Who's the Boss? - Erin McCarthy Page 0,34
She had high, full tits with nipples that practically begged for my mouth on them. That narrow waist, the firm legs. Damn, she was just so fucking hot.
“Thank you. I think my ass is my best feature.”
“You have a lot of great assets.” I shifted my hands to her arms and I pushed Isla down onto the bed. I took my time, running my hands over her soft skin, her curves, teasing a finger over her nipples, enjoying the way she responded. She gave a low moan when I rolled her nipple between two fingers, as I dipped my head down to press a kiss on the front of her black panties. The black didn’t surprise me. It seemed to be her favorite color.
I shifted the fabric and slipped my tongue inside her. She was already wet and that got me harder than hell. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe her flirty comments all week had affected her as much as me.
They must have, because without warning she gripped my head and had a quick orgasm. She let out a surprised cry. “Oh, geez, where did that come from?” she asked, sounding completely shocked. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
I felt a ridiculous amount of pride that I had made her come in about sixty seconds. “Damn it, that was fucking hot, Isla.”
Easing back, I released my grip on her panties so that I could reach up at the waistline of them and fully take them down off of her. When she was fully naked, I sat back and undid the buttons on my shirt as quickly as possible. Once it was off, I kissed her, because I wanted to take her mouth. Isla responded eagerly, kissing me back with deep sensual presses of her lips to mine.
I bit her lip, because I felt pent up with sexual energy and I needed to be aggressive, to feel everything about her. She responded by smacking the back of my thigh.
“No biting?” I asked, pulling back slightly to gauge her expression.
“No, I meant that as a ‘do that again and maybe harder this time.’”
Fuck. I should have known Isla wouldn’t be shy about saying what she wanted. Or that she would like it a little rougher. “Whatever you want.”
I bit her lip again, harder. She gasped, her head falling back. “Oh, yes.”
Shifting I drew her nipple into my mouth. I teased my tongue over the bud, sucked a little. Then gave a quick nip. She gave a low moan of encouragement. “Yes, Sean. More.”
It spurred me on. More I could do. I moved down the landscape of her luscious body and flicked my tongue over her clit several times, before sucking it gently. Then I bit it, not hard, but enough that she gave a sharp cry. Then I ate her again, in earnest, deep plunging strokes while she gripped my hair so tightly it would have hurt if I was able to feel anything other than overwhelming lust for this woman.
The intensity of my desire shocked me, as did how much I loved hearing my name on her lips when she exploded. I sat back, wiped my mouth, and shoved my jeans off. She was panting hard and staring up at me with glassy eyes.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, hating myself for not being prepared. But I’d been planning to go straight home after work, not nail my sous chef. The thought reminded me just how stupid what we were doing was. But it wasn’t like that had ever stopped me before.
She nodded. “Nightstand drawer.”
Yes. And fucking yes. It was go time. I yanked the drawer open so hard it almost fell on the floor. Inside were two condom packets, so I grabbed one and opened it. I was going to roll it onto my cock when Isla’s hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Let me do it,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
“Whatever you want.” I wasn’t going to complain about her touching me in any way.
That proved to be a smart decision when she gripped my cock, stroking up and down several times, squeezing the base, before she put the condom on. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. I liked how Isla took what she wanted.
“Fuck me,” she said, hooking her leg around mine.
Yep. Isla knew what she wanted.
With one movement, I thrust my cock inside her. She moaned. I paused, closing my eyes. “I’ve been waiting to finish this for