Her cunt was like hot heaven, grasping his c**k as she undulated over him like a f**king siren. She was magic, always had been and still was. Maybe more so because time had passed and yet here she was again, riding his c**k like ten years hadn’t elapsed since she’d been wrapped around him last.
“Damn but your pu**y feels good.” He traced a fingertip up her body to flick the hair from her face. He wanted to see her eyes when she came. “Open your eyes.” Todd let the words come, not holding them back, the freedom of it intoxicating. “I want your eyes on me when I’m f**king you.”
Slowly, her gaze found his, like the unfurling of a flower, and he felt it to his toes when her attention was fully on him. Like he’d commanded.
“Tell me, Erin. Tell me what you want.” His voice was deep, nearly f**k-drunk.
Her breath caught twice before words came from those sweet lips. “I want to come.”
He’d always thought her voice was sexy, scratchy, whiskey rough, but now, blurred with sex, Todd was sure he’d never heard anything that made him harder.
“Touch your ni**les for me. I’ve got your clit handled.” He traced the line of her lips and she sucked his fingers into the wet of her mouth. His balls drew tight against his body as he struggled for control.
She knew it and a smile edged up one corner of her mouth. He wanted to laugh, but it died in his throat when she began to roll and tug on her ni**les and the rings.
His fingers, still wet from her mouth, found her clit. He squeezed gently and then slid his thumb and forefinger back and forth around it. There was so much to look at, he simply cruised from his fingers in her cunt to her ni**les and up to her face, where she looked at him intently.
Deep inside her cunt he felt the telltale flutters of her oncoming climax. When it hit, her internal muscles grasping and fluttering around him, his own followed. The pleasure of it rushed up his spine, his back bowing as she ground herself down, pressing hard to keep him deep even as she came.
Her mossy eyes blurred just momentarily, but she kept them open and focused on him. He couldn’t tear his attention away as something big passed between them, linking them in a way he felt all the way to his toes.
Surprise marked her features and she blinked several times. No matter. It was there, the bond between them, and he liked it just that way. Had no plans whatsoever to do anything to dislodge it. In fact, he wanted to strengthen it.
Erin dragged air into her lungs as she dropped to the mattress. Todd pressed a kiss to her lips and got up. She listened to his movements as her heart’s galloping beat slowed down to normal. The water turned on, the toilet flushed and his footfalls came back toward her.
“The bathroom is a hedonist’s dream,” he said, flopping next to her, taking up space. She liked it when his hand found hers, took it in his and squeezed.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had to live in a shithole with not enough hot water and nicotine stains on the walls. Money has brought a lot of luxuries to my life, like the view and a bathtub the size of a Volkswagen.” It couldn’t buy happiness, but it certainly could make life a hell of a lot easier. People who insisted the opposite usually had a lot of it.
He laughed and, without realizing it, she snuggled into him. He smelled so good. “What’s your cologne?”
“Um, something my mom gave me for Christmas. Black, Ralph Lauren, I think. Mmm, feel free to do that anytime you like,” he murmured as she pressed her nose into the place where his neck met his shoulder.
“I like it.” She licked him, tasting salt.
“I’m glad.” He groaned. “Even when I’ve just come you make me want to f**k you again.”
She leaned up to see him better. “Is that a bad thing?”
His eyes found hers, locking in, and disorientation struck for a brief moment. “Not at all. C’mere, I want to kiss you.”
She stretched her neck to give him her lips, and he gave a satisfied near growl as their mouths touched.
For the longest time they traded lazy kisses, until she heard the trilling of a cell phone.
“That’s not mine.” She pulled back, amused at his annoyed look.
He rolled away, giving her an excellent view of his ass as he did.
“Keenan.” She wanted to laugh at how annoyed he sounded.
She got up, pulling on a nearby robe and wandering into the kitchen for another margarita.
Todd ground his teeth together. Of course he had to get a call to deal with a client now. But he was the new partner and he needed to meet existing clients, even if he had been settling in and getting ready to f**k Erin again.
He sighed as he splashed water over his face and combed his hair back into something resembling a man who hadn’t just f**ked for a few hours.
Despite his need to go, he stopped as he came out into the living room and caught sight of her standing in the open door to the balcony. The breeze had blown open her short robe, exposing her br**sts and her cunt. Her hair had swept back from her face and her eyes were closed.
He wished he could paint or even that he had a camera nearby, because she looked so soft and beautiful he wanted to capture it forever.
She turned, a smile on her lips. “Is everything all right?”
“No.” He frowned. “I have to go. One of our clients is having problems with his security system and wants us to come in and consult on how to use it. Again, apparently. But he’s some big-shot attorney here in town and he’s used to snapping his fingers and getting results. Frankly, he’s paying for it, so”—he shrugged—“there you go. Anyway, I haven’t met him yet and I’m the new guy. I’m sorry.”
