"We're just getting started."
She closed her eyes and sank back into the chair. "I take it back. I take everything back. You’re a sex God who hates missionary and is allergic to rose petals.”
Her eyes flew open again when he scooped her into his arms. “Hold on tight.”
She twined her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and tucked her head under his chin, ready for whatever came next.
Theo tossedAmber onto his bed and took a moment to admire the sight.
She bounced up as soon as she hit the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, staring at him as boldly as he watched her. Her hair was still piled into a loose bun on top of her head, with damp pieces falling around her face. Her lips were swollen from kisses and her cheeks flushed with red. Her breasts were full with pink tips that pouted up at him, begging for his mouth. The long line of her torso with its intriguing dips and valleys led down to her sweetly curved stomach and the paler skin of her mound. She was every fantasy he had come to life, lying in his bed with a witchy smile on her red lips.
He made quick work of his belt, then pushed his trousersdown, neatly taking his underwear with them, and toeing out of his shoes and socks all in one fell swoop. Quick. Efficient. Eyes locked on the woman in his bed.
“Lie back," he growled.
Her eyes glittered, but she leaned back, one knee drawn up to cover herself. He wanted more. He wanted it all. "Open your legs.”
A shiver went through her at the rough command, and slowly, she inched her legs open to reveal the sweet, bare pussy he had devoured. He could still taste her. He was going to taste her again before the night was over. His cock jumped, and he palmed it while he watched her spread herself for him. Her eyes were half closed with desire.
"My turn," he said. His heart pounded, hard and fast, inside his chest, but he forced himself to slow down. He had waited this long for her, and he wanted to wring every drop of pleasure from her body until she was limp and boneless, happily exhausted in his bed before he took care of his own pleasure.
He knew with the same certainty that he knew the sun rose in the east and set in the west, that if he gave her a moment to think when they were done with this, she would bolt. He craved the version of her that she hid from most people, and he had set to work on stripping her bare.
“I’m yours," she said simply, and something possessive and primal surged within him again at the word.Mine.
Theo moved between her thighs, holding them open and teasing her clit with his cock. He stopped just before entering her and asked with a wicked glint in his eye, “May I fuck you now, please, Ms. Hart?”
“So polite,” she laughed huskily and reached out to stroke his cock. “You may indeed fuck me now, Mr. Mayor.”
She held him with two hands stacked on top of each other and stroked him tight and hard. His head fell back, and he letout a “Jesus” when she let one hand cup his balls and stroke. “Condom,” he gritted. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he wanted to come inside her this first time.
He was leaning over her, stretching in his bedside drawer for a condom when he felt her mouth.
The shock of her wet, velvety warmth wrapped around him made his eyes close briefly in pleasure. He looked down to see her looking up at him with that naughty twinkle in her eyes that made him crazy with lust. Her lips stretched around the head of him, sucking lightly. She lifted her head off the pillow to take him deeper, and his hips jerked involuntarily.
"Fuck," he whispered. "Your mouth. I love your beautiful fucking mouth."
She let him go with a soft pop and grinned up at him. This time she took him deeper, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide to give him access to her throat. He felt her hands grip his hips and guide him in. He knew she couldn’t control how deep he was with her on her back, so he let her set the pace. She pulled him deeper, deeper, and deeper still. She moaned around him as if she loved the taste of him. He let himself enjoy it for a few more strokes before pulling away and moving back down her body.
"Later," he said, "I'll use that mouth of yours." He swooped in and kissed her softly, gently on the lips. “Now I’m going to fuck you.” He gripped her ankles and placed them one by one on his shoulders, and snugged up close enough that the back of her thighs rested on top of his. Her breathing grew shallow, and her hands reached out to his cock again. He let her tease him with soft, stroking fingers before brushing them aside to roll the condom on.
He was physically shaking from need. His cock throbbed so close to her hot cleft that he could push inside that warm slickness and lose himself in her. “You ready, sweetheart?”
“So ready.” He looked up, caught her involuntary shiver, and grinned.
She stuck out her tongue in response. “Let’s see what you’ve got, boss,” she taunted, lifting her hips to rub herself against his shaft harder.
Theo bent down until his elbows were on either side of her face, threaded his fingers into her hair, and looked at her fiercely. “Say my name when I’m inside of you.” With one slow, burning hot push, he was inside.
“Oh my—Theo,” she gasped. Her hand clenched on the comforter as she arched up into his thrust.
Theo hissed and pulled back, thrusting another inch, working himself into her tightness. She was tight and hot, a perfect fit as he pushed in deeper and deeper until he was seated fully. Theo paused like that, forearms on either side of her head, eyes locked on each other while he throbbed inside her.
The time for teasing was gone. The look in her eyes was wild and dark and raw, as if finally he was seeing the real Amber. He wanted to beat his chest or howl or do some other insane thing in relief and happiness that she was finally, finally letting go. The realness of it took his breath away as he looked in her eyes.
She blinked and it was gone.
"Your turn," she whispered, a seductive smile taking over her face. He recognized that dazzling smile for what it was: her defense, and he let her have it.
