Indulgent Pleasures

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Oh, this man was good. Almost too good. The way he looked at her and touched her, the things he said. It all went straight to her head before dispersing amongst other, more needful parts of her body.

Not that she was protesting. It was as if he knew exactly what she liked, what she needed. The reverent glow in his eyes as he drank in her lace covered breasts and the way his big hands touched her so gently.

Who knew she could land a man who had a face, a body like his? He was looking at her as if he wanted to eat her up with a giant spoon.

Stephanie arched into his hands, desperate for him to rub her nipples again. It was as if they had a direct line to her pussy for every time he touched her there she became wetter, slicker. Her clit was positively throbbing and she wondered if a woman could be orgasmic just by having her nipples rubbed.

Those quick reflexes of his went right to work as he nimbly undid the clasp of her bra at her back. The bra hung from her body. He slipped the thin straps from her shoulders, down her arms and then it dropped onto the floor.

She couldn’t help but marvel at her situation. Sitting on this man’s lap in a car, naked to the waist, her dress bunched at her hips and his capable hands all over her. He smiled, a flash of dimples that made her heart skitter and then he took a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Lightning heat flashed within her, making her cry out, and she arched into his mouth. He sucked and licked, his fingers teasing the other nipple, circling and circling. Pure hot sensation washed through her and she thrust her hands into his hair. The dark, silky soft strands clung to her fingers and she clutched him to her, her eyes sliding closed in ecstasy.

A hand snaked beneath her skirt and then he was touching her, his fingers dancing along her inner thigh. She spread her legs wider, her breath coming in short spurts as anticipation curled through her.

Yes, yes she wanted him right there, touching her pussy, stroking her into oblivion. She’d never felt this way, so free, so wanton, so damn hot for a man. If he didn’t touch her there soon she was going to lose it. Scream, beg, make him touch her, anything to get what she wanted from him.

“Mmm, nice panties.” A single finger stroked across the front of her underwear and she lurched against him. “Are they red?”

“M—maybe,” she stuttered, barely able to concentrate. Only able to feel.

One thick, long finger slipped beneath the elastic, teasing her dampened curls. She was slick, so hot and wet for him and for a quick moment, she was embarrassed. They’d only been kissing for a few minutes and she was wetter than she’d ever been for any man.

Embarrassment flew out the window when she heard the satisfaction in his voice. “God, you’re soaked for me.”

She was. Completely and totally soaked. His finger stroked through her folds, quickly dabbing at her clit and she ground against his hand. She wanted more, so much more.

“I want to be inside you.” He kissed her, a slow, drugging kiss that melted her from the inside out. She slumped against him, her mouth seeking his and her body wrapped around him tight. She felt his cock against her aching wet center, remembering how bold she’d been just moments earlier. How she’d unzipped his pants, reached in and cupped his thick, hard length.

He was big, bigger than any man she’d been with and she couldn’t wait to have him inside her more than willing body.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth and he groaned.

“Say that again when I enter you.” He let go of her and she shifted out of his way, sitting next to him. Reaching behind to pull his wallet from his back pocket, he found a single wrapped condom nestled inside the sleek black leather. He plucked the condom out, tearing into the wrapper with eager fingers.

“Say what?” She watched in fascination as he pushed his trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh, revealing his long, glorious cock.

Her mouth watered, literally watered at the sight of it. She was overwhelmed with the urge to bend down and draw him between her lips, suck him while he pumped deep within her mouth.

But not right now. Hmm, most likely never, since this was only a one-night-stand. Sex with a stranger was one of the ultimate female fantasies right?

And here she was, living it. Wouldn’t Zoe want to roll over and die if she knew?

Justin sheathed himself and when he looked up at her with a smoldering, sexy expression, she was afraid she might come on the spot.

“Say yes when I enter you. Whisper it in my ear. Tell me how good I feel inside you.” He grabbed her, hauling her back into position with ease and her skirt spread out over them once more, hiding what they were about to do.

It felt illicit, naughty. Still half dressed and they were about to have sex. Fuck.

She smiled. She’d never once in her life referred to the sexual act as fucking. She’d always been too much of a good girl.

Tonight there was nothing good girl about what she was going to do.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he urged and she did, rising up onto her knees in preparation for his entry.

He grabbed the front of her panties with his free hand and pulled hard, tearing them off in one firm grip. “Sorry.”