The Best Next Thing ((Un)Professionally Yours 1)

“Lovely,” he muttered, his mouth dropping to one of the small mounds and planting kisses along the scalloped edge of the bra. His teeth gently closed around the hard, straining bud and he gave her a nip through the lace but closed his hot mouth over the aching peak before she could even register the sting.

Her back arched as she attempted to push herself nearer to him, so close to coming from just this touch that she wasn’t sure how long she would last. He dragged the cup down with his teeth and suckled her again with a hungry groan of pleasure.

Charity’s breath caught and released on a long moan. Her fingers were fisted in his hair as she held him close.

He turned his attention to the other peak, gifting it with the same lavish treatment. She was dimly aware of being shifted to her back while he worked at her breasts. By the time he finally lifted his head, he was cradled between her spread thighs, her blouse was completely undone, and her skirt was hiked up around her hips. His position allowed him to saw the ridge of his erection against her furrow through the damp silk of her panties.

His weight on top of her felt…confining, and while Charity fought to stay in the moment, she began to feel claustrophobic. Her quickening breath had nothing to do with the desire she had relished moments before and everything to do with how trapped she now felt.

He lifted his head from her breasts with a smile, and his eyes darkened when he appeared to recognize that she was no longer enjoying herself.

“Not a fan of missionary, I take it,” he muttered, his voice cracking as he attempted to regulate his breathing. Before she could respond, or descend into a full-fledged panic attack. Before she could so much as blink…he reversed their positions until she was straddling him with her breasts spilling over the top of her bra and into his waiting hands. Her mound was now resting on top of his big, bold cock.

She sucked in a shocked breath, and her hands dropped to his chest for balance. Her hair tumbled around them, a dark curtain cutting them off from the world.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice reverent.

“So are you.” She heard the reverence echoed in her shaky voice.

His hands went to play with her breasts and he lifted his head to kiss her again. He bent his knees and thrust up against her, the tip of his penis stimulating her overly sensitive clit and she whimpered helplessly at the sensation.

To her eternal regret, one of his hands slid away from her breasts, but that regret was fleeting when he felt his way down to her hip. His deft fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties before circling around to grab a generous handful of her butt. He squeezed her flesh for a moment and guided her movements until she found the rhythm she needed. His intrepid hand glided farther down until it found the tight, slick entrance to her clenching channel. Charity shuddered when he slid one, long thick finger inside and she lost her rhythm for a second.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he urged, his voice strained.

A second finger found its way into her spasming pussy, and Charity sobbed. She couldn’t remember anything feeling so all-consumingly good before.

She felt wonderful. Alive…vibrant, young, whole, and so powerful.

“Oh. Oh. Oh my God!” She was dimly aware of her nails digging into his chest as she thrust against him. Grinding on his cock, impaling herself on his fingers and finally…finally coming. Hard. Almost painfully.

And so damned spectacularly.

She was dimly aware of his voice.

Miles.

He was speaking quietly, articulating gentle assurances. Stroking her and guiding her back to the present with him.

He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his long, hard arms around her. She immediately felt warm and secure.

And cherished.

He planted sweet kisses on her damp forehead, and his hands burrowed beneath her blouse to caress her back—sweeping up and down the sweat dampened expanse in soothing strokes.

“You’re still hard,” she observed after a few minutes, and his penis jerked, apparently happy to be acknowledged.

“You asked for an orgasm, I believe that’s exactly what I delivered.”

“But I thought that we would both…” Her voice trailed off in confusion.

“I’m fine. This was about what you needed.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled. A little staggered by his incredible unselfishness. She hadn’t expected him to deny his own gratif

ication.

“Oh, Christ. It was my definite pleasure, Charity. Anytime you need an encore, I’ll be right here.”