Stroke of Luck

His groin tightened. He couldn’t wait to pull off her clothes and see her completely naked. Then to explore every part of her. His cock swelled at the thought of sliding inside her.

His urgent need for her pulsed through his body. And knowing she was his wife made the anticipation more intense. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and his cock pulsed with need. He slid his arm around her and drew her soft body close to his.

Fuck,

he could take her right here in the elevator.

She gazed up at him and smiled. He couldn’t help himself. He cupped her cheek with one hand and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue inside. He pulled her against him as he stroked her tongue, then suckled it into his mouth.

Her arms slid around his neck. The bouquet still clutched in her fingers brushed the back of his head. He arched, pressing the bulge of his straining erection into her belly. It was heaven having her in his arms like this.

Austin chuckled. “I’d tell you two to get a room, but we already have one.”

A ding signaled that the elevator had arrived, then the doors slid open. Austin was out first, and Quinn grabbed April’s hand again and hastened her down the hall. He needed to get her behind closed doors.

Austin slid the key card into the slot, and as soon as the green light flashed, Quinn dragged her frantically into the suite. Once Austin was inside, Quinn grabbed the bouquet from April’s hand and tossed it to his friend, then surged forward, trapping her between his body and the heavy wooden door.

He felt like a wild man, desperate to be inside her. Now.

He kissed her deeply, then arched his hips, pressing his hard cock against her. She whimpered.

“This dress is in the fucking way.” He reached around and unzipped it, then slid it down until it fell to the floor.

His gaze fell to her naked pussy, and his cock lurched. He reached around behind her and unhooked her bra, then stripped it away.

Oh, God, her breasts were full and round, with beautiful dusky rose nipples blossoming to tight buds as he watched. He cupped her soft mounds, heat jolting through him at the exquisite feel of them. His thumbs glided over her hard nubs, teasing them lightly.

Austin stood a few feet away, leaning against the wall, watching them. He was clearly mesmerized by the sight of April’s glorious breasts, too.

Quinn found her mouth again, pulling her tightly to his body, loving the feel of her bead-hard nipples pressing into his chest. He loved how soft and surrendering she was in his arms. Against his mouth.

He eased back and stared at her breasts as he pulled off his tie, then stripped away his jacket and shirt and tossed them aside. He stroked her breasts again, then leaned down and licked one delicious tip. The feel of it against his tongue drove his need up several notches.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.”

He pulled her against him again, his mouth merging with hers, and almost died when he felt her nakedness against his skin. His cock pulsed with need, and he was desperate to be inside her. His cock ached so badly he could barely think straight.

He slid his hand down her belly, then between her legs. She murmured against his lips. He stroked her soft folds, delighting at the warm slickness he found there. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, aching cock. When he glided his tip over her wetness, he groaned.

Fuck, he could barely hold back.

She clung to his shoulders and whimpered softly.

Without thinking, he drove into her. Oh … God …

His head started to spin at the incredible feeling of being inside her tight, hot body.

Then his chest constricted. What the hell had he been thinking?

But when he gazed down at her, he saw the same desperate longing in her eyes, not anxiety at his clumsy penetration.

His need overrode all else. He pulled back and drove in again. Her softness surrounding his aching cock drove him wild. He thrust into her again and again, spiraling toward heaven with each one. His body was ablaze, the heat in his groin coiling tighter and tighter until it burned through him.

Then it released, to his guttural groan. Her moans of pleasure echoed in his ears as fireworks exploded in his head, the lights glittering behind his eyelids as he crushed her against the door, her softness a sweet comfort he’d never realized he’d needed so badly. Not just the sweetness of her warm passage around his cock or her soft breasts snug against his body, but more. The sweetness of who she was. Of how she made him feel.

She slumped, and her breathing was labored. He eased back, realizing that with his weight on her she probably couldn’t catch her breath.

Her cheeks were flushed and her hair disheveled. The long, cascading waves fell around her breasts in a golden shimmering mass.