She waited a beat, before saying, “We don’t make it to the bedroom, and you take me hard up against the wall.” She sipped her wine, feeling a tug of desire in her core. She watched as he rose to his feet, never taking her eyes off him as he came around to her side of the table and taking her hand, pulled her to her feet.
“I’m taking option one,” he said, causing her to gasp as he swept her up in his arms.
“Hmm, a wise choice,” she replied sagely, wrapping her arms around his neck and nibbling on his ear.
“You’d better stop doing that, or we’ll quickly move to option two,” he said as he crossed the small lounge room, into his bedroom.
She stopped. Option one really did sound amazing. She kept her arms around his neck as he put her down on the floor next to the bed. She pulled him closer, pressing herself against him, finding his mouth with hers.
“I have to tell you something,” she whispered against his lips.
“Mm?” He lifted his head to look down at her.
“I’ve organized birth control.”
“You have?”
“Mm hmm. I did it the day after the music festival.”
He smiled. “You knew I was a sure thing, then.”
She smiled back. “I knew I wanted you. Here. Like this.” She found his mouth again, sliding her tongue over his bottom lip, nipping gently with her teeth. He moved his hands from her waist down to her hips, pulling her against him. She sighed as he opened his mouth and she slid her tongue across his, the taste of him was intoxicating. She’d wanted this for what felt like an eternity and so the need was there, pushing at her. She felt the swirling heat and reminded herself to slow down. All the little touches, the kisses, that night in her kitchen, all leading to this moment. Now they had all night and she wanted to make the most of it.
He moved his hands to her bottom, cupping her against him. She felt his need for her, felt his erection and it only inflamed her more. She kissed him more urgently, running her hands down his chest, pulling the hem of his shirt up, desperate to get her hands on his skin. God, she just wanted to rip his shirt open, run her fingers through the hair on his chest, lick him. Everywhere.
He smiled against her lips. “Honey, slow down.”
“Can’t.” She reached for the buttons on his shirt with shaking fingers, fumbling with them. He brought his hands up and covered hers, holding them still against his heart. She looked up at him, noting the heat mixed with amusement in his eyes. And something else. Something she couldn’t name. He pulled her hands away and unbuttoned his shirt. As soon as he’d undone the last one, she ran her palms up his chest. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, pressing hot kisses along his neck, his collar bone, and down his chest. The heat was like a fever, flashing through her system before it settled as a dull ache between her legs.
She kissed him again, that delicious tangling of tongues. She felt his hands at the zipper of her dress, the whisper as he lowered it with agonizing slowness, the caress of his fingertipsup her spine before he reached her shoulders and grabbing the top of the dress, pulled it down until the sleeves were just above her elbows. Then he tightened his grip at the back, so that she couldn’t move her arms, kissing her all the while. His kisses were deep and drugging. He trailed soft, wet kisses down her neck, dipping his tongue in the groove at the base of her throat where her pulse throbbed, then lower, to her breast. He turned his body and shifted backwards until he reached the bed, sitting down and pulling her between his knees. He still had her arms trapped and the urge to touch him caused her palms to itch.
“William.” She was begging and he knew it. He released her dress, and she hastily pulled her arms from the sleeves, burying her fingers in his hair, pulling his head back and laying her mouth across his as his arms wrapped around her. But he was having none of it, breaking away to kiss her breasts through the blue lace of her bra. She gasped as he covered her nipple with his mouth. The tug of his lips sent a pulsating ache to her core, and she gasped again. It was quickly becoming too much—more than she could bear. He loosened his hold, running his hands over her bottom and lower, down the back of her thighs until he found the hem of her dress, then sliding under to caress the backs of her knees. She’d had no idea that was an erogenous zone, but she almost buckled as he ran the tips of his fingers down to the top of her shins. He continued to run them up and over the backs of her thighs, then over her bottom where he gripped the top of her underwear and pulled. He broke the kiss to look up at her as he lowered her underwear to the floor and she stepped out of them, then he traced that same path back up her legs, pausing at the sensitive place behind her knees, bringing his hands around to the front, caressing her legs, pushing her dress up, leaning forward to press hot kisses to her thighs. God, she wanted…needed more. But he continued to tease her, running his fingers through the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs then moving away.
