Big Shot(36)
A f*cking understatement. All he could manage was an appreciative grunt for a reply, and with fumbling fingers, he eased his dick back into his jeans.
“Want to come up for a nightcap?” she offered.
She’d definitely taken the edge off for him, but he wasn’t done with Natalie for the evening, and there was no way he was going to pass up any opportunity to spend more time with her. “Only if that is code for getting you naked and having my way with you.”
She laughed huskily. “That sounds really good to me.”
He escorted her up to her place, and as soon as they were in her condo and the door was shut and locked behind them, she set her purse down on a small table and started to walk away from him, toward the kitchen.
Before she had the chance to leave the entryway, he snagged her around the waist with his arm and pulled her backside flush to his front. “Where are you going, Minx?” he asked against her ear.
He felt her shiver against him. “I thought we really might have a drink so you could . . . you know, have some time to recharge your batteries.”
Did she honestly think he needed downtime before he could get it up for her twice in a row? Just holding her this close and inhaling her alluring feminine scent, as well as feeling the soft curve of her bottom pressed up against his groin, already had him getting nice and stiff again.
He rolled his hips against hers, making sure she felt the hard length of his erection along the crease of her ass. “The only thing that is going to recharge my batteries is you.”
“Oh,” she said on a soft exhale.
“Yeah, oh.” He chuckled as he walked her in the direction of her small living room, then released her. His hands went to the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it all the way down to the base of her spine, then he pushed the material off her shoulders so it fell to the floor at her feet.
She started to turn around, but he put his hands on her arms and stopped her. “Don’t move,” he ordered in a firm tone. “Stay right where you are and take off your bra and panties and shoes.”
While she did exactly as he asked, and he was able to watch, he also stripped out of his own clothes so that getting naked was completely out of the way and he could f*ck her without breaking the moment. He also donned one of the condoms he’d tucked into his wallet before leaving his house today so that wouldn’t be an issue, either.
Gently pushing her hair off to one shoulder so the right side of her neck was exposed, he closed the distance between them again and used the same arm around her waist to anchor her up against his naked body, loving how she fit so perfectly against him. As if she was designed specifically for him. He placed his free hand at her throat, and with a gentle pressure, he tipped her head back so it was resting on his shoulder and he could place hot, damp kisses along her neck.
She moaned his name like a plea as he licked across her skin. Her knees started to shake, and he felt her stomach tremble where his other hand was splayed.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasped into her ear, willing to give her anything she asked for. Anything she desired.
Her backside squirmed shamelessly against his hips, and she reached back and gripped his thighs with her fingers. “Touch me . . . between my legs.”
“Take my hand and show me where,” he demanded.
She didn’t hesitate to push the arm around her waist down toward her mound, then guided his long fingers through the swollen lips of her sex, where she was hot and slick and so f*cking wet he had to swallow back a groan.
He stroked her drenched * and sank his teeth lightly into the side of her neck, smiling as she jerked back against him. “This for me, baby?”
“All for you,” she confirmed with a delirious nod of her head. “Sucking you off made my * weep for you. Made me so worked up and needy . . . ”
She sounded so breathless and desperate, and wanting to soothe her ache, Wes turned her around and backed her up a few steps, until the support of the wall held her upright. Her eyes were glassy, aroused, and when he pushed two fingers deep inside of her and pressed his thumb against her clit, she didn’t hesitate to chase after what her body craved.
Closing her eyes, she grabbed his upper arms and undulated her hips, pushing them against the firm pressure he was applying between her legs, where he was rubbing against that hard nub at the hood of her sex. Her breasts swayed as she rocked her body, her nipples hard and tight. Then a soft little sob of frustration broke from her lips, as if she couldn’t quite grasp what she needed so badly.
He wedged a knee between her legs, widening them to give him more room to pleasure her. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, doubling his efforts to get her off. “Ride my hand. Fuck my fingers. You’re almost there.”
She shook her head frantically, and then she opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him with such unabashed desire and longing, unlike anything that had ever been directed at him before. If that wasn’t enough to shake him up, then she completely slayed him with her next words.
“No . . . I need you,” she said softly, adamantly. “Fuck me, Wes. I need it as hard and deep as you can go. Only you . . . ”
Jesus, she looked so exposed emotionally, so vulnerable. And he wanted to give her everything she wanted, everything she needed . . . except physical pleasure was all he had to offer.
“Where should I f*ck you, baby?” he asked huskily. “Should I bend you over the end of the couch? Or push you to your hands and knees and take you on the floor? Or how about right here, up against the wall?”