Touch Me (You & Me 2)

His hands reached to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and revealing his gorgeous, tanned and muscled chest. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down as she surveyed his body. The man was gorgeous, better than any model in a Calvin Klein ad.

“Jeans,” she ordered.

His eyes held hers as he unfastened his jeans, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them. She nodded her head in approval.

“I feel like you’re a little overdressed,” he commented.

“Have a seat,” she ordered, gesturing to the chair positioned in the corner of his huge room.

He hesitated for a second but turned and moved to do as she asked. She grabbed the lighter on the mantle of the fireplace and quickly lit the candles around the room before turning off the lights. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time. She felt sexy and desirable and very confident in what she was about to do.

“Katherine,” he said her name.

She turned to look at him. She put a finger to her lips, shushing him. Heat pooled in his eyes. She turned, bent over and quickly unzipped the tiny zipper on each bootie before kicking them off. She could feel his eyes on her body and made sure she exaggerated every move.

As he watched, she moved her body, letting herself get lost in the music as she slowly stripped off her sweater, revealing her pale pink bra. She could see his erection blooming under the fabric of his briefs and continued her slow, tantalizing dance, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding them down her hips, giving him her backside as she pushed them down, bending over as she pulled them from her legs.

When she turned back to face him, she could see a glimpse of that wild side in him, begging to be released. She moved slowly, swaying her hips and doing a dance that mimicked lovemaking, running her hands over her breasts, her head dropping back as she let herself go. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of her before moving her hands over her breasts, massaging and cupping them as he stared with utter fascination. She danced her way towards him, gyrating her body inches from his face. The lap dance was another thing she’d seen on some movie and reenacting it for him was making her feel erotic.

His hands reached out to grip her hips. She turned back to look at him and smiled. The beast was unleashed. He stood up behind her, his erection pressing against her as she swayed her hips, bending down to reach her toes, his hands holding her against him as he ground against her.

“Katherine,” he groaned her name.

She pushed back against him, giving him permission, begging for him to take her.

It was all he needed, his hand squeezed her ass before reaching around and cupping her between her legs. She gasped. The heat of his p

alm and the pressure was what she had been begging for. His hands moved to her thong, pushing it down her legs. She quickly stepped out of it, her back still to him.

A few seconds later, she saw his underwear hit the ground and grinned. He moved close against her, his erection pressed against her butt. His hand splayed over her belly, traveling south to where she was hot, wet and ready. He reached one finger down, spreading her folds and caressing her. Her head leaned back, resting against his shoulder as his other hand moved to cup her breast. The combination of teasing between her legs and her hard, puckered nipples was making her crazy.

She stepped away from him, spun around and with one hard shove, sent him sprawling into the chair behind him. The look on his face was priceless. His nostrils flared as she walked towards him, yanking him forward in the chair before turning around and lowering herself over his body.

His hands went back to her hips, guiding her over him. She reached between her legs and fisted his hard length before lining it up and slowly sliding down, her body opening for his entrance. Every solid inch making her wetter and taking her one step closer to an orgasm.

She sat down, leaning forward to take him a little deeper before she began to move, riding him as if she were in a race to get somewhere. His grunts and shouts of pleasure coming from behind her took her higher.

“Yes!” she screamed, her body exploding around him buried deep inside her, quivering with sensual delight as she rode him.

He sprung forward, lifting her, impaling her body deeper before pulling out and spinning her around.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he snarled in a voice that made her shiver with anticipation.

He grabbed hold of her hands, moving behind her and putting her hands on the back of the chair. Her heart was racing with excitement. With one long, hard thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her body with his hard length.

“Yes,” she moaned, her head rolling back and forth as she stared down at her hands gripping the back of the chair.

He stroked in and out, slow and deep. She could feel the tension in his body winding higher and higher.

“More!” she demanded, feeling confident and brave.

“Fuck,” he moaned a second before he gave her what she’d been begging for.

He fucked her hard and fast, that last shred of self-control evaporating as he gave into the animalistic instinct. She held on for dear life, taking every hard thrust with eagerness, pushing back and demanding more of him.

“More?” he growled, his mouth close to her ear.

“More. Fuck me, Ben, fuck me!”