Long Relief (Hardball 1)

Like a hero out of an old movie, he swept her into his arms and strode to the bed, laying her down gently before covering her body with his. Before bending his head to her breast again, he smirked up at her and said, “You swooned.”

“I did not swoon.” She hissed as his teeth caught her nipple, grazing it lightly. “I was just caught up.”

He lifted his head. “You’re still wearing your shoes.”

He sat back on his knees and ran a hand over the front of her dress, pulling it down to her ankles. Cradling her calf in his palm, he lifted her leg and pulled the dress the rest of the way off, tossing it aside. “No chance of water damage tonight.”

“Good, because at least tonight, my assistant doesn’t have a clue where I am.” She wriggled her hips and pushed down her panties, but he caught her hand, tugging the fabric down for her. He slipped his fingers between her skin and the fabric, a shattered breath stuttering from his lungs. She gripped his wrist and pulled his hand flush against her pussy. “That’s all for you, baby,” she moaned, rolling her hips against his hand.

He pulled her shoes off without another thought and tossed them aside, gliding his hand up her calf, under her knee, to her inner thigh, before pushing two fingers inside of her easily. She raised her hips and moaned in the peculiar frustration of getting just what she needed but not enough, at the same time. He pumped his fingers, fluttering them along the top of her cunt, tapping until he found exactly the right spot. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rolled it in wide circles, and she ground against his palm.

“Tell me when it feels right,” he told her, still stroking back and forth over her sensitive inner flesh.

“Are you kidding me?” she panted, her hands digging into the thick duvet. Her legs slid over the sheets in a dance of restless joy, and she rocked her hips with every downward stroke of his thumb. “It all feels good.”

He laughed and leaned over her, his fingers never slowing as he dropped kisses across her stomach, up to her breasts. The tight, hot feeling that sent shivers down her limbs coiled tighter and tighter under Chris’s stroking.

She was close, incredibly close, when she pushed his hand away. “Wait, I don’t want to come yet. I want you inside of me when I do.”

He leaned over her to reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom. He tore it open and sheathed himself quickly. Her mouth went a little dry and her cunt went a little wet watching him unroll the latex down his length. When he covered her body again, she pushed his shoulder, rolling with him to sit astride his hips. Slowly, she rubbed herself over the rock-hard length of him, savoring the hitch in his breath at the slick sounds they made. He lifted his pelvis and pushed inside her, just a tantalizing fraction before stilling. She slipped back and his hands were there, holding her ass, keeping her from moving as he barely rested the tip of his cock inside her.

“What?” he asked when she whimpered and tried futilely to take more of him in. “I thought you said you didn’t want to come yet.”

She would have to remember to never say that, ever again. Or say it more often, she couldn’t decide. She could barely think with the slippery head of his cock withdrawing to rub against her clit. The last time a man had teased her like this… no, she couldn’t really compare this to any of the other men she’d been with. Chris had learned how to drive her crazy in one night, to make her feel the way she hadn’t felt with guys she’d been in serious relationships with. That was another reason he was so dangerous. He’d studied her body and he was a fast learner; he knew just how much she could take.

She opened her mouth to beg him, and he released her to twine his hand in her hair, jerking her lips down to his as he thrust up. He caught her moan in his mouth, his tongue sliding over her lips as he pounded into her again and again.

If he thought he was going to run this show while she sat there doing nothing, he was sorely mistaken. She slapped her palms against his chest and pulled herself up, raking her nails through the short, crisp hair that covered his pecs.

Grinning, he put his hands behind his head. “Okay, I see. You’ve got to be in control.”

“Oh no. No, no,” she assured him.“I am going to be anything but in control.”

That was the secret, she’d always believed, of the female superior position. Because slowly riding Chris’s cock, her hair brushing her back as her head lolled with the lazy pleasure, was the furthest from control she’d ever felt. Free to dictate the pace, free to grind and rock and squeeze on him, she let every thought leave her mind. The sensations of her body on and all around his commanded her sole focus. She panted and gasped right along with him with every agonizingly slow shift of their bodies. She sped up just once, then stopped, the tip of his cock poised against her grasping cunt. Deliberately squeezing her internal muscles, she eased all the way down, and that was when he’d had enough. She squealed in delight as he flipped them both over and jerked her legs to rest against his shoulders. He pounded into her hard and fast, tipping her over that line between “almost there” and “way, way past it,” and she howled and wriggled against him as her orgasm stretched out into two, before he drove home, seemingly paralyzed for a second by his own release.