She cut off his protest with a hard kiss. His lips parted beneath hers, and she slid her tongue inside to explore while skimming her hands down over his tight abs until she reached his belt buckle.
“If my hands were free, I could help you with that,” he said against her mouth.
“I got it,” she assured him while dragging his zipper down.
She urged him to lift his hips so she could tug his pants down. His briefs followed, and then she wrapped her hand around his full-blown erection. His breath hitched a second before his primal, guttural groan filled her mouth.
Sensual details imprinted on her senses as his tongue continued its tango with hers.
Velvet over steel. Hot. Pulsing.
She gave a soft stroke up and down his rigid length, exploring, testing. He pulled unsuccessfully against his shirt again, and she felt a little thrill at having control as to where this was going. Last time he’d given her pleasure first. Now it was his turn.
Softening her kiss with a final suck on his bottom lip, she then skimmed her lips down his throat and chest. She had never done this before, so she copied what he’d done the night in the stables. If it felt good for her, it stood to reason it went both ways, right?
Another low groan confirmed he liked the tip of her tongue teasing his nipples, but she didn’t stay there long. When she reached her end goal by kneeling between his legs and took him in her mouth, he shifted, sliding his hips farther forward on the chair. His breath was a rough rasp in and out as she circled his tip with her tongue, learning the shape, his taste, and exactly where to press to elicit another growl from deep in his chest.
She gripped his base with one hand and leaned to take him in farther, sliding her lips down the length of him until his tip nudged the back of her throat. Amazed she wasn’t gagging at that point, she pulled back and did it again, only this time she sucked on the way back up.
“Holy fucking shit, Rox,” he rasped.
Safe to assume he liked that.
She smiled slightly before repeating the movement. He shifted beneath her, his body moving in frenetic little jerks in the chair as he struggled against the shirt binding his wrists.
Next thing she knew, his fingers speared into her hair. For a brief second, his hands clenched as he pushed her head down. In the next moment, he reversed direction and pulled her up until he popped out of her mouth.
He leaned forward in the chair, his mouth crashing down on hers. As he nipped and licked and explored with deep, hungry strokes, he urged her to her feet with him. She tried to get lost in the passion, but a niggling little worry took root in her mind.
“Was that not good?” she asked between kisses.
“It was fucking awesome.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “Because I can’t have one orgasm after another like you can, and I want to be inside you when I come.”
“Oh.” Her worry subsided.
“You can finish that some other night. Promise.”
Some other night.
Her heart leapt in her chest at the weight of those three little words.
He kept the kisses coming, his mouth urgent on hers while his hands sought the zipper of her slim skirt. When it slid down to pool around her feet, his hands palmed her ass, and he made another one of those sexy, deep throated sounds against her lips.
She was down to her thong and her boots. He’d managed to divest himself of his shirt and vest earlier, and now toed off his shoes and socks before kicking aside his pants and briefs. He held her against him, skin to skin as he kissed her neck and backed her around the chair to the oversized chaise lounge against the wall.
“Gimmie one sec,” he murmured before leaving her.
She took the first second to admire his gorgeous, naked body as he swiped up his pants to dig in the pocket. Realizing he was getting a condom, she sat down to start untying her boot laces.
“Leave them.”
She glanced up in surprise, and then he was in front of her, dropping to his knees. Expecting him to undo her laces himself, she was surprised when he reached for her thong instead. As he wrestled her panties over her clunky boots, she understood he’d literally meant to leave them on, not for her to leave them for him to take off.
Once her thong was gone, his mouth was back on hers, his hands gripping her shoulders to ease her onto her back. He followed her down, his weight settling between her thighs.