A Calculated Seduction(38)
He chuckled. “You like that, do ya?” For an answer, she moaned again as he applied a little extra pressure.
Then she felt his hands on her ankles and he pulled her forward, to the edge of her seat. His eyes were half-lidded, drugged with desire for her. Her, mousy little Dulcy Menendez. His big hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her on his lap.
She sat straddled on his lap and just looked down at him. The scent of him filled her senses, the clean smell of soap mixed with his cologne and the night air. He was just so beautiful, she couldn’t believe she was there. His eyes were thick lashed and brimming with lust? She wasn’t sure and she just didn’t care. Even if all he felt for her was lust, she would take that. She was positive, at that moment, she loved this man. Anything else just didn’t matter.
His hands moved to cup her rear and she moaned his name. She settled atop him, his hardened cock nestled against her. Without any panties, she could feel the heat of him, his long, hot length pulsing against her. Her nipples tightened painfully against the lace of her bra. All she could think about was stripping out of her clothes and rubbing her breasts against his hard chest.
He cupped her face and slowly brought it to his, never breaking eye contact. He nibbled on her bottom lip, then pulled her closer and took possession of her mouth. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and without hesitation, she opened it, willingly allowing him to venture where he wanted.
Without thinking, she gyrated her hips. He moaned, sending another hot rush of shivers through her. She did it again with the same response, so she slowly built a rhythm as she felt him grow even harder beneath her and she felt herself grow damp. Bolder, with a growing confidence she’d never felt before, she ventured her tongue into his mouth, tangling with his. Heat spiraled out of control. Tension gathered in her belly as he slid one hand slowly down her chest, his knuckles skimmed over her turgid nipple and she moaned. He continued his descent until he could reach inside the slit of her dress. His fingers touched her dewy curls and he broke away from her.
“Dulcy.” His voice was raspy with desire and lust and a hint of something she didn’t understand. “I...you’re not wearing...I thought... ”
Ethan MacMillan, executive, professional, CEO of MacMillan Boots, a man always in control, couldn’t complete a thought because he was out of his mind with desire for her. She grabbed both sides of his face and took his lips in a bruising kiss. All of the love and desire she felt for this man filtered through that kiss, trying to let him know what she felt.
She released his face while she continued kissing him. Quickly, her hands slid down his chest to his groin. She scooted back a bit, and yanked his zipper down. His erection sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him. He leaned his head on the seat and closed his eyes. A drop of moisture already wet the head. She grazed her thumb over it and spread the liquid around. His breath quickened and he grabbed her hand.
“You keep that up and I won’t last long.” She looked into his eyes, darker than a moonless night. “I don’t know how much more I can control myself, Dulcy.”
The sound of his baritone voice washed over her. Her whole being tingled, all the way to her soul. Without a word, she lifted herself off his lap and positioned her body over his penis. She took him in her hand and slowly brushed the head, back and forth between her folds, wet with desire. She never looked away from him, but stared into his eyes, neither saying a word.
Then, she slid down his shaft. Slowly, inch-by-inch, she took in his length. She began to move, slowly at first but the tension within her built, blood rushing to her sex.
“Oh, yessss, Dulcy,” Ethan groaned. She quickened her pace. She gyrated her hips a little and he moaned her name again.
He pulled the front of her dress and her bra down. Her breasts tumbled free, and he took one distended nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, then grazed it with his teeth.
One hand brushed the nipple of her other breast. He pinched it and a delicious ache spread from her breasts to the rest of her body. His hand stole down between her legs as the painful pressure sharpened. One flick of his thumb on her clitoris and she exploded into a million little pieces, her body convulsing. He grabbed her hips and increased the pace. He groaned her name as he followed her a moment later.
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Ethan stirred as the limo came to a stop. He slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of peaches and musky arousal filled his senses. Dulcy still sat atop him, his cock still encased in her wet heat. She moaned a little and snuggled closer. She placed a tender kiss just beneath his jaw.