Page 104 of To Tango, with Desire

She nodded, offering her consent.

Blood pumping, I took hold of the opening of her top and ripped. Buttons flew, dancing around the kitchen floor.

“Zane!”

“Not sorry.”

I freed her breasts from the lacy white bra, sucking at the round peaks, driving myself wild with need. I could admire the lingerie later.

She was sexy, gorgeous, and mine. All fucking mine.

Her sweet moan of pleasure broke what little control I had left. I couldn’t get enough of her and I knew in that instant, I never would.

“I need you.”

“Then take me. Now,” she urged, pulling back.

Amira walked over to the kitchen table, and without breaking eye contact, slipped off her underwear. I followed her, entranced. She held up the scrap of material, letting it dangle from her finger. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you keep this.”

She turned, bending over the table, offering me my own private viewing.

Fuck.

“What are you waiting for, husband?”

I ran my finger along her pussy. “You’re soaking,” I muttered, surprised.

Amira looked over her shoulder. The desire in her eyes was arousing as hell. “I may have gotten off earlier to the thought of you fucking me, just like this.”

My cock strained against my trousers and with shaking hands, I freed myself. Half-crazed with my need, I hitched Amira’s leg on the table and entered her.

We both gasped, and I took a moment to savor the warm heat of her wrapped around my cock before I rocked out.

Gripping her hips, I drove in again. She was tight, so fucking tight and wet, I thought I’d come then and there. I gripped the waistband of her skirt and I fucked her. There was no other word for it.

“Amira, my god . . .”

She moaned, clawing at the table, her ass high in the air as I pounded into her.

But I wanted more.

I moved my hand down to find her clit, swollen and so fucking hot. And her cries grew louder, echoing around the kitchen, urging me on.

Yes. Fucking yes. That was what I wanted to hear. Her passion. Her desire. I wanted her wild and out of control.

I didn’t stop until I felt her shudder and clamp around me, screaming out her pleasure. I gritted my teeth as I came, pouring every bit of myself inside of her until there was nothing left. The force of it was so intense, the pleasure so overwhelming, my legs shook.

I slumped over her, needing to catch my breath, waiting for my brain to come back online. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that it took longer than I expected for both. This was what she did to me, consuming my mind and body every hour of the day.

I placed a kiss on her back, shifting us both.

And then reality slammed into me, seizing me by the balls.

“Fuck.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

I pulled out, mind racing. All I could see was cum. On my cock, dripping at the edge of her pussy. Running down her leg.