He took her taut nipple between his lips and sucked her deep. Fisting her hand in his hair, Petra arched her back.
God, her man had a talented tongue.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, Will stood up. Brushing his warm hands down her body and to her arse, he lifted. Petra wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard cock nestled between her thighs. She asked, “So if not the fantasy, then what?”
Will walked toward a raised table in the center of the room. Knocking the file folders on the floor, he sat her down. “I have yet to take you on this table.”
Smiling, Petra wiggled against Will’s hardness. He sucked in a breath and she did it again as she purred, “It’s a good thing we always lock the doors now because I’m not about to let you go until you give me an orgasm.”
Will cupped her face and gave a rough kiss. “I think you need more than one. After all, I need to reward you for your discovery.”
She opened her lips to reply, when Will ran his hand down her thighs and put pressure on them until she released her grip. Once he was free, he sunk down.
She half-expected him to lick between her legs, but he kissed down her leg until he reached the large, gnarled scar on the front of her shin; a stark reminder of the break that had left her with a limp.
Pressing his lips to the scar, he lingered for a few seconds before raising his head. He whispered, “You are beautiful just the way you are.”
Emotion choked her throat. “Will.”
“I’m just being honest.” Running his hands slowly up her thighs, he was soon eye level with her core.
One second passed and then another. All Will did was stare, which sent a rush of wetness between her legs.
Impatient, Petra was about to lower her hand to her clit when Will moved forward and licked her slit. Moving her hands behind her, Petra arched to the ministrations of his tongue. Each lap caused her skin to tighten and warm.
With a flick against her bundle of nerves, Petra moaned.
Sucking her tight bud hard, Petra closed her eyes. The pressure was building. Just a few more licks...
Will pulled away.
Snapping her eyes open, Petra met his gaze. “I was close, Will.”
He took his erection into his hand and stroked slowly up and down. Petra’s gaze zeroed in on the action. She couldn’t help but notice the tip glistening.
Will’s husky voice filled the room. “I want your first orgasm on that table to come because of my cock.”
Licking her lips, Petra met his eyes again. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Will rushed forward, encircled her wrists and held her hands behind her back with one hand. With the other, he slapped his dick against her swollen flesh. “I know you like both gentle and rough. But right now, I want to take you hard.”
Petra placed her feet on the table. With her knees up, she widened her legs. “Then take me, Will.”
Will lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. “I love you, Petra Brandt, for so many reasons.” He kissed the other side. “But I think I love you most for accepting me, faults and all.”
Before she could do more than open her mouth, Will thrust into her core and she cried out in pleasure.
Will took her lips in a rough kiss and swiped his tongue between hers. With her arms trapped behind her, she was at the mercy of Will’s kiss, his light caress of her breast, and his cock between her thighs.
Yet he didn’t move his hips, so Petra wiggled hers. Growling in her mouth, Will pulled out and pounded back in. He repeated the action, each thrust increasing his pace.
He broke the kiss to command, “Keep your hands behind your back,” before releasing them and taking a better grip on her waist.
Never breaking eye contact, Petra’s breasts bounced in time with Will’s hips. The love, heat, and intelligence in his eyes caused warmth to flood her body and touch her heart.
If she had any say in the matter, Petra was going to keep him for the rest of her life. How she’d nearly given him up, she couldn’t understand.
Will growled. “I love your brain, but stop thinking right now.”