A Million Different Ways (Horn Duet 1)

I looked down and cringed when I realized I had my worst old linen nightgown on and my hair was piled on top of my head in a messy bun. Not exactly a temptress. I did a mental check of what underwear I had put on after my shower and decided it wasn’t the pair with the hole in them. Thank God. Not that I had any super sexy black g-strings hiding in my wardrobe, but I certainly didn’t want to scare him away.

He smirked when my eyes zeroed in on the large erection tenting up his pants. My nightwear didn’t seem to be dampening his desire. A prickling heat started at my toes and spread through my limbs, making me restless and my skin painfully sensitive. The soft nightgown I was wearing was suddenly made of pins and needles.

He walked over to my narrow bed and sat on the edge, facing me. Then, without a word, he took the book out of my hand and placed in on the desk. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick shaft. My entire body lit up at its proximity.

Thank God, you’re here.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I mumbled.

He reached up and cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. His gaze, hot and molten, drifted to my mouth and I swallowed.

If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to pounce on you.

“Your friend seems nice.”

I knew I was babbling. Nothing to be done for it, when he stared at my lips with that sensual threat in his eyes, it scrabbled my thoughts and destroyed my composure.

You’re in serious danger of being raped if you don’t hurry up.

“You shouldn’t have introduced us, Sebastian. I’m just the housekeeper,” I rambled on…while lust and need carried on a completely different conversation in my head.

His eyes softened. He leaned down and kissed me gently, brushing my lips with his. Once. Twice. “Not to me, you’re not,” he stated quietly. His tenderness crushed any lingering remains of doubt I may have harbored.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Potent alchemy. The kiss turned wild in a flash and everything happened quickly after that. I was dragged onto his lap. He tugged at the elastic that held my messy bun together until it broke and my hair spilled down my back. Coiling it around his hand, he pulled my head back to feast on my neck. His kisses became more demanding, almost desperate. My hands were everywhere at once, stroking his chest, sifting through his hair.

Ablaze with desire, heat flooded the farthest reaches on my body. In record time, he had me turned on and tuned into him so completely that I wouldn’t have noticed or cared if somebody had walked in on us.

The curtains were wide open. He turned off the lamplight, and a full moon bathed the room in blue shadows. Eyes locked on mine, he stood in front of the window and pushed down his pants. My heart skipped a beat. The magnificence of the moment stole my breath away. The moonlight traced the silhouette of his nakedness as if he had stepped out of my dreams. Imperfect––though perfect to me.

He pulled me out of bed and grabbed the edge of my nightgown, lifted it slowly over my head, deliberately drawing out the sensation of his warm fingers grazing my cool skin. Then he hooked the sides on my not-so-bad panties with his fingers and pulled them off. When he was done, we stood before each other naked, two people not wanting to need one another yet wanting each other desperately. I knew then I was in serious trouble.

His passion filled eyes never left mine as he sat in the chair and guided me to stand between his thighs. I wove my fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp with my short nails. His thick lashes fluttered and a relaxed sigh escaped his lips, the hardness gone from his features.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…all I think about is being inside of you.” The murmur rippled across my skin. With deliberate patience, he kissed a path from my navel to my expectant nipple, circling the distended tip with his tongue and blowing on it, clamping down hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure racing to the peak of my thighs.

I bit the inside of my cheek trying to stifle a moan. My lids grew heavy. I struggled to keep my eyes open as my attention starved body soaked up every bit of sensation. He stroked the seam of my sex and dipped into my body with infinite patience, urging me closer with a gentle caress of my rear end. A finger slipped between my cheeks, unannounced, and brushed over the highly sensitive area. A thrill of sensation shot through me.

I grabbed his erection at the base and stroked him. A slow hiss escaped his lips as my thumb spread pre-cum over the sensitive crown. Wrapping his hand around mine, he stopped me and handed me a condom fished out of his pants.