Page 47 of One Night Gamble
“Do you like that?”
He shifted his hips to rub the ridge of his erection against her center. “What do you think?”
She nipped his earlobe a little harder and then shifted back to put her hand between their bodies, rubbing his cock through his trousers. “I think you do.”
She scratched her nail over the tattoo. Now that he knew how she felt about it, he brought his hand to hers and held her hand to his pec for a moment. He wished he could tell her that the cards had been his life…but she was now.
He opened his mouth but before he could speak, she had her mouth on his. Her other hand was on his erection, rubbing him, and he shifted his legs, his mind no longer on talking, but on sex. He needed her naked.
He needed to be buried inside of her. Talking could wait for later.
She broke the kiss and got off his lap, reaching under her skirt to take off her panties. She held her skirt high at her waist and he saw the neatly trimmed hair at the notch of her thighs.
Observing her, his eyes narrowed to slits as he felt his cock getting even harder in his pants. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she saw him stroking himself through his pants, watching her.
She straightened and stood there, holding her skirt with one hand up around her waist, her breasts bare, her pussy so close he could smell her arousal. He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted her in that moment.
He shifted his legs wider and she smiled, arching one eyebrow at him. “Like what you see?”
“You know I do, woman. Get back over here so I can show you how much,” he said, holding out his free hand.
She shook her head and reached behind her to undo the fastening of her skirt, then it slid down her legs. She stood there, a few feet away from him—the woman of his dreams come to life. He’d never have thought he’d been searching for someone like Talia, but now that she was here, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been.
He got up and was at her side in two steps. He put his arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet as his mouth found hers. His tongue plunged deep inside, taking her mouth the way he wanted to take her pussy.
She sucked on his tongue and drew it deeper into her mouth. He took a step backward until he felt the chair at the back of his legs and then sat down. She straddled his lap again. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she leaned down and kissed his chest, avoiding his right side where the tattoo was, her tongue darting out and brushing his nipple.
She put her hands on his shoulders and eased her way down his chest. She traced each of the muscles that ribbed his abdomen and then slowly made her way lower. His cock was so hard, he could feel his heartbeat with each pulse through his shaft. He wanted to take control and get inside of her. But another part of him wanted to just sit back and let her have her way with him. When she reached the edge of his pants, she stopped and glanced up to his face.
Her hand went to his erection, brushing over his straining length. “Are you going to keep this on all night?”
“Fuck no,” he said, holding her so that he could tunnel his fingers in the back of her hair and bringing their chests together so that her nipples poked into his torso.
Blood roared in his ears. He was so hard, so full right now that he needed to take her, to claim her. To make it so she never left, could never think of saying goodbye.
Skimming his fingers down her body, he found her center. It was warm and wet and he parted her, tapping her clit lightly. Her hands on his shoulders tightened as she arched her back, her head falling to the side as he rubbed her sensitive flesh.
She bit her lower lip as she shifted her hips, moving until he was touching her in the perfect spot. He wanted more. Needed her to come for him. He slipped one finger lower and traced the opening of her body and then when she moaned, he pushed two fingers up into her.
“Casey!”
He worked his fingers in and out of her body, keeping the finger on her clit as she began to rock against him with more urgency. She put her hands on either side of his face and drew his mouth to her breast. She brushed her nipple over his mouth and he sucked on it, drawing it between his lips and teasing the tip with his tongue.
He caressed her, bringing both of his hands down her back until he could cup her ass in his hands. “I love your ass.”
“You do?” she asked, her voice breathy and needy as she continued to ride his fingers.
He thrust them deeper into her body and when he felt her body start to tighten around him, he bit her nipple which thrust her over the edge. She called his name as she came and he held her until she quieted. Then he stood up and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her in the center of the bed and took off his pants and then very carefully lowered his underwear.
Their eyes met and he realized she’d been watching him. She held her hand out to take his shaft in it, stroking him while he opened the nightstand and took out a condom. The anticipation in her eyes made him feel things that went beyond sex.
She rubbed her finger over the head of his cock and he pulled back because he was close to coming in her hand. He opened the condom and put it on before he came back to the bed. Putting his hands on her ankles, he drew her legs apart, resting one knee on the bed between her spread legs.
Then he lowered himself over her and rubbed her body with his, loving the feel of having her underneath him. She reached again for his cock and he caught her hand, lacing her fingers with his, and stretching their hands over her head. She smiled at him.
He pushed his hips between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt her hand on the right side of his chest and glanced down to see her tracing the tattoo this time. What did that mean?
But he couldn’t think right now. Instead, he drew his hips back and entered her, taking her as deeply as he could. Her hand fell to his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin as he drove himself into her. And she took it all. All of him.
