Strip poker, possibly?
Hopefully not whisk. Or solitaire. Else I’d be playing solitaire by myself.
That didn’t seem likely to happen, given I was now on my back, wrists pinned by his hands, his body braced above mine. I gave a little sigh that sounded like I’d found myself in paradise and licked my lips.
He gave a chuckle that vibrated right through me, ending exactly where I wanted a vibration most. But more of one. Preferably a vibration caused by fingers.
Or Leonard’s tongue.
Leonard. There was no way I’d be shouting that out loud at the point of orgasm.
The next thing I knew, he’d captured my mouth, taking possession of it and demanding a kiss that was anything but PG. I fought for control, knowing it was a losing battle and not caring, because something told me that by losing, I’d be the winner here. My clit was all but shouting at me to get towards the main event, but I was rather enjoying the preview.
Clothes were lost, discarded… somewhere. I didn’t care and neither did Leonard. The only goal here was pleasure, which was just what my doctor should’ve ordered.
His mouth travelled from mine down, his lips grazing my collar bone without patience or grace. This wasn’t a performance that aimed for perfection, but then it depended on what the definition of perfection was for right now.
My bra was still on, something that was completely unnecessary, but his hands stopped me from reaching down to the front fastener to remove it.
“I’ll do that.” He kissed the top of each breast, almost sucking enough to leave a mark. Make-up would have a fun job covering that up in a few days’ time.
He knelt up high, looking down at my body as if it was a country he’d just conquered, his face no longer partially hidden by his glasses.
“Can you see without those?” Bad timing, possibly, that I asked when he undid the clip, exposing my tits.
“Perfectly. This distance is fine.” His eyes were glued to my breasts. “These are fucking amazing.” He pinched a nipple, my panties getting a quick soaking, my thighs spreading further apart.
I lifted my hips to give him a hint. “If you can guarantee a round two, can we skip the foreplay?” If he didn’t say yes, there was a good chance the crazy could come out.
He bent down and sucked hard on a nipple, the stars already clouding my brain. I was probably going to orgasm just from this. But then his hands went to my hips, yanking down my underwear. I lifted my hips to be helpful, my own hands reaching for his underwear – underwear that was probably more expensive than the rest of his outfit combined.
His cock was long and thick, a shiny bead of pre-cum at the tip. I felt my centre tighten at just the sight.
It had been a long time. Too, too fucking long.
He stepped out of them, kicking them onto the floor. “Need a condom, Penny.”
“Please tell me you have one.” Because I didn’t. Five months of filming on a set in the middle of nowhere, with just the same cast and crew for company meant that there was absolutely no need for prophylactics, unless I wanted to join the incestuous game of pretty much throwing your keys into a dish. Sleeping with someone on the way back to England hadn’t exactly been in the plan either.
He grinned, a lazy, conceited grin, that was possibly my favourite expression of his. “Like a boy scout: prepared.”
“In your hand luggage?”
“Wallet.”
I pushed myself up to watch him climb off the bed and locate his jeans, fishing in his pockets for his wallet. This gave me a delicious view of his body; long legs with thighs that were strong and thick, dusted with dark hair. His body was sculpted, and probably should’ve been stuff and mounted, placed in a public museum for everyone to view, although that might cause some public disarray. Broad shoulders, corded biceps, and a cock that was probably going to star in my fantasies for the next five months.
“Most women don’t stare.” Not that he looked self-conscious.
“So there are a lot?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No.” He pulled a condom out of his wallet, throwing the wallet onto the bedside table with accuracy. “There are not.”
I was spellbound as he fisted his dick a couple of times, his hand sliding up and down his length, his eyes on me, on my tits. I pushed them together, toying with my own nipples, which made his eyes darken.
“Someone’s after a good fucking.”
I barely heard the words, but I nodded anyway, spreading my legs, knowing full well how wet I was.
