Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

Anything but this.

The moment she’d touched me, I’d known what she needed.

And it wasn’t comfort.

She wanted to feel alive.

So did I.

I drew my hands along the tops of her thighs, dragging my thumbs through her swollen folds to see her, to know her. By the end of this, I would know every piece of her.

How was I supposed to go back to the everyday after this?

But that wasn’t important.

Now it was simply this.

Her clit was stiff and tight and I knew just a few flicks would drive her over. I’d been holding back from that precipice for what felt like forever.

Her chest heaved and her breasts urged me forward. Her nipples were so sensitive. Each lick and suck had dragged such perfect sounds out of her. But I didn’t want to lose myself in foreplay again.

I was entirely sure she’d claw my back for my efforts at this point.

She rolled up to a seated position again and I dragged in a breath. She’d found my tie in the pocket and wrapped an end around one of her hands. “If you think you’re going to tease me into insanity again, you would be wrong.”

My cock jumped at the power lighting her eyes.

Fuck.

This woman would end me.

She flicked open a button on my dress shirt and tugged my shirttails free. One by one, she slipped the disks throu

gh their holes until I was as bare as she was from the front. She dragged her thumb up the middle of my belly, over the ridge of my abs that tightened involuntarily at her possessive touch.

Her head tilted at the long chain I wore under my clothes. The small medal fluttered through her hands and I saw the questions there, but she kept going. Her goal was something else entirely. I swung the chain around so the medal slid down between my shoulder blades. I wanted nothing between us.

She finally reached my shoulders. Her other hand came up and the length of my tie slid around the back of my neck. She wrapped the other end around her free hand and tugged me closer. The head of my cock bumped along her pussy.

“Inside me. Now.”

“Fuck, yes.”

I slid my hand between us and lined us up. The urge to slam into her filled my head. Sweat popped up along the back of my neck, but I didn’t. I knew once I got inside her, there would be no going back. The adrenaline had fallen into the jaws of an endorphin rush.

Primal.

I slowly rolled my hips forward. Bliss threatened to roll my eyes back into my damn head. She was so hot and tight. So fucking wet for me.

She dragged my head down closer with her little collar. Did she honestly think that this would be how she controlled me?

I curled my fingers over her hips and dragged her closer, snapping my hips that last few inches until I was buried inside of her.

She cried out and I let go.

There was no leash strong enough to hold me back now.

I drove into her as if this was my last fuck on this earth. The sawing strength of my tie at the back of my neck fell away as her arms lifted to hold on.