The crisp terrace air is forgotten as I lift her slightly, guiding her back through the French doors and into the quiet space of the study. I nudge the glass doors shut behind us.
The urgency of desire hits us like a physical blow.
The green knit dress bunches under my palms as my hands roam greedily over the smooth, exposed curves of her thighs and hips.
She gasps against my mouth. Her fingers tear at the buttons of my dress shirt, desperate to feel my bare skin against hers.
Our breath mixes in ragged gasps and everything else happens in a blur. Her dress drops to the rug beneath our feet.My shirt follows. Next up are her lacy bra and panties, leaving the perfection of her body bare for my eyes to feast on.
All my blood rushes to my cock and my balls swell with need, stretching painfully against my briefs.
“Get them off,” she whines in a naughty, slutty voice. “I want to feel you.”
The corner of my lips lifts upward, but my eyes can’t leave her taut pink nipples. I swipe my tongue across my lips. “So fucking impatient.”
“Why are you still talking?”
I shrug off the cotton underwear and she snakes her arms around me with a sigh of contentment. “Finally. Now all the barriers are gone.”
She sucks in a breath and runs her fingertips over my chest, down my torso, and rests her hand around my cock. With a teasing smile, she curls her fingers around my length and squeezes. I nearly keel over.
She stares at me, her face flushed with desire. “I don’t think I can wait anymore,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I want her so badly she can’t even understand it, and I’d happily do anything she wants right now.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I press a rough kiss to her lips. “You won’t have to.”
I back her toward the large leather sectional sofa in the corner of the room and lower her gently onto the cushions. I skim my palms down the sides of her thighs and adjust her hips so she’s comfortable. She’s so fucking soft, it seems unreal.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
She obeys, and I feel lightheaded at the sight of her glistening pussy.
I catch one nipple between my teeth and suck on it until she starts to squirm against me, her breaths coming faster and less even.
“You like that?”
“Yeah,” she rasps, and squeezes her other breast with one hand. “I do.”
I pull away and capture her lips.
Tilting her head back, she deepens the kiss, moaning as she jerks her hips upward, frantic to feel me. But I press a palm against her soft stomach, slowing her down.
“We’ll get there,” I whisper, then nibble on her plump lower lip.
I trail my fingers down her stomach to the quivering valley between her legs. In one swift movement, I dip my fingers inside of her and curl them possessively.
I take advantage of her gasp to steal a kiss, and she welcomes it with a moan that vibrates through her whole body.
Our tongues tangle and I begin to thrust my fingers into her. She clenches around me like she’s desperate not to let me go, and her nails dig sharply into my shoulder blades.
Her gaze becomes unfocused and her breathing short and uneven. I can tell she’s close, but I’m not going to let her come. Not yet.
She whines when I pull out my fingers. But her frown doesn’t last long.
I move over her, pinning her safely beneath the weight of my body, and my cock presses against her thigh.
