He crashes his mouth to mine and swallows my moan. His tongue is cool and tastes of peaches and pecans and I feel a tingle shoot straight to my nipples. They ache to feel the touch of a man having been lonely for so long. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down onto me. I koala him immediately, hugging him close to my body with arms and legs.
He rubs his hard cock against me but I can’t feel him as much as I’d like with a blanket between us. I release one hand and start fighting to pull it off of me, but it’s difficult and I struggle making our kiss awkward.
“What are you doing?” He asks, pulling back no more than an inch so I can feel his breath tickle my lips.
“I need to feel you and this blanket is in the way.” I don’t see any point in not being completely honest with so I tell him like it is.
He answers me with a crooked grin and sits up, yanking the blanket off with ease. I hold my arms out, wiggling my fingers and making grabby hands, needing to feel him on me. Instead of immediately returning to our kiss, he surprises me by languidly shaking his head and reaching back behind his neck.
Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?The coveted shirt grab that makes women weak in the knees. I watch intensely as he moves in slow motion, tugging on his shirt until his head pops free. With bated breath I wait for the big reveal that, honestly, feels like he’s dragging out just to torture me. He frees his arms then drops his shirt to the floor.
“This is so much better than my dream.” Burke’s smile turns cocky and he wags an eyebrow. “What? Who said that?” I try to push to my elbows, totally embarrassed I just admitted that out loud, but he keeps me trapped.
He’s beautiful. Defined and lean without a dad bod in sight. I’m not saying I would’ve been disappointed either way, but this issomuch better.
“So I’m not the only one who’s had dreams of this very moment happening?” I’m floored, gobsmacked, utterly shocked because I just assumed he never thought of me outside of our interactions at work. “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like, what you sound like crying out my name, what your eyes look like when your orgasm hits you. I never thought you’d be into an older man with grown kids and a failing business.”
I wiggle underneath, able to prop myself up enough to make sense now that I’m not distracted by the smattering of hair on his chest and the way his tan skin reflects a thin layer of sheen from the fire.
“You need to get that thought right out of your head. None of that stuff matters, especially because your business is about to sky rocket. So whatever insecurities you have over your age or current financial status need to be tossed in the trash because that’s where they belong. I’m staring at a man who loves his daughters and will do anything to secure a happy future for them. And as far as theolder manthing goes, well…that’s my favorite trope.” I throw my arm around his neck and drag him down on top of me again, taking any doubt away that I don’t want this to happen.
He smiles against my mouth then reaches under my shirt. His hands are warm and I can feel his calloused fingers skate over my skin, leaving a wave of chills crashing through my veins. One by one, his hand traces up my ribs until it rests just below my breast. I look into his eyes clear and without any hesitation, nod and arch my back for him to continue. I hear a small rumble in his throat and then his pushing up the cups of my bra and taking my breast in his large hand.
A feeling of immediate relief washes over me, like my body has been waiting for just the right key to unlock the door. The floodgates have been opened and the raging current is ready to over take me. Just a simple touch and I’m already a goner.
He kisses me and continues to massage my breast, my nipples peaked and sensitive. With my lips entangled with his, I let my hand crawl down his bare chest, over his rippled abs, and stop at his waist where his jeans are the only border holding us back.
“Don’t you want to take things slow?” Burke mumbles.
“Why? Are you apprehensive? Do you have doubts?” I ask him and run my finger just on the very inside of his waistband.
“Not one fucking doubt on my end.”
“Then we’re both in agreement. No reason to ease off the gas now.” I push my hand inside of his jeans and my fingertips brush against the head of his cock.
I let out a shallow gasp because it’s thick and bulging and a pang hits me straight in the core.
“Fuck, Serena. You aren’t playing around.” Burke trails his mouth down my neck as he continues to roll my nipple between his fingers.
“We can play later, but now is the time for making big strides.” I dip my hand deeper and wrap it around his dick, still covered in his cotton boxer briefs.
“Shhhit,” he hisses and instantly tightens his hold on my breast.
He wastes no time in running his hands down my body and to my jeans that he immediately begins to fuss with. I remove my hand –only for a moment– to help him unbutton my jeans and wiggle out of them.
“You really know what you want, don’t you?”
I look him in the eyes, grab his hand and guide to my dripping core. “What’s the point in tip-toeing around things? I want you, you want me, let's cut out the chase and get straight down to business.”
“So I’m a transaction?” He has a sarcastic tone but I wonder if he really feels that way.
“No. You’ve got something I want, and I always go after what I want. It’s why I’m so successful.” Slowly he creeps under my panties and glides over my smooth skin.
“Indeed you are, Ms. Leòn.” He plunges two fingers inside of me and the tension releases.
My hand dives back into his pants but this time I don’t bother with playing coy. I slide into his boxers and grasp his steel shaft. Neither of us wants to relinquish control and our eyes staylocked while our hands work each other over. Deeper and faster our hands move, and our breaths grow rushed.
He touches a sensitive spot inside of me and I’m the first one to break, closing my eyes and pressing my head back. My grip tightens around his dick and he groans. One action enticing another in return.
