I wrap my hands around his neck and bring my lips to his. My fingers tangle into his hair as he kisses my neck, sending shivers down my spine and making me moan with pleasure. His hand trails down to my waist before slipping beneath my pajama top to explore. His skin is hot against the coolness of mine, creating a perfect contrast that only heightens every sensation I feel.
His taste is as welcome as ice cream on a summer day. It floods through my senses with each breath we share. As I sink into the kiss, his scent surrounds me, intoxicates me. His heartbeat—or is it my own—thumps in my ears.
Breaking away from our kiss, Jonas pushes me up against the wall. I shake with anticipation.
As his gaze drops to my lips, it turns even darker. Famished. Possessive.And I like it.
He runs his hands up my sides to my neck, and encases my face for a moment, before coming back down onto my hips. But they don’t linger there. His fingers tangle through mine and he lifts our hands above my head, pinning me against the wall in a hot embrace.
I’m dizzy with lust.
When we come up for air, his hands slide down, exploring every curve, until they reach the hem of my pajama top. With one swift tug he pulls it off over my head and lets it fall to the floor. Then he wraps his arms around me again, exploring my upper body with his hands.
When he clasps my breasts in a half-worship, half-claim gesture, I shudder at the intensity his caress procures in me. He bends down and kisses, licks and bites my neck and shoulders, and thenfinallymy breasts. Waves of pleasure shoot through every nerve ending in my body.
His new caress commands that I yield. And I do, over and over again, gladly.
But my touch makes him surrender to me, too. When my determined fingers push the hem of his tee upward, he takes it off at once. I lay my palms on his chest, applying the tiniest of pressures, and he draws back, so that I can look my fill.
I don’t look—I eat him up with my eyes.
I also fondle the planes of his broad chest to my heart’s content. Not only does he obey my tacit commands, but he seems to find my want and my appreciation of him satisfying. One might even say, fulfilling.
When my hands leave his chest, it’s an unspoken “over to you.”
He doesn’t need me to say that aloud. At once, he braces his hands on either side of my face and shoves a knee between my legs. His erection prods my tummy through the double layer of our pajama pants. He recaptures my mouth and thrusts his tongue into its depths. I suckle it greedily. In response, he rocks his hips once, twice, grinding his rigid cock against me. My center clenches and pulsates with a fierce, burning need.
Attention, please!
This woman might burst if this man doesn’t intervene now. He can use his hand, his tongue or his cock; I don’t care. Well, I do have a preference, but I’ll take whatever he offers. The bottom line is something needs to happen. Now!
I bear my pelvis down on the top of his thigh and rub.
Do you copy?
He folds his legs a little at the knees to lower himself while his right hand runs down my side until it settles between my legs. My heart leaps and my eyelids flutter shut.
Aaah. Finally.
He smooths his palm against my apex and strokes me through the cotton of my pajama bottoms.
With my arms around his neck, I cling to him, savoring his hard, masculine form. My breasts, crushed against his torso, delight in the heat emanating from his firm flesh. He’s raining kisses on my face that set fire to each point of contact. But in my haze of passion, it’s the fingers that he’s teasing over my clit that push me over to a place where I give up all control.
Desperate to touch him, I bring a hand down his abs, slip it inside the waistline of his pajama pants and curve my fingers around his glorious erection. He thrusts against my palm, delighting me.
There’s too much clothing!
Momentarily letting go of him, I push his pajama bottoms down over his hips. He takes them off and throws them aside while I remove mine and kick off my slippers.
A thrill runs through me as I feast my eyes on his magnificent frame.
He, too, takes a moment to rake his eyes over me.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he says, dipping his gaze into mine. “Margot, you’re perfect.”
I smile smugly and shift my gaze to his thick, straining manhood. “You talk too much.”
He dashes to his desk and returns with a condom.
