Surprise Bidder

She swallows. “Should I be?”

The challenge in her eyes sends fire roaring in my veins. Enough talking.

I cradle her jaw and crush her lips with mine. She lets out a muffled whimper. I playfully tug at her upper lip as I pull away, and when I kiss her again, she kisses me back, tentatively at first. Then her fingers clutch my vest as her mouth comes to life.

My cock stirs.

My tongue dips between parted lips. It brushes against hers and she shivers. My hand moves to the back of her neck, fingers becoming entangled with her braid. Her tongue moves against mine, rubbing, dancing. I taste something delicately sweet. Cucumber? I don’t know or care.

I push my tongue in further. The moan that escapes her throat goes straight to my crotch. The friction fuels the flames beneath my skin.

I grip her hips, turn her around and kiss her ear as I grind against her. The tent in my pants presses against the small of her back. She gasps. I tug at her earlobe with my teeth and trace it with the tip of my tongue as I run my hands up and down her thighs, below and beneath her dress. Her skin feels firm and silky.

I plant my mouth on her neck next. Her head rests against my shoulder, her back against my chest in surrender. I breathe in the scent of her soap and unleash firm kisses on the expanse of soft flesh as my fingers work furiously on the fastenings of her dress. One by one, the intricate knots come free. Her pulse quickens beneath my lips.

Adrenaline sprints through my veins, urging me to hurry. Finally, the last knot slips out of its loop. I turn my blonde siren around once more so I can peel off the front of her dress. I push her back against the counter and capture her lips once more as I cup her breasts through their pads. My thumbs find her nipples and she begins to tremble. Her fingers grip my arms almost painfully.

I slide my palms down her sides until they reach the garter of her panties. I slip my hand beneath the cotton and find her hot, wet. I push a finger in and she pulls her mouth away from mine to let out a loud gasp. Lust swims in her eyes. Fire coats her cheeks.

I slip another finger in and reach deeply. Her knees quiver and she falls forward. She lets out a cry against my shoulder. Her nails dig into the wool of my sleeves.

“Oh, God.”

Her words spur my fingers in and out. My jaw clenches at the tightness closing around them. The sensation makes my cock impatient in its cotton prison. It swells even more.

I continue moving my fingers, speeding up as they grow wetter. Then I pull them away. I push her panties down to her thighs and let gravity do the rest of the work. I hoist her up beside the sink, leaving her underwear hanging around one of her ankles.

She leans back on her arms. Hazy blue eyes stare up at me, waiting, wanting.

I let out a groan as I tackle my belt buckle, then the lone button keeping my pants in place, then the zipper. Fuck, is this as fast as I can go?

Finally, I get my aching cock out. I place my hands on the backs of her knees, pull her hips forward and lift her legs. She draws in a deep breath as my erection brushes against her sex.

“Wait,” she says softly as her hand clutches my vest.

For a moment, her eyes clear. Fear ripples in them.

I frown. Don’t tell me she’s changed her mind.

Well, I won’t let her.

I slip my tongue inside her mouth and let one of her legs down so I can rub the leaking tip of my cock against her wet folds. I let it graze the nub just above the opening. She shivers and lets out a cry into my mouth. Her hand climbs up to my shoulder.

When I pull away, she gasps for air. A shiny streak of saliva trickles from the corner of her mouth. I can still see a shadow of fear in her eyes, but I also see a glimmer of excitement, desire.

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask under my breath.

It’s not really a question but an ultimatum- now or never.

“No,” she answers. “I’m ready.”

Good. Because I can’t wait any longer.

I lift both her legs once more and push the tip of my cock inside her. She gasps as both her hands grip my shoulders. I give another groan at the tight entrance but keep pushing in. Her velvety skin clings to me, the scorching hot passage threatening to suck me in and swallow me whole.

Fuck. I’ve noticed she has a strong grip, but what is this? Is she always this tight? If she keeps clenching around me like this, I won’t last another minute.