She lifted her head and kissed me, and I was caught unaware but opened up for her nonetheless. It felt out-of-this-world good. I was enjoying letting her take the lead... at least until the little vixen started sucking on my tongue, and my cock became painfully hard. Then I took back the control.
I unhitched her hands from my shoulders and pushed them over her head. I turned rock-hard when Paige opened her legs wider. The woman was made for me. Her body’s response to me was incredible. I enjoyed her mouth until I felt her quivering under me, rolling her hips, looking for friction. But I held my pelvis just out of reach, not giving her what she was looking for. No, I was going to take my time with her. I planned to make her feel insanely good.
“Will,” she muttered, fidgeting, trying to break free. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.”
She tried to roll up her hips again, but I pulled my pelvis back.
“How long will you keep him away?” She pouted, nodding toward my belt. This woman was far too cute for her own good... or mine.
“Until I make you come.”
She swallowed, snapping her gaze up.
“What?”
“I’ll make you come with my fingers, and then I will give you my cock.”
She swallowed again. I captured her mouth, sliding a hand under her dress. She smelled so impossibly good. Sweet and spicy, and I found myself wishing the pillows would pick up her smell so I’d have something to remember her by after she left. I went straight for her panties, moving the fabric to one side. She was so ready for me that I slid two fingers inside her at once. I curled them slowly, searching for the sweet spot inside her. She climaxed hard and fast, and I covered her mouth with mine, feeling the reverberations against my chest. The throbbing below my belt was maddening, and I was dying to be inside her, but I held her while she rode out the wave of pleasure.
When her breaths became even and her hands roamed over my back, I reached for the small box under the table, snatching a condom.
“You’re... well prepared,” Paige said in a low, thick voice.
“It’s the only way I can cover my bases with you. Advance preparation. Because when I’m with you, I forget myself.”
I got my pants and boxers down below my ass, then rolled on the condom under Paige’s watchful gaze. She made to reach for me, but I stopped her. I gripped myself at the base, then squeezed closer to the tip, placing the crown on her lower belly. Her dress was bunched around her waist, and she couldn’t see what I was doing to her. She could only feel.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Paige?”
I dragged the tip to her clit as she nodded feverishly, then slid inside her. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip as her inner muscles clamped tight around me. She braced her arms around my neck, bringing me closer. I pressed my cheek to hers while I moved, because I wanted to be close and hear her. She was quiet, but those soft, barely audible sounds were fueling me. I made slow, lazy love to her, feeling her come apart one thrust at a time. The base of my erection tightened, energy gathering at the tip. She felt so good that I knew I wouldn’t last long. She seemed close too, but I wanted to make sure she came again. So I stilled, working one hand between us, touching her clit in small circles until she tightened around me like a fist. Then I slid in and out again, kissing her while she made my world tilt on its axis.
After cleaning up, Paige shuddered a little, and I brought a quilt. I slipped under it right next to her.
“So thoughtful,” she murmured.
“I’ll warm you up. Brought the quilt just in case.”
“You’ll warm me up, huh?”
“Yes. I’m a man of many talents.”
“That you are. Those fingers are downright magic.”
“Just my fingers?”
“Hmm... other body parts might also fit in the magic category.” Her voice was low and sweet, almost a purr. “Your chest is the world’s best pillow.”
“I see.” I chuckled while she shifted her head on my chest, looking for the most comfortable spot to rest it.
She yawned. “I should go soon, or I’ll fall asleep.”
“What would be so bad about that?”
“Explaining it tomorrow to Milo.”
She had a point, but was it the only reason she wasn’t staying? I moved over her, kissing her bare shoulder.