“Damn but your pu**y feels good.” He traced a fingertip up her body to flick the hair from her face. He wanted to see her eyes when she came. “Open your eyes.” Todd let the words come, not holding them back, the freedom of it intoxicating. “I want your eyes on me when I’m f**king you.”
Slowly, her gaze found his, like the unfurling of a flower, and he felt it to his toes when her attention was fully on him. Like he’d commanded.
“Tell me, Erin. Tell me what you want.” His voice was deep, nearly f**k-drunk.
Her breath caught twice before words came from those sweet lips. “I want to come.”
He’d always thought her voice was sexy, scratchy, whiskey rough, but now, blurred with sex, Todd was sure he’d never heard anything that made him harder.
“Touch your ni**les for me. I’ve got your clit handled.” He traced the line of her lips and she sucked his fingers into the wet of her mouth. His balls drew tight against his body as he struggled for control.
She knew it and a smile edged up one corner of her mouth. He wanted to laugh, but it died in his throat when she began to roll and tug on her ni**les and the rings.
His fingers, still wet from her mouth, found her clit. He squeezed gently and then slid his thumb and forefinger back and forth around it. There was so much to look at, he simply cruised from his fingers in her cunt to her ni**les and up to her face, where she looked at him intently.
Deep inside her cunt he felt the telltale flutters of her oncoming climax. When it hit, her internal muscles grasping and fluttering around him, his own followed. The pleasure of it rushed up his spine, his back bowing as she ground herself down, pressing hard to keep him deep even as she came.
Her mossy eyes blurred just momentarily, but she kept them open and focused on him. He couldn’t tear his attention away as something big passed between them, linking them in a way he felt all the way to his toes.
Surprise marked her features and she blinked several times. No matter. It was there, the bond between them, and he liked it just that way. Had no plans whatsoever to do anything to dislodge it. In fact, he wanted to strengthen it.
Erin dragged air into her lungs as she dropped to the mattress. Todd pressed a kiss to her lips and got up. She listened to his movements as her heart’s galloping beat slowed down to normal. The water turned on, the toilet flushed and his footfalls came back toward her.
“The bathroom is a hedonist’s dream,” he said, flopping next to her, taking up space. She liked it when his hand found hers, took it in his and squeezed.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had to live in a shithole with not enough hot water and nicotine stains on the walls. Money has brought a lot of luxuries to my life, like the view and a bathtub the size of a Volkswagen.” It couldn’t buy happiness, but it certainly could make life a hell of a lot easier. People who insisted the opposite usually had a lot of it.
He laughed and, without realizing it, she snuggled into him. He smelled so good. “What’s your cologne?”
“Um, something my mom gave me for Christmas. Black, Ralph Lauren, I think. Mmm, feel free to do that anytime you like,” he murmured as she pressed her nose into the place where his neck met his shoulder.
“I like it.” She licked him, tasting salt.
“I’m glad.” He groaned. “Even when I’ve just come you make me want to f**k you again.”
She leaned up to see him better. “Is that a bad thing?”
His eyes found hers, locking in, and disorientation struck for a brief moment. “Not at all. C’mere, I want to kiss you.”
She stretched her neck to give him her lips, and he gave a satisfied near growl as their mouths touched.
For the longest time they traded lazy kisses, until she heard the trilling of a cell phone.
“That’s not mine.” She pulled back, amused at his annoyed look.
He rolled away, giving her an excellent view of his ass as he did.
“Keenan.” She wanted to laugh at how annoyed he sounded.
She got up, pulling on a nearby robe and wandering into the kitchen for another margarita.
Todd ground his teeth together. Of course he had to get a call to deal with a client now. But he was the new partner and he needed to meet existing clients, even if he had been settling in and getting ready to f**k Erin again.
He sighed as he splashed water over his face and combed his hair back into something resembling a man who hadn’t just f**ked for a few hours.
Despite his need to go, he stopped as he came out into the living room and caught sight of her standing in the open door to the balcony. The breeze had blown open her short robe, exposing her br**sts and her cunt. Her hair had swept back from her face and her eyes were closed.
He wished he could paint or even that he had a camera nearby, because she looked so soft and beautiful he wanted to capture it forever.
She turned, a smile on her lips. “Is everything all right?”
“No.” He frowned. “I have to go. One of our clients is having problems with his security system and wants us to come in and consult on how to use it. Again, apparently. But he’s some big-shot attorney here in town and he’s used to snapping his fingers and getting results. Frankly, he’s paying for it, so”—he shrugged—“there you go. Anyway, I haven’t met him yet and I’m the new guy. I’m sorry.”
