Page 27 of Without a Hitch
Truthfully, I’m not sure how to process these uncontrollable feelings, so I don’t. Instead, I focus on how good she feels under my outstretched palm. And how her body molds into mine as I press her against the wall. And I most definitely pay attention to how she moans when my thumbs caress her nipples.
Tonight is about carnal desires and nothing more. End of story.
I take Pepper’s hands in one of mine and hold them above her head. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, and knowing she wants this as badly as I do has my cock begging for release.
“Let’s see how well you listen, shall we? Keep your hands here and don’t move them, or I’ll stop.”
“Not even if I want to do this?” The little minx wiggles her wrist free to fist my hard-on through my trousers.
“Not until I say so,” I growl. It’s authoritative. It’s a command, a demand, and everything in between, but she just grins and squeezes harder.
Fuck me. My little Pepper is more than a spitfire. She’s a seductress. A siren. A goddess that could bring me to my knees. She unzips me and slips a hand inside to rub her thumb around my crown.
“You don’t listen very well,” I groan through clenched teeth.
“I never have. You don’t seriously expect me to start now, do you?” she asks as she slowly lowers herself to her knees. The image of her like this will be my fantasy for years to come.
“I told you to keep your hands above your head.” Either I’m losing control, or she’s taking it. I’m not even sure I care.
She undoes my trousers and drops them to the floor with quick but graceful movements. If the lack of undergarments shocks her, she doesn’t show it. My painfully hard dick dances before her, and she licks her lips.
“Yes, sir.” She looks up at me through long lashes, and two things happen at once. She crosses her wrists, lifting them to my chest, and her lips close over my raging erection. Pure. Fucking. Ecstasy.
I’m so hard that the throbbing vein on my shaft's underside aches.
Then she licks it better.
Holy Christ.
My fingers close around her delicate wrists. I push them back against the wall, bowing her body toward me. It’s a delicious sight. Her nipples pebble behind the thin silk of her dress, and I long to have them between my teeth.
Then, she swallows around me, humming a most beautiful tune, and I see stars. I pride myself on my stamina, but my little Pepper has me ready to blow my load in less than five minutes. And that will just not do.
“Stand,” I command while lifting her by her wrists. I’m not rough, but I’m certainly not gentle. It scares me that she can unarm me so completely, but my need for her outweighs any concerns trying to form in my head.
She releases me with an audible pop, then licks her lips like she knows it makes me want her even more. When I have her on her feet, I crash my face to hers, licking her lips and grasping the back of her neck to hold her to me. I need this woman with me. Tonight. I need her tonight.
“You’re a bad, bad girl, Pepper.”
I lower my lips to her jaw and make my way down her slender neck, pausing only briefly to nip the pulse point, beating an unsteady rhythm.
“Yes,” she breathes, still attempting to free her wrists from my grasp, but I hold tighter. She tried to undo me. Now it’s my turn.
“Hold still,” I warn as I run my fingers beneath the strap of her dress. I follow it all the way down to the swell of her breast and back up. Her chest heaves under my touch, and my hips try to thrust forward, try to make contact with this beautiful devil before me, but I refrain.
When she whimpers, I move my hands to her ass and slowly skim up her perfect body that smells like lilacs and rain until I find the closure of her dress.
It takes all my restraint to go slow as I lower the zipper and watch with hooded eyes when her dress gaps in the front. I lower one of her arms, then the other, and finally the dress. When she stands before me in a sheer strapless bra,come fuck meheels, and nothing else, my chest rumbles with a growling sound of appreciation that’s never escaped my body before.
“See something you like?” she asks saucily, shimmying her shoulders so her tits rub against my dress shirt.
I don’t answer her, but I take half a step back and stare at her with unadulterated lust. I take my time in my perusal too. I watch how her stomach tightens as my gaze lingers on her tits. Most men wouldn’t notice how her thighs clench with need. And good God, I can smell her arousal. Spicy and floral and so perfectlyherthat my mouth waters in anticipation. Actually, fucking waters like a dog in heat.
“Are you uncomfortable, Pepper?”
“Not at all,” she fires back, but her legs rub together, causing the friction I know she needs. “You can ogle as long as you like, but I’ll warn you. I feel even better than I look.”
Fucking. Sassy. Mouth. Is she always like this? Or just with me? Why do I want it to be just me more than anything I’ve wanted in a very long time? I’ve never been this out of control before. Not even with…
