She walked over to him where he sat on the bed and ran her hands through his hair. Then, she claimed his lips in a kiss , and his heart had damn near stopped in his chest.
"Are you sure?" he made himself stop to ask. He wouldn’t take advantage of her, but he knew sometimes it was a welcome distraction. So he was doing this for her benefit, right?
She'd been so distant since the start of the season, it was easy to believe this part of their relationship was over, but on some level, he knew it wasn’t.
But when she nodded and pulled him in for another kiss, he was done for.
He gripped her luscious ass and pulled her close to him. God, he'd missed this. Her tongue swept into his mouth in a claiming kiss. He was more than happy to be claimed by one of the strongest women he'd ever known.
The next thing he knew, they were helping each other out of their clothes. By the time she was down to her bra and panties, he slowed her hands that had reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. He needed this to slow down. He wanted to savor every moment with her.
He stopped and took in her satin black bra and matching underwear. She looked good enough to eat, and he intended to.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance, not a hint of self-consciousness.
"I just wanted to look at you," he said as he raised his hand to cup her breast.
Murphy had large hands, but even with that, her large breasts spilled out of his grasp.
Then he reached behind her back and easily undid the clasp with one fluid movement.
Then it was like things sped back up, they were falling onto the bed, losing the last few items of clothing either of them was wearing.
He turned her, pinning her to the mattress. She looked up into his eyes with an almost surprised look on her face before reaching up and cupping his jaw with both hands, pulling him back down for another kiss. His long, lean, muscular body was laid out over her softness. He could get lost in this feeling.
Then he kissed down the column of her throat while his hands roamed her body. His kisses trailed lower until his mouth closed over her nipple, and she moaned. It felt like it'd been forever since he'd heard one of her delectable moans. He needed more.
His kisses traveled lower to the mound of her belly before he found himself kneeling between her legs. It pushed her legs wide. The sight of her soft, open, and wanting was just about enough to make him come without even a touch. This woman drove him mad. He traced a finger down her seam while she squirmed. He was going to drive her mad as well.
"Fuck. Hillary, you're so beautiful."
He looked up at her, half expecting a smart ass remark or to be told to get on with it, but he found something else entirely. She was looking up at him with a soft, heated gaze. She was vulnerable, and it was everything.
He pushed in a finger and found her already dripping. He couldn't help the satisfied smirk that flashed across his face. "You're so wet." Her body writhed at his slightest touch. "Wet and Needy."
"Please just fuck me already," she said.
"There's my insistent girl," he said, grinning up at her.
She tried to work her hips so that her clit was rubbing over his fingers. He pulled his hand away and tisked, "Patience, beautiful. I'm taking my time."
She gave a small huff in annoyance until he dropped his head and gave her a slow, indulgent lick.
"Oh my god," she gasped as her back bowed off the bed.
She was wound up tight, he could tell. She needed this release, and he was going to make it good for her. He'd eaten this pussy enough times by now to know just what she liked.
After a couple more slow, indulgent licks, he let his tongue flick over her clit. Her hand gripped his hair as she began to grind on his face. God, he loved making this woman putty on his tongue. He slipped a finger inside of her before adding another, searching for the spot.
"Fuck, Murphy," she cried out as he found it.
He covered her mouth with his other hand. As much as he wanted to hear her scream his name, Sven Olssen was on the other side of this wall, and he didn’t want him to hear those screams.
Her hand pulled his hair as her thighs squeezed around his head. Then her teeth clamped down on his hand, and her body went rigid before an orgasm took her. He continued to work her through each wave of pleasure until her legs fell open, relaxing as it ended.
He sat up and looked at her. She looked like a goddess splayed out before him, her dark hair in a halo around her, her cheeks flushed, her pussy glistening, and her taste still on his lips. Yeah, it didn't get any better than this.
That is what he thought, until her eyes met his and she reached for him. He was putty in this woman's hands, and they both knew it.
