Hot Target

Luke tugged her shirt over her head, tossed it aside. She wore a sexy sheer white bra that outlined pink, pebbled nipples. He all but groaned at the sight as he lowered his head and covered one stiff peak with his mouth. She leaned back, one palm on the counter behind her, holding her weight upright, the other in his hair. She was panting, the scent of her arousal ripping through his senses. He reached up and shoved down the lace covering her breast, suckled the nipple gently, then nipped with his teeth. She cried out his name.

“Take this off,” he said, fingering her bra and then leaning back to rip his shirt over his head.

A second later, he ran his arms up her back and pressed her naked breasts against his chest, kissing her neck, her lips, her neck again. She was so sweet, he wanted all of her now, yet he wanted this to last. It was a conflicted, hot, wild feeling.

His hand slid between her legs, the wet heat radiating through her shorts. Hunger rolled through him. He tossed her shorts and then found her waistband. He didn’t have to tell her what to do, either. She was as ready as he was. Katie lifted her hips as he pulled at the material, panties and all.

Luke spread Katie wide again, but he didn’t give in to the need to fill her. Instead, he looked at her. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hands up slender, sleekly muscled thighs, until his thumbs stroked the glistening liquid of her arousal.

“Luke,” she gasped. “Stop teasing me.”

He slipped a finger inside her, then two, exploring her body, her pleasure. Leaning forward and suckling one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned, her arm wrapping around his shoulder, her hips rocking against the motion of his fingers.

He used his free hand to squeeze her other breast. He wasn’t gentle, either—it was clear she didn’t want gentle by the desperateness of her rocking against his hand. She wanted fast and hard. He wanted whatever pleased her—he wanted her to come, to milk his fingers the way she was going to milk his cock. And she did just that and more—oh, yeah, she did. Rocking into the caresses of his hand and fingers, moaning into his mouth. She clung to his shoulders until she shattered around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured near her ear, nipping her delicate lobe and kissing her neck. Leading her to completion, before he finally could wait no more. He unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection and shoving his pants and underwear to his ankles, somehow managing to snag a condom from his wallet without much delay, but he didn’t put it on. Not yet. Soon.

He gripped the width of his cock, brought it to the damp heat of her core, to the temptation to slide right in and forget the condom. Knew he had to sheathe himself now, before he didn’t do it at all. It would be so easy to slide inside her, to feel that warm, wonderful heat. He brought the plastic wrapper to his mouth to tear it open.

Katie grabbed it. “Let me.” She brought the package to her teeth, ripped it open as he had planned to, her eyes holding his as she did, a seductive message in their depths. His cock thickened with the intended imagery, the idea of her mouth on his body.

Thankfully, within seconds she was touching him, fingers exploring his erection, before rolling the condom down his length. As soon as it was in place, he brought the head of his cock to her glistening feminine lips. Teased them both as he caressed her there, then barely dipped his head inside her. His breath lodged in his chest at the feel of her, and all resolve to go slowly slipped away.

He thrust into her and she clung to him, tightening her arms around his neck. It quickly became clear that the counter was not going to allow him to get deep enough; he wanted deep, he wanted more, all of her. And she knew it, too. She all but climbed on top of him just as he palmed her lush backside and picked her up, pushing her against his cock. He used his legs and his hips to thrust as hard as he could. Now her full breasts were pressed to his chest, her face buried in his neck. Still, he wanted more, needed more. He not only had to have this woman, he felt her, in a way he’d never felt another woman, on a level that went beyond the physical. And by the time her orgasm shuddered around him, stealing his breath and his release in the same second, he knew he hadn’t had his fill of Katie. Not anywhere near it.