She scoots to the edge of her stool, but that’s not close enough. I don’t care how much it pinches my dick, I haul her onto my lap. She straddles me, her legs twining around my waist like the last time I kissed her. In this position, she grinds against my encased erection, and a ragged groan leaves my chest. She echoes with a throaty moan and rubs herself harder against me.
I need to have more of her than this kiss. I line a path with my mouth down her throat and she tips her head back while wiggling her hips with a frantic urgency.
“You’re close, aren’t you, sugar,” I whisper against her throat.
“Yes.” She reflexively tightens her legs around me.
If she wants more, I’ll give her more. As my fingers tunnel under her shirt, I score my teeth along the base of her throat. A shiver racks her body. My fingertips hit her warm skin, andfuck, I’m harder than ever. We’re alone and I don’t expect anyone, but I can’t risk exposing her. “Someday, I’m going to see every inch of you.”
She nods, her eyes heavy lidded. The way she’s got me in her hold is tempting me to carry us both to the supply room. But when we do it, she’s going to be confident that she’s good and ready.
“I want to see you,” she says as she swivels her hips in a way that elicits another groan from me. “All of you.”
“You will.” As soon as fucking possible—when I have her in private. I skim my hands up to cover her breasts. They fill my grip perfectly and her tight little nipples poke into my palms.
A whine leaves her and her legs quiver. The hitch in her breath steals my attention from her tits.
“You need to come.”
“I’m so close.” The more she rubs against me, the stronger my pulse hammers in my cock.
I wedge my hand between us and cup her pussy through her pants. Heat blisters my skin. “You’re wet for me? For this?”
I get a moan for an answer.
“I bet that sweet little cunt of yours tastes like honey.” She rocks into my hand, but I slip it out from between us. A tremble rolls over her when I slide under her waistband. “I’m going to get your sweetness all over my fingers and lick them clean.”
“Cruz.”
My name is nothing but a gust of air. I hug her to me, but she’s got me in the stronghold of her legs. A tidal wave of desire crashes into me. Fuck, am I going to come in my pants? Elodie’sin my arms and she’s almost at her peak and we’ve done nothing more than dry hump.
This woman drives me wild.
The tips of my fingers hit wet heat. “Fuck, Elodie. You’re dripping for me.”
“Yes.”
I circle her swollen clit and she bucks, barking out a cry.
She twists her fingers in my hair. “So good.”
“I’ll give you better.” I tunnel through her heat, needing to be inside of her, even if it’s only up to a knuckle. As soon as I hit her entrance, I push in.
“Fuck,” she grits out.
I barely get out another swipe around her clit when she stiffens and gasps.
“Cruz. Oh my god!”
My hand gets soaked and she shakes in my hold. Her walls clench around my finger, gripping it tight.
“Ride it out.” My cock is throbbing, getting strangled behind my zipper, but this moment is fucking perfect. Elodie coming in my arms? Heaven.
“Shit,” she says on a gasp and sinks her butt down as far as my hold will let her go.
I could get her off again. Elodie Palmer has a lot of repressed passion, but I won’t push her for more. She’s the finest spirit I’ve ever had on my lips, and I don’t rush a good drink. I slowly drag my hand out from her sweats.
“That?” I suck the finger that was inside her into my mouth, loving how her lips puff open and her pupils dilate. “Was goddamn spectacular.” The taste of her honeyed flavor on my tongue is better than any whiskey known to man.
