All Night Long (Man of the Month 9)

Even after so many years, she remembered the feel of him. The taste of him. He'd been a skilled lover when he was in law school. A touch could make her wet. A brush of his tongue could make her come. But he hadn't developed the edge yet, and the Easton who stood before her now was a man with all sorts of edges. The kind who could take a girl to dark places, then fill them with light.

God, how she wanted that.

He thrust into her faster, and she clung to his butt, holding him in place, wishing he'd shed the pants. She wanted the feel of skin on skin. She wanted all of him.

"Baby, that feels so good. I'm so damn close."

She sucked harder, but he gently pulled out. "I want to feel you. I want to feel us."

And then, as if to prove that he was echoing her thoughts, he added, "I want out of these damn clothes." Quickly, he stripped off his pants and jacket, but kept the suit shirt on. She almost insisted he take it off, then thought better of it. She liked the way he looked with his rock hard cock peeking out from the shirt tails. Just looking at him made her aroused, and she was already so close.

"Please," she said, then started to reach back to unfasten her garter.

"Oh, no. That is too perfect. Bend over."

"What?"

He smacked her rear lightly, and she almost passed out from lust. "I said to bend over."

She did, holding onto the edges of the small round table, her breasts against the cool tile and her ass presented for him.

"You're so gorgeous. Spread your legs."

She did as he said, and he slid his cock up and down her crack, teasing her pussy until it took all of her willpower not to reach back and touch herself.

Then again ...

She slid one hand between her legs and started to stroke her clit as he teased her with the tip of his cock.

"That's so hot," he said. "Don't stop doing that."

"No, sir," she said, then smiled when he moaned. Apparently he liked the game as much as she did. "Fuck me, please." She was so turned on her muscles were clenching, desperate to pull him in. "I need you inside me."

"Anything you want. Hang on."

She didn't want to hang on at all. She wanted everything, and she wanted it now. But she told herself that good things came to those who wait and so she patiently waited as he pulled a condom from his wallet then sheathed himself. His hand slicked over her, and he moaned. "You're so wet," he said. "I'm going to fuck you so deep."

"Yes." It was all she could manage. Words seemed beyond her. She'd moved on to sensations only.

And then she felt the sensation of him. The pressure at her entrance, and then the intensity of his first thrust inside her. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of him. The way he filled her. Claimed her. And when he started to rhythmically thrust inside her, all rational thought left her and she knew only the exceptional growing sensation of a powerful orgasm rising inside her, borne of the wild, deep thrusts of his cock and the firm teasing of her clit with her own fingers.

More and more, deeper and deeper. She felt his body tighten inside her. Felt his muscles tense around her. He reached out and grabbed her neck, lifting her head so that he was holding her tight, her breasts off the table now. He was riding her, her body entirely at his mercy.

"Come for me."

"Please," she said. "More."

He teased her ass with his free hand. "Is this more?" he whispered. "Or how about this?" he asked, then licked the curve of her ear. "Come now," he ordered. "I want to feel you explode."

His breath teased her ear as he spoke, and that was the final push. Fingers of electricity shot through her body, each strand racing toward her core. She felt alive, on fire. She felt like pure energy, the stars, the big fucking bang.

"Now," he urged. "Go over now."

As if she had no choice but to obey this man, she felt the world fall out from under her. She exploded. She broke apart. She touched the heavens.

And then ever so gently, she fell back to the earth and into his arms.

He relished her warmth as they curled up together in bed. He'd carried her there, and now he wanted nothing more than to hold her close and keep her safe. His fingers danced lazily against her skin, pausing at the tattoo beneath her breast, just over her heart. Please.