he was just as desperate for this pleasure as I was. Already, I could see my climax on the horizon.
His index and middle fingers petted the small landing strip of light blond hair in the center of my mound. “Never get rid of this,” he growled.
When his thumb started moving more vigorously, my hips rocked in tandem. He shoved my chunky cardigan off my shoulder, and ripped the dress’s bodice down to reveal my lacy bra. Pulling my breast free of the cup, he took my nipple into his mouth. For a moment, he put all his concentration into sucking on it, like he was making love to it. The patience he displayed to give it such attention surprised me.
Then I understood his plan.
Clever man.
Now, I was the impatient one.
“You don’t have security cameras in here, do you?”
I opened his trousers and pulled out his length. It was so smooth and thick in my hands. Perfectly formed.
“They’re not turned on.” He wiggled his hips and helped me shove his pants down his thighs. “You think I’d ever allow anyone to see you like this? It annoys the fuck out of me that all those photos from your modeling days are still plastered all over the internet. Any man in the world has the ability to ogle my woman’s body. You have no idea how insane that drives me.”
I scrutinized his face. “Are you shaming me for how I made a living back then?”
He pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. “I don’t like other men staring at your legs in a short dress, let alone a Brazilian-cut bikini. It’s a man thing, not a controlling asshole thing.”
Satisfied with his sincere answer, I rose up and slid down onto him. His fingers curled into my hips, head tipping back, as he bottomed out inside me.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “That’s my new happy place.”
Laughter slipped from my mouth as I tried to get a rhythm going, but our position was making it difficult to get enough friction into the mix. “Where was your happy place before?”
“The bottom of a whiskey bottle.”
My movements faltered as that familiar self-deprecating tone crept back into his voice. “This is sure to be much better for your health.”
He gnashed his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. “You would think so. But my balls feel like they’re about to explode. That can’t be good for me.”
“Fortunately, I have the cure for what ails you.”
“Pretty sure I could be lying dead in a gutter and the magic of your body would bring me right back to life.”
I tried to prop my feet onto the bar, seeking more leverage, and groaned in frustration when it eluded me. As always, though, he was ridiculously in tune with my body’s needs. In the blink of an eye, he was on his feet behind me and bending me over the stool. Pushing my dress up to my waist, he plunged back inside me so hard it scooted the stool forward several inches.
“That better?” he growled. “My girl’s pussy just needed more to choke on, huh? Is this enough for you?”
My head dropped. “More.”
He chuckled darkly. “Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.”
With his hand clutching my shoulder, he pounded into me. The slapping of our bare skin was the only sound in the room, other than our harsh breaths. I felt my eyes water at the intensity of how deep I felt him inside. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand any more sensation, he reached around and put pressure on my clit.
The heat of his body pressed against my back. “Go insane for me, legs. Scream the fucking house down. Come until you’ve got nothing left.”
He commanded, my body obeyed.
My inner walls clamped down on him as I careened into ecstasy. I screamed his name, I screamed unintelligible words, I screamed until I was so hoarse my throat burned.
“Keep squeezing me just like that!” he bellowed. “Fuck!”
His hips relentlessly slammed forward until he achieved his release with a thunderous roar that I was surprised didn’t make the windows shake. “Lexi.”
All the energy in my legs drained out as his presence left me, leaving me to slump over the stool as I fought to catch my breath. When he returned, he lifted me into his arms and sat back down on the stool with me straddling him as before. I was so relaxed that I laid my head on his shoulder, feeling seconds away from sleep.