Some Like it Hotter

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rested her breasts against his warm, hard chest, rubbed them back and forth, enjoying the stimulation as she eased his boxer briefs down, circling his tight, beautiful buttocks lightly with her fingers. “Off with the underwear.”

He obeyed. She watched him, enjoying the play of his thigh muscles, the careless way he flung the briefs aside and came back to her.

“Fortune cookie?” She grabbed up the bag and offered it, trying to look nonchalant.

“What, now?”

“When better?”

He shrugged, reached in and held up a condom in disbelief. “What restaurant did you order from?”

Eva giggled. “Best in town. Full service.”

“Apparently.” He put the packet on the ground next to them. “I have some we could have used, Eva, but thanks for coming tonight all prepared for my coming tonight.”

“I look forward to your coming tonight.” Still on her knees, she swayed forward until their bodies were touching again. “And you’re welcome.”

His eyes darkened, his arms closed around her. “You’ll be coming tonight, too. That okay with you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good.” He kissed her leisurely, his fingers roaming around her back and down to circle her bottom, then up, around, down, up again.... His hands were warm, possessive, and felt so wonderful on her body she wanted to purr.

“Nice,” he murmured. “You feel very nice.”

“You, too.” She leaned back to draw her hands across his chest, loving the smooth dip and swell of his pectorals, the round muscles of his shoulders, the smooth sweep of his back.

His fingers made an oval up and around her hip bones, then descended toward her sex, stroking and exploring while he kissed her.

He had the most perfect way of touching her, delicately at first, then a firmer tease, then backing off again. Her desire rose, waned, rose, waned, two steps forward, one back, three forward, one back, four, five, then she was way hot wanting him.

“Ames,” she whispered. “I’m so ready, I’m about to scream.”

“I like that about you.” He picked up the condom.

Eva knew exactly how things should go from there. Not intimately, not face-to-face, where the emotion would have an opportunity to grow. If she wanted more nights with him, she’d have to play Scheherazade and leave him wanting more, not less. Sex would be its own reward, erotic and fun.

She lowered herself to her side and slid her bottom leg between his, raised her upper leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Ever tried this?”

“I’m about to.” Ames grabbed the leg folded around him to give her support, and pushed gently inside her, both of them moaning in pleasure at the penetration.

“Mmm.” He felt fabulous, full and long, filling and stretching her, going deep and deeper still. Eva loved the angle, loved the feel of his thigh muscles working as he pushed in and out.

She drew her hands up her stomach, over her breasts, stroking them, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

His breath hissed in. He slowed his pace. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come before you do.”

“Is that so terrible?” She smiled up at him.

“Ladies first.”

“Hmm. You know, I don’t really feel like a proper lady right now.” She slid her hand down between her legs, circling with a finger, loving the double stimulation of the cock inside her and the direct touch on her clit.

“Eva.” He gripped her knee hard, pushing desperately. She held his hot gaze as she touched herself, the warmth growing, her orgasm approaching.

“Ames.” She pushed back against him, rubbing harder, her breath hitching. “I’m going to come.”

His face contorted, his movements grew jerky, spasmodic. He thrust hard, backed off, thrust again.

Eva closed her eyes and cried out as the climax swept her, heard Ames groaning, then felt his release pulsing between her legs.

So beautiful. So wonderful. So perfect between them.

If after this, tonight was still the only night Ames wanted with her, then he wasn’t the man for her after all.

But she had a feeling she’d just bought herself a pretty fabulous three weeks, to do all this again and maybe a whole lot more.