Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,36

you?”

I shook my head. “That’s never happened. Even though I was once known as the bad-girl heiress, my sexual experience with guys who knew what the hell they were doing was meager.”

Jamison snorted cockily. “Well, I think I have your pussy figured out.”

“My pussy figured out?”

He smirked sexily as he resumed shifting his manhood in and out of my sensitive pussy. “Lift your hips toward my cock,” he whispered as if he was already experiencing whatever men felt down there that made them appear as if sex was the most pleasurable activity in the world.

Eyes closed, focusing on the moment, I did as I was told. Holy crap. I could feel it beginning. My eyes expanded.

“You feel that?” he whispered.

I swallowed and nodded wildly.

“Follow that sensation, baby. Don’t let go of it. It’s yours.”

My hips tilted up. His cock did more than go in and out of me—it slipped against my pussy walls and pushed against my insides, making me…

There it is…

My mouth seemed to open on its own, and my voice trembled as I cried, “Ha!”

“Bryn? Is that you?” Alana called.

I gasped as I slapped my hand over my mouth, and the powerful sensation that made me want to pass out cooled.

“Who’s that?” Jamison whispered.

Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew she was watching us. Alana had a prime view of Jamison’s ass between my thighs.

After a few beats, Alana said, “Sorry, sorry… hand over my eyes, closing the door. Sorry. The front door was open.”

“That’s my assistant,” I whispered.

Jamison quietly chuckled as we remained completely still. I’d never been so embarrassed.

“Oh, and I’m glad you guys made it safely,” I shouted, trying to sound as if I wasn’t in the throes of passion. As soon as I said that, I realized I should have just stayed quiet.

Alana chuckled. “All righty, Bryn, and by the way, we’re starving. Do you and whoever you’re, um, fucking, want to grab some dinner?” She paused. “Is fifteen minutes long enough to finish?”

I raised my eyebrows at Jamison, and he did the same while nodding. Jamison shifted his cock in and out of my pussy. His fullness felt so good.

“Okay. Meet you in the lobby.” I sounded strained.

“Perfect, and enjoy! Oh, and thanks for our rooms. They’re lovely, boss. Like the ass on that guy.”

Alana chuckled, and Alex could be heard muttering, sounding as if he was chastising her, which he did when he thought she was being inappropriate. The front door slammed closed, and Jamison and I burst into laughter.

“Oh shit, she heard me having a real orgasm,” I said.

Jamison narrowed an eye. “How did you like it?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh my God, again, please.”

Softly, our lips melded, lovemaking resumed, and we ended with a bang as he made me come a second time.

Jamison and I chose to dress for dinner in separate parts of the suite. We could hardly keep our hands off each other. I had to touch him, smell him, and have his muscles and skin against me. I was addicted to the taste of his mouth and the expanse of his cock stretching my womanhood. The sounds he made during sex, against my ear, made me cream like ice melted by fire.

After a quick shower, I debated wearing my black leather skinny pants with my black V-neck button-front sweater or something Jamison would find more accessible. It was cold enough to freeze my ass cheeks off outside. I had brought a long black cashmere trench coat, though.

“Warmth,” I muttered.

I slipped into the leather pants and the black sweater—again, no bra. I gladly wore my black leather booties with the three-inch heels. Jamison was much taller than I was. I didn’t have to worry about dwarfing him as I had when I’d gone out with Dale, who was only two inches taller than me. I was five feet eight inches tall. He was five ten.

I applied red matte lipstick and brushed out my hair to give it more volume. I added mascara and plucked my eyebrows just a little. After one more check in the mirror, I was ready to chase the night.

Jamison was waiting for me on the sofa as he’d done that morning. He whistled his approval and rose to his feet. “You are so beautiful, Bryn,” he said as if my mere appearance had put him in a daze.

He looked scrumptious, too, in a pair of black pants, a gray silk shirt, and Italian leather loafers. He also had on his black cashmere duster.