Aeromancist The Beginning (Second Edition) - Charmaine Pauls Page 0,26
inspect her shoes.
“You don’t usually wear heels.” He looked back at her face. “I like them on you.”
She didn’t ask how he knew. By now, she simply accepted that Lann had means of knowing things about her, however disturbing she found the idea. Right now, she was more preoccupied with the feelings rushing through her body.
“I’m glad you came,” he said. “I was starting to miss you.”
“I don’t normally sleep this late.”
“I know.” He cupped her breasts.
Her nipples hardened. She wanted more, but he simply kept his palms there, letting the warmth of his hands seep through the fabric of her dress. Her heartbeat spiked under his hands. He had to be able to feel how her heart was galloping.
She motioned at the phone. “I didn’t want to interrupt. I need to work and just wanted to check where I could set myself up.”
It seemed he’d heard nothing of what she’d said. His golden eyes moved down to where his hands were resting. He pushed up her breasts and planted a kiss on each curve. She couldn’t help but arch her back, demanding a deeper touch. He liked her response, because he groaned and squeezed her nipples. She bit her lip in an effort to prevent her own moan from escaping.
He moved one hand over her hip and slipped it under her dress. She gasped when he cupped her sex.
“Still sore?” he asked.
Her body came alive under his touch. She pushed harder against his hand, saying with a ragged breath, “I need you.”
His voice was husky. “How do you need me, krasavitsa?”
She frowned.
He kissed her lips. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to take me.”
He planted a kiss on the shell of her ear. “Mm. Take me is vague.” He kissed a tender path down her neck. “Sometimes women want men to make love to them, sometimes they just want to have sex, and sometimes they want to be fucked.”
“I just need you,” she whispered.
“How, krasavitsa? I could make it soft and sweet, or hard and fast. I could drench you in pleasure, until you beg me to stop, or I could be your slave, helpless in your hands. Tell me your fantasy.”
“I don’t have one.”
He leaned back to look at her. “If a man asks you your fantasy, tell him. If he’s a man, a real man, he’ll make it your reality.”
“What’s your fantasy, Lann?”
“To be the man you want in your body right now. For your pussy to ache for my cock, and my cock alone. I want to see your eyes go wide as I fuck you. I want my name on your beautiful lips as I make you come.”
Her heartbeat increased a hundred-fold. It hammered under his palm where it rested on her chest.
“You like it when I talk dirty to you, mm?”
She could only look at him, unable to utter a sound.
“You want it hard?”
God, yes. She moaned. The sound of fabric tearing registered in her lust-hazed mind.
“Like this?” he asked. “Is this what you need?”
He dropped her torn underwear to the floor. Yes. Yes, she wanted that, for him to take control. He did exactly that when he lifted his hips and unzipped his pants. The broad head of his cock nudged her slick folds. This was what she needed. Another moan confirmed it as he lifted her over his erection. All she could do, was grab the armrests as he lowered her, and, in the same instant, pushed up. He penetrated her hard and fast, just how she wanted.
With one thrust, he was buried inside her. When he starting moving, her clit rubbed with delicious friction against his pelvis. His cock stroked sensitive, abrased flesh, the pain driving her even higher. She cried out, already lost in the sensation of promised pleasure.
“Like this?” he asked.
She could hardly speak. “Y-yes. More.”
Instead of ramming up into her like she’d expected, he pushed her back with a hand between her breasts while keeping her steady with his hand on her waist, changing the angle of his penetration. She leaned back farther, feeling him even deeper. When he rotated his hips, she dug her nails into the leather of the chair. Her head rolled back. She couldn’t stop the needy sounds that fell from her lips. The burning eased until there was only ecstasy. The sensation was unbearable. Too slow.
“More, Lann. Fuck me. Now. I need you to take me hard.”
“That’s it, krasavitsa. Tell me what to give you.” He lifted her hands from the chair