Satisfaction Guaranteed(28)

The woman has spoken. The jacket comes off, and we’re a well-oiled machine, making quick work of my clothes until I’m down to my boxers, and her eyes go wide.

They bug out.

“Nice dick,” she says in a reverent whisper.

Mine stands up taller. Well, dicks do like to be admired.

I shed my boxer briefs, give my hard cock a stroke, and then crawl over her. “Now, what are we going to do about this lovely little piece of lace?” I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her, feeling the slick outline of her wet panties. “Hmm. Let’s see if I can get it off you.”

I kiss my way down her belly, and she arches against my mouth, looping her hands in my hair as I go. “God, you smell amazing.”

Her hips shoot up, and my God, this woman is a live wire. One kiss and she’s moaning. One touch and she’s writhing.

I kiss the top of her panties, then slide them off. My entire body crackles with obscene appreciation. Her pussy is beautiful. Perfect, pink, glistening.

I lick my lips and thank my lucky stars. Then I flinch in surprise as she points at the door. “You’re kicking me out?”

“No. Please. I’m not stupid. I dropped my purse when we walked in. There’s a condom in it.”

“I have one too, but I like that you brought one.”

She winks. “More than one.”

I head for the entryway, grab her purse, and bring it to her. Dipping her hand in, she finds the protection and thrusts a condom at me.

“Fine, fine. You want me just for my dick. I get it.”

“Do you blame me? It’s a very nice dick.”

“Nice? It’s nice?”

She sits up taller, wraps her hand around my cock, and squeezes. I shudder as a wave of pleasure rolls over me. The feel of her hand is tremendous. As she runs her palm up and down, I let my eyes float closed, savoring the pure heat of this moment. The fire that crackles in my veins. The desire that floods my body. The woman I lust after to inordinate degrees is touching my most favorite body part, and I’m about to fuck her.

I must have been very good in a past life.

And in this life, I need to get inside her and drive her wild.

I open the condom wrapper and roll it on. She watches me the whole time, her brown eyes blazing. After I pinch the top, I settle between her legs and rub the head of my cock against her slickness.

Her mouth parts in a delicious O, and she moans.

I push inside, and the second I feel her warmth hugging my cock, the pleasure shoots to another level. Sparks rain over my skin, and I feel electric, white-hot as I fill her.

She wraps her legs around my back, hooking her ankles together.

“This is worth waiting for,” I murmur, as I begin to move. “You’re worth waiting for.”

“So worth it,” she pants.

Swiveling my hips, I search for the ideal rhythm for her. She loops her hands tighter around my neck, bringing my mouth close to hers.

That works for me. That works just fine, and I lower my chest closer, bracing myself on my palms as I thrust. We set a pace, and it’s fantastic. We’re in sync, rocking and grinding, moaning and groaning. Hands squeezing, fingers tightening.

“What do you like best, sweetheart? What gets you there?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “This.” It’s all she says. Just “This,” as she closes her eyes and sighs, a sexy, lingering sound that sends shivers down my spine.

I follow her lead, fucking her just like this, each thrust punctuated by her moans, and soon she’s rocking faster up against me, her voice growing louder.

“Can you . . .?”

“You want me to touch your sweet clit while I do this?” I supply, taking an educated guess.

She smiles. “Yes.”

“Let’s get you on top, then. How does that sound?”

She shakes her head. “Can you fuck me from behind?”

I scoff. “Can I? Can I fuck you from behind? I’d like nothing better.”

We maneuver our way to a new position, one that’s carnal and dirty as she gets on all fours, lowering her back. With my palm spread over her ass, I slide back inside.

“I feel it,” she whispers. “So much deeper.”

“So much,” I echo as my bones shake, rattling with lust and need. I pump into her, enjoying the view of her hair spilling down her back, her ass in the air.

I run a hand along her back. “Now this is a gorgeous view.”

“You came to Tahiti and took in the sights.” She sighs contentedly as she pushes back against me.

Bringing both hands to her hips, I yank her closer, driving deeper, then I band my arm around her waist, gliding my thumb between her legs.

She cries out when I first touch her clit, and that’s my cue to keep going. I rub the delicious rise of her as she rocks on my dick, thrusting onto my cock as much as she can.

I keep up the pace that she likes—fast, hard, but never forgetting about that glorious nub between her legs, making sure she’s loving everything as I stroke circles on her clit.

With each stroke, she moans.

With each thrust, she cries out.

And then she cries louder. “I’m close, so close.”

My job is simple—don’t fuck up.

I’m a master of self-control, so I stave off my own orgasm, gritting my teeth and focusing on hers, damn near willing it. I rub and stroke and fuck, and all I can think is her orgasm is going to be epic.