“Then read my lips,” he said with a racy growl.
Gladly. The first touch of his mouth brought about a sense of wonder, the gentle persuasion of his mouth paying tribute to her own. Frogs croaked in the distance and the seat creaked when she shifted her body, hand lifted to clasp his jaw. His beard was soft against her palm, the heat of his mouth drawing her deeper into the moment.
There was no denying that the man could kiss. Each stroke of his lips was a light caress that deepened with intensity. She opened her mouth, tongue tracing the seam of his lips. Goosebumps raced across her body, her pulse screaming for more. He answered with a sexy moan from deep in his chest.
Strong arms pulled her across his body until she sat on his lap. Her chest swelled with need at his semi-aroused state prominent under her bottom. She might want to forget but her body remembered the feel of him inside her. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving between her lips. Hand on her thigh, he pushed her dress up, his fingers seeking out her clit through the satin of her underwear.
It was her turn to moan at the first sweep of his fingertip along her swollen clit. She broke the kiss, her body on fire. Lips moving to his ear, she bit the lobe. “Why are you doing this to me?” she said on an airy laugh.
“Because it feels fucking good.” He answered back, fingers looped inside her panties to pull them aside. “You feel fucking good. We need to get rid of these.”
“They have ties on each hip.” She murmured, the blood pooling in her pussy at an alarming rate. “Just untie the strings and pull.”
“Damn, I have to see this.” He helped her straddle his hips as he pushed her dress up to her waist. Heated eyes met hers, hunger in their depths. “Son of a bitch, they do.”
When the wardrobe person had presented her with the dress and the lingerie from one of the sponsors, she’d been hesitant. Belle had never owned anything this expensive or sexy. It made her feel feminine both inside and out.
He plucked at the string and the thong fell to the side. Eager fingers pulled the second one and he tugged them off. “I like these.”
And I like you more than I should. Her heart swelled at his appreciative stare and she placed a kiss on his lips, impatient for more of his kisses. Every bit of resolve she thought she had disappeared and all that was left was him and her.
Erik danced his fingertip over her clit, applying the perfect pressure, feeding her desperation.
She unbuttoned his shirt, needing the intimacy of flesh on flesh.
One thick finger slipped inside her pussy and she tightened her inner muscles around it. Anxious for the real thing, she worked on removing his belt, needing to be as close to him as humanly possible. The heat in his kiss increased, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
Things had progressed from spark to flame, one she ached to stroke until it became an all-out inferno. The button on his pants gave, along with the zipper. He was hard under her palm, silky skin over aroused flesh. “I have a condom in my purse,” she whispered and reached for the clutch. The windows were steamed up, the moon a dull glow beyond.
She handed the foil packet to him. Rocking back on his knees, she watched him put it on. His cock was impressive, thick and veined. Ready for her and her alone.
He grabbed her ass and lifting her to his chest, he lowered her onto his cock. She sucked in a breath and pressed her lips tightly together, enjoying the way he glided into her body, touching every nerve along the way.
The dress felt too confining and she unfastened the top. It dropped to her stomach, baring her chest. She wore no bra, just some very strong tape along the sides of her breasts.
“What the hell is this?” he asked with a tight laugh.
“Instant cleavage without a bra.” She removed the tape, sighing in relief. The uncomfortable adhesive had been bothering her all evening. From the lust that strained his expression, the payoff was worth it.
He brought her close to his chest, his mouth trailing a path of kisses down her neck to her collarbone and lower still.
She wasn’t an exhibitionist and with her past lovers, she’d been modest. With Erik, she didn’t give a shit. He desired her, his cock told her so in a very persuasive manner.
Hips rocking in rhythm with his, she closed her eyes as the sensations began to increase. He licked his way around her areola, flicking her nipple with his tongue. She arched her back, the breath coming more quickly from her parted lips.
If she’d known being with Erik would turn out like this, she’d have agreed to date him the first time he’d asked her out. Except she hadn’t been lying to Kendra. Dating was the last thing on her mind and while she enjoyed sex, it wasn’t the end all and be all for her.
In this moment with Erik pumping his cock into her pussy, his mouth sucking on her nipple, it was the most important thing in her life. She threw her head back, fingers digging into his shoulders as the orgasm coursed through her.
Chapter Forty
Beautiful. Belle had given in to her body’s demand and her throaty cry of pleasure stole Erik’s breath. The sensations in his cock continued to increase every time her pussy drew him deeper into her wet heat.
Belle raised her head and with a sultry grin, brought her palms down his chest. Seeking lips settled on the base of his neck, her giving mouth moving across his skin. “Why the eagle?” she asked, tracking a fingertip along his sternum where the tattoo was.
“My high school mascot, and it symbolizes honesty and truthfulness.” The irony wasn’t lost on him but at this juncture, he couldn’t give a flying fuck. He was a liar on set, fooling millions of people, but there was no fooling himself. Ever.
Slender fingers continued their exploration of his torso. Her nail touched his nipple, and his fingers twisted in her hair, as he neared the end of his control. She drew his nipple into her mouth, playing her tongue along the puckered flesh.
