Maurice yanked off his T-shirt, toed off his boots and ripped open the line of buttons on his jeans.
His breath caught and held as Amelie shoved her jeans over her hips and down to her ankles. She stepped free and kicked them into a corner. Then she backed toward the bedroom with her hand on the hem of her shirt. “Are you coming?” she teased. In brutally slow motion, she dragged the shirt up and over her head and flung it toward Maurice.
Standing in only her bra and panties, she reached behind her back and released the hooks on her bra. As the straps slid down her arms, she raised her hands to hold the cups in place.
Then she spun, dropped the bra, raced for the bed and leaped into the middle, laughing.
Maurice followed at a slightly slower pace and stopped as she rolled to her side, exposing her naked breasts, so plump and tempting.
She traced one of her fingers across her hip, stopping to tug at the elastic band of her string-bikini panties. “See?” she said, her voice husky and sexy as hell. “Completely uncomplicated.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have complicated written all over you.” One determined step at a time, he closed the distance between them. He halted near the bed, pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, plucked a condom from inside and tossed both the wallet and the condom packet on the nightstand.
Amelie gave him a saucy wink and dragged the elastic over her hip and down her thigh. “I’ll even remove the strings, if you like.” Every move, every expression taunted him, coaxed him, enticed him to take what she so freely and joyfully offered.
The guilt, having faded over the years, finally eased, releasing him from the chains of his failure and loss. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
Amelie’s eyes narrowed as she studied him, a hand coming up to cover one breast. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh, I want,” he said, his body on fire with need and raging desire.
When he continued to hesitate, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, reached for the waistband of his jeans and slid her hands between the denim and his butt cheeks. “Are you sure? Or do you need a little more convincing?” Her hands closed around his cheeks and squeezed. Then she pushed his jeans off his hips, slid the denim down his thighs, her hands caressing his legs on the way down.
As Maurice kicked the jeans aside, Amelie skimmed her hands back up the inside of his thighs to capture his dick between her palms.
Maurice sucked in a breath and held it, heart thudding in his chest, adrenaline screaming through his veins. Every fiber of his being raged for him to drive right into her and ride her hard, fast and completely.
Amelie had other, more subtle yet wickedly delicious ideas. Her hands moved along his length, strong and supple, coaxing a response though no coaxing was needed.
Maurice’s body responded, his muscles tensing with every stroke.
When Amelie leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth, he fisted his hand in her dark hair and fought for restraint.
Her fingers fondled his balls and then slipped over his hips to grasp his buttocks. She pulled him toward her, taking him in, her teeth lightly scraping his length.
When the tip of his shaft bumped the back of her throat, his breath hitched, and his control took a hit. He froze in place until he could master control again and then slid almost all the way out.
Amelie took over, bringing him back in, then out. Again. And again, until Maurice’s body took over and set the pace with an immediate increase in speed and thrust.
With his good hand tangled in her hair, he pumped in and out, taking his senses to the very edge.
Before he lost it, he pulled free, turned Amelie over and bent her across the bed, her legs draped over the side.
He leaned over her, his rock-hard cock nudging the crease between her butt cheeks. As he reached beneath her and fondled her breasts, he slid his dick between her legs to tap her entrance.
He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her. To take her hard, fast and completely.
Before he did, though, he wanted her to come first.
He leaned back, pressed a kiss to her ass, rolled her to her back and scooted her up on the mattress.
Maurice climbed up over her, settled his legs between hers and leaned down to take her mouth in a slow, searing kiss.
Amelie brought her knees up on either side of Maurice’s hips and squeezed them together, locking him in for a moment.
He chuckled against her lips, kissed them and then trailed his lips across her jaw and down the length of her throat.
Moving lower, he skimmed across her collarbone and down to one luscious, full breast. Maurice cupped it with his palm and flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue.
