She worked his cock with both hands. “I don’t have any figure at all without it.”
“You must have nipples.”
“True, but…”
“Nipples are very sensitive,” he breathed out against her cheek. “Set them free.”
His voice was low, deep, seductive, and while she worried she’d be sorry, she unfastened her bra and gave it a toss. When he slid his fingertips over her breast, she gasped with the unexpected thrill.
“See, I was right, wasn’t I?” He leaned down to lick her left nipple and suck it tenderly. He blew across the tight bud to add a sudden chill.
She wound her hand in his hair. “Do that again.”
“My pleasure.” He moved to her right breast and twirled his tongue over the nipple’s proud pink tip.
She sighed as he sucked and lapped and blew to make her shiver. “We ought to hurry,” she murmured.
“Why, when our elevator is trapped between floors. We might be forced to stay here for hours.” He slid his hand over her flat stomach and down through the soft curls hiding her slit. He tugged lightly. “I remembered a condom this time.”
“They ought to have a vending machine in elevators to supply them.”
Santos nearly choked trying not to laugh. “There’s a business opportunity I’d not considered.”
He’d gone commando, but she couldn’t push his shorts past his brace. She cupped his bare butt and whispered, “You have such a fine body. It’s a shame you have to hide it most of the time.”
“I owe it all to my personal trainer.”
“She must be very good.”
“She’s incredibly talented.” He caught her mouth and held her close with his free hand. “You always taste so sweet.”
She wound her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts over his chest. He slid his hand between her legs, and she widened her stance to welcome him. They moved together so naturally, so easily, and she loved every second of it. “Is this one of your old standards?”
“It’s rapidly becoming one,” he slurred between kisses.
She breathed in, and the darkness sharpened her senses to make his scent, touch and taste even more powerful. It was far too good to last, and knowing it wouldn’t, her eyes stung with a threat of tears, and she blinked them away. She whisked her hand under his balls and felt him jump.
“Do that again,” he murmured.
She did. He was already so hard she saw no reason to wait. She found the condom in the pocket of his shorts and ripped it open. She ran her knuckles up his belly. “We’re going to use this before I get carried away.”
“If we must.”
She rolled it down his cock slowly, deliberately taking her time to sheath him properly. She hooked her leg over his hip to open herself fully. He teased her with the tip of his cock, circling her clit and sliding along her dripping wet slit with a self-control that amazed her. She guided his hand to push him into her, but he went slowly, withdrawing and surging with a taunting rhythm. She bit his shoulder, but not hard, just a nibble and thrust her hips against him.
He froze at sounds in the hall, leaving her aching on the rim of release. She moved then, rocking him against the door. He tightened his hold to keep her still, but she twisted to carry him over the brink with her. She clung to him as he pulsed into her, riding his pleasure as well as her own. Surrounded by an inky darkness, tucked away from the world, it felt so deliciously wicked she ached all the way to her toes.
“I’m lost,” he whispered in her ear, still within her.
“We’re in your closet.”
“Not that kind of lost.”
She understood perfectly and held him tight. It wasn’t just sex to him either, but she wouldn’t spoil the moment with needless talk. When she could bear to, she broke free. He shucked off the condom, and she helped him pull up his shorts. She buttoned the button. “Don’t you dare turn on the light until I’m dressed.”
“I wouldn’t embarrass you.”
She kissed him hard. “Good. Remember that.” She felt around by their feet for her bra, found his shirt and drew it over his head. He tweaked her nipples with his thumb, and she batted his hand away. “That’s not fair.”