Annabelle smiled. “It’s been a long time since anyone has said that to me.”
“You’re fucking hot,” he amended, his tone teasing, but his gaze serious.
Laughing, she said, “Or that.” Admittedly, it felt damn good to have him admire her without holding back. A wicked thrill chased down her spine, intensifying when he kissed her again.
His nimble fingers released the clasp on her bra and he worked that piece of lingerie off while still kissing her. He palmed her breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them in a way that made Annabelle’s pulse jump off the charts. One hand shifted to the small of her back as the other stayed on her breast. His finger and thumb captured her hard nipple, rolling and pinching it until her cunt clenched tight and she felt heat and desire prickle her clit.
Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for air.
“Good Lord,” she whispered as that fire continued to rage through her body.
“You like this?” Eric murmured as his head bent to her bare breast and his tongue flicked over her tight nipple.
A small cry of pleasure fell from Annabelle’s lips. “Oh yes.”
Apparently spurred on by her response to him, Eric sucked her nipple into his mouth, making her writhe in his arms and moan again. His hand moved between her slightly parted legs and his fingers glided over her pussy lips, caressing them through the satin and lace of her thong panties.
He released her nipple just long enough to say, “You’re already wet for me.” Then he went back to teasing her nipple with his tongue as his fingers massaged her labia.
Annabelle’s head fell back. She gripped his biceps, holding on tightly as the pleasure coursed through her veins, building as every second passed. She felt the tension increase in her belly and deep in her cunt. She wanted his fingers inside her, stroking her until she came.
As though sensing her need, he swept aside the scant material covering her and targeted her clit with the pads of two fingers.
“Oh God.” The words slipped from her mouth, unbidden. Annabelle’s eyes closed as she said, “That feels so good. Just like that.”
He rubbed her clit, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. Then he pushed a long finger into her cunt and stroked her quickly, making her whimper.
“Oh yes. Keep doing that,” she begged for more.
His mouth closed over her other nipple and suckled it as he finger-fucked her. Annabelle’s grip on his upper arms tightened. She swayed a little on her heels, as her knees seemed to knock together while little fireballs burst in her belly.
When Eric worked a second finger into her slick cunt, Annabelle’s excitement escalated. He stroked her quickly, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit while his fingers pushed deep into her pussy, hitting all the right spots.
The erotic sensations coursing through every inch of her seemed to race toward her core. When they collided, she cried out.
“Oh God, Eric! Oh yes!” Her climax was a powerful one, stealing her breath and making her tremble from head to toe.
The hand on the small of her back crushed her to Eric’s hunky body. He held her tight and steady as her orgasm crested and then slowly ebbed.
He withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and said, in a strained tone, “I want to fuck you, Annabelle. Now.”
“Please,” she begged again.
A sharp grunt fell from his lips. “Getting you off makes me so hard. I want to be inside you when you come again.”
Wasting no more time, she quickly divested him of his jacket, tie and shirt. Stripping the shirt off him was like unwrapping the best Christmas present of her life. He was magnificently built, even more so than what she’d seen of him clothed. More so than what she’d imagined. Her hands splayed over the rigid muscles of his chest, feeling the hard ledge of his pectorals against her skin and the flexing and tightening her touch evoked.
His large hands gripped her waist. The
way he looked at her with such carnal and unapologetic lust made her desperate to strip off the rest of his clothes and beg him to fuck her.
“Want to go into the bedroom?” she asked, though she’d be perfectly content to have him do her right here in the living room.
His thoughts clearly ran the same way. He said, “This room will work for now.”
Annabelle’s stomach flipped. Eric removed the remainder of his clothes, leaving Annabelle breathless. Speechless.
He pulled a condom from his wallet, tore the packet open and rolled the condom down his shaft. Then he whirled her around and without preamble, bent her over the plump, rolled arm of the couch. She let out a playful squeal as her upper body landed on the pillows piled in the corner. Eric’s hands cupped her ass, massaging and kneading. Then his fingers slid along the cleft, circling the rim of her anus, which would be filled tomorrow night. His fingers swept forward and he rubbed her clit in quick strokes that lit her up instantly.