When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

He told her, “This is all you, by the way.”

Her spirit and her libido soared.

“Do not waste another second,” she urged.

He didn’t. Kissed her while lifting her once again and carried her to the sofa. One hand swept aside all the papers, books, and medical journals.

She broke the kiss at all the racket. “Your work!”

“It’s a jumbled mess in my head anyway. I’ll figure it all out later. Right now, being inside you is all I can think about.”

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sp; That was sexy as hell.

He set her on a cushion covered by his discarded white dress shirt and guided her back against a pile of pillows. He shifted slightly, their legs tangled. He slipped a hand between their bodies. He looked into her eyes as his fingertips brushed over her slick folds. Rubbing softly, teasingly at first. Then with a bit more pressure. Until she was panting sharply.

He used the pads of two fingers to circle her clit. Her breath caught. He quickened the tempo, stroking skillfully.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes.”

He had just the right touch. Alternating his technique from strokes to flutters to strokes. Sending her barreling toward a much-needed orgasm.

“Make me come,” she quietly demanded. “I seriously need to come.”

A rough groan fell from his lips. He eased one finger into her pussy.

Staci cried out again. Then clamped down on her lower lip.

“No need to hold back,” he was quick to say. “The guests next door checked out yesterday afternoon.” And it was a corner unit.

“Good to know. Because I’m going to come so damn hard.”

Another primal sound escaped him. Lighting her up even more.

He worked a second finger into her tight canal. Pumped steadily, the heel of his hand massaging the knot of nerves between her legs. All the while, his mouth was on hers, engaging her in sensual, tongueless kisses. Just light and flirty enough to allow her to breathe as all the sensations swelled inside her.

He had a confident touch. Found that special spot deep within her. Caressed purposefully.

Her hips rose and undulated with his determined rhythm. His mouth left hers and trailed along her throat, tenderly biting, ratcheting her arousal.

He kissed his way down to her breasts. His tongue flicked over her aching nipple. Then his lips closed around the taut bud, and he suckled deep.

“Nick,” she moaned as she writhed beneath him. Tension built in her core. Pulsating sensations clawed at her, but she wasn’t willing to give in to them just yet. Even though she’d told him how in need of climaxing she was, everything he did to her felt so incredible that she wanted more and more.

He paid the same attention to her other nipple as his fingers plunged and stroked. The heel of his hand against her clit rubbed with more pressure. Staci felt herself opening further to him. Getting slicker, hotter.

Her breaths came in short, staccato beats. Exhilaration gripped her.

The sensations intensified. The tension mounted.

Suddenly, everything inside her erupted.

Staci screamed.

Heaven!

Little white orbs flashed behind her closed lids as she rode out the fiery orgasm. Loving every single second of it. Loving how powerfully she responded to him.