She whimpered with frustration. “You’re tormenting me.”
He smiled up at her, his eyes dark, fathomless, like aged brandy. “A little.” Then watching her all the while, he slipped one finger between her legs, and she moaned, biting her lip. “You can scream.” She moaned again, digging her fingers into his shoulders. She could barely stand up. With one hand busy between her legs, he wrapped his other arm around her hips, holding her upright. Feeling steadier, she surrendered to the rhythm of his fingers inside her, his clever, sensitive fingers. Her breathing becoming more ragged, she moaned again, letting her head fall back, feeling the pleasure build, the tension winding tighter and tighter until she snapped, crying out as the orgasm rippled through her, her hips jerking against him. “Jesus,” she said on a ragged breath as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on the top of his head as the last of the tremors passed through her. His arms came around her waist, holding her close.
“Your heart’s pounding,” he said, after a while.
“I’m not surprised.” She straightened up, moving her fingers to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s cheeky how you do that.”
“Do what?” he asked innocently.
She gave a derisive snort. “You know exactly what. Get me going so I can’t think of anything else, until it’s all about me and not about you.”
His lips curved in a soft smile.
“Well, two can play at that game.” She leaned down and kissed him, just a slight brushing of her lips over his. Soft. Delicate. Then she stepped back, reaching to undo the clip on her bra, pulling it down her arms and dropping it to the floor. The dress soon followed. His gaze roved over her naked body hungrily and she feltthe little flicker of heat start all over again. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulling her forward, but she pulled away, shaking her head at him. With her eyes never leaving his, she sank to her knees in front of him. She then ran her hands up his thighs, brushing ever so lightly over the bulge between his legs, to his belt buckle. She watched him as she slowly undid it, then the button and zip on his pants. He was gritting his teeth, the muscles in his jaw bunching. She slid her hand along the length of him, shuffling forward before leaning in and slowly running her tongue around the tip of his cock. She felt the tremor move through him, so she did it again. Then she lifted her gaze again, not blinking as she took him inside her mouth. She felt his effort to keep a tight rein on his control. She closed her eyes then, giving herself over to the pleasure of pleasuring him, relishing the feel of his hands in her hair, the sound of his shuddering breath as she moved on him, licking and sucking, running her hand up and down his length. It was deeply arousing for her, his response inflaming her.
“Juniper, stop.”
She felt he was close to the brink and although she wanted him hot for her, she also wanted him inside her. She got to her feet, only for his arm to wrap around her waist. He pulled her down on the bed where he covered her body with his own, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss. Need shot through her, lighting her ablaze as his hand found her breast, squeezing, his thumb rubbing across her nipple. She pushed his pants down further until he wriggled them off and they were both, finally, naked. She wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting him to fill the emptiness, and ease the desire. He positioned himself, then with aching, agonizing slowness, he was pushing into her. She arched against him as he pulled out, then pushed back in with that long, slow thrust. Then again. And again.
“Kiss me.”
She pulled his head down and with her eyes still closed, found his lips and kissed him for all she was worth. She ran her hands down his back, to his hips, digging her fingers in, willing him to go harder, faster. He did, thrusting his hips, his breath hot against her neck, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She moaned, then moaned again. He reached an arm under her hips and tilted her up, changing the angle, hitting her exactly where she needed it most and she was lost. Crying out, she felt wave after wave of pleasure pulse through her until she reached glorious release. She felt his body, taut against her as he came, then the hot rush of him filling her as the final tremors of her orgasm rippled through her. She lay under the weight of him, her legs still around his hips, her hands tracing lazy circles up and down his back.
He lifted his head to press soft kisses up her neck, along her jawline to her lips. She sighed at the sheer loveliness of it. He shifted then, so she tightened her legs around him, wanting him to stay just where he was. He chuckled, saying, “I can’t stay here forever.”
