FIVE
JULIE STOOD STARING AT THE nicest dress she brought with her trying to work up the energy to put it on. She’d managed stockings and heels, but the backless beaded sheath dress was beyond her. She heard the shower shut off and then Eric’s voice call from the other room.
“Anna set up dinner at Aubergine, but we don’t have to go. We can go anywhere you’d like. Maybe a show or a club.” The rest of his suggestion died on his lips as he stood in the doorway, letting his gaze wander from her fuck me heels up her body.
She watched him shake his head like he was trying to clear it. “I hate that you didn’t get to see anything but the inside of offices today. We can go wherever you like. But,” he said, his gaze lingering on the garter belt hugging her hips. “You better put your dress on quick or we won’t make it out of the room.”
“Speak for yourself,” she said, taking in the white towel slung low over his hips. His chest was bare and still damp from his shower, and her mouth practically watered at the sight of his defined abs and pecs. At the line of hair trailing under the towel and the terry cloth twisted at the exact spot where his leg joined his groin. A quick flick of her wrist and she could have the towel off and her mouth on him.
“Cher,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger and warning in his voice. “If you keep looking at me like I’m something to eat, I can guarantee we won’t leave this room until I’ve had my fill of you. And we both know that’s never going to happen.”
With deliberate slowness all the while chiding herself for poking a tiger, she licked her lips before biting the bottom one.
He was on her in two strides, fisting his hands in her hair and claiming her mouth. He gently bit her lip, dragging the plump flesh between his teeth. Her lips parted on a sigh of pleasure and he dove, plundering her mouth, stealing her breath with the wild hunger and teasing heat of his kiss. She met him, her need a match for his, her tongue stroking his. The desire that had been building all day came roaring to the front, and her hands shook as she reached for the towel, desperate to touch all of him.
“Too late, cher,” he said when he broke the kiss to come up for air.
Pushing her fingers away, he slid his hands down her back, palming her ass and lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself against his rock hard cock as he carried her the few steps to the bed. They tumbled onto the thick white duvet together, his weight covering her with delicious mastery.
Slipping his hand between their bodies and under the thin delicate silk of her panties, he groaned when he found her wet and more than ready for him. He didn’t bother teasing her; the hunger in his eyes was too fierce for a gentle seduction. As she watched, he knelt between her legs, reached for the scrap of silk and ripped it from her body, the bite of the panties tearing against her hip the only foreplay she needed. She spread her legs, raising her hips in silent invitation and plea.
He tossed the towel aside, and she sucked in a shaky breath as he took himself, long, hard and gloriously thick in his hand. Wrapping his fist around his cock, he stroked, once then twice, working a bead of pre-cum from the round head, and her eyes went heavy lidded with desire. She dug her high heels into the duvet, opening her sex, desperate to have him inside her. Keeping his gaze locked on her pussy, he teased her with the head of his cock, sliding from her aching clit to her swollen opening and back.
She shifted just enough to catch the tip at her opening and then he thrust, driving into her in one smooth stroke. Her eyes flew open at the invasion and crazy pleasure. Wedded together, their bodies in perfect unison, he cradled her head in both hands, fingers tangling in her hair and his thumbs along her jaw. Forcing her to look at him, he locked his gaze on hers and started to move. She fractured, the last bit of her control shattering as he drove them higher.
Her entire world, everything she’d ever known or wanted condensed to the unquenchable hunger in his eyes and the feeling of his body moving inside hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, spurring him on with the press of her heels on his ass. Moving his hand just long enough to hook his arm behind her knee, he brought her leg to his shoulder before bending over to capture her face again. The position stretched her wide, giving him unlimited access to her core and he surged deeper, bumping her cervix with the head of his cock.
He drove them on with long punishing strokes that rode the line between pleasure and pain, crossing back and forth between a deep delicious ache and an incredible feeling of fullness. He angled his hips, and she lost her breath, every stroke he took rubbing the ridge of his cock against her sensitive swollen channel. He’d pinned her with his hands and cock, and she had no choice but to take what he gave her. With every thrust, desire wound tighter inside her until she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t understand why she didn’t fly apart with the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
Her sex tightened around him and the clench of her body threw her over the edge. Her climax uncoiled like the crack of a whip, bowing her back and stealing the last of her breath. Mouth open, caught for a moment in the impossible stillness of the center of the storm she stared into the depths of his gray blue eyes and anchored herself to the love she saw reflect there. Her climax triggered his, and she felt his cock thicken and swell before pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her.
His gaze never left hers and the love and tenderness she saw as his body gave into the orgasm rocketing through him brought tears to her eyes. In that one fraction of a second as he emptied himself into her there was no barrier between them, no judgment, no him or her, just a perfect unity as their bodies aligned.
“WE COULD STILL go out if you want,” he said. “After the day we had, I feel like I owe you a night out.”
She loved him for it, but she could see the lines of exhaustion etching the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t her first time in the city and it wouldn’t be their last. More than an extravagant night out on the town, she wanted to take care of him.
“Could we stay in?” she asked, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm.
“Are you sure?” He looked down his chest at her, hope edging out obligation.
“Positive.” She turned and pressed a kiss to his warm skin.
He wrapped his arm tighter around her, and she felt him exhale under her cheek. She managed to stay still for a few minutes longer, listening to the steady beat of his heart before the question that had been nagging her since that afternoon forced its way to the surface.
“So, how many of those women today did you have sex with?” She flicked his nipple with the tip of her tongue to take some of the sting out of her words. They’d been apart, and she left him. She had absolutely no right to be jealous about anything he’d done. That didn’t stop her from wanting to know.
“Cher,” he said, sounding wary.
“Eric.” She mimicked his tone and then bit, gently scraping the sensitive tip with her teeth.
“Okay, okay. Enough,” he said, dragging her up his chest so her head rested on his shoulder.
She crossed her hands over his sternum and let her chin rest there so she could stare him down.
“One,” he said. “Just one.”
“I knew it! It was the receptionist wasn’t it? The one with the very red lips.” A picture of the other woman with her lips wrapped around Eric’s cock came unbidden into Julie’s mind, and she ruthlessly pushed it aside.
