A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [129]
They’d never ventured into semi-kinky play because straight sex had been so wonderful and he’d thought Pris wouldn’t go for dressing up in black garter belts and peekaboo bras. Now he wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t, and he wished they had the time to find out.
But for the moment, she’d climbed into the back of the limo, and he was way behind the program. Shucking his jacket, he decided if she could strip out here, so could he. Soon he was down to his briefs, which were stretched tight by a major erection. Throwing his clothes on a seat, he got in and closed the door.
“Want one of these?”
He squinted in the darkness and realized she was holding a condom. “You read my mind.”
She laughed. “No, I read your body language. Now hurry up. I want you so much I can’t see straight.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ONCE THE DOOR WAS CLOSED, Pris couldn’t see very well, but that didn’t matter. The next few minutes would be about her other senses—hearing the waves outside, the rhythm of Josh’s breathing, the snap of latex as he put on the condom.
She breathed in the remembered scent of him. That alone would have been enough to arouse her. Then he found her in the darkness, his hands caressing her face, her breasts, her inner thighs as only he knew how.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, his mouth moving over her throat and down the slope of one breast.
“I’ve missed you.” She stroked the muscled expanse of his back and wondered how she’d survived without being able to do that. Then his tongue swept over her nipple and his hand slid between her thighs, and the pleasure was almost beyond enduring.
When he discovered how ready she was, he groaned. “Pris, forgive me.” He braced himself above her, poised between her thighs. “I wanted to take more time, but—”
She clutched his hips and guided him closer. “I need it, too.”
He probed her heat with an ease created by many nights of loving her. “I thought…I would never…ah, Pris. Sweet Pris.” He dragged in a breath and thrust home.
Heaven. She wrapped her legs around his, holding him tightly inside her to savor the moment. There was no feeling like this, and no other man had ever completed her. Only Josh.
His breath fanned her ear. “I love being inside you.”
“I love having you there.”
“Maybe, if I stay very still, we can hold each other like this for a while before anything happens.” He nipped her earlobe. “Do you think it will work?”
“No.” The tension coiled within her. “Something’s already happening.”
“I should have known.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You always were on the brink from the minute I kissed you. What if I do this?” He rotated his hips.
She gasped. “Keep doing it and you’ll find out.”
“I believe I will.” The movement was subtle but devastating. His chest brushed lightly against her taut nipples and his lips grazed hers. “How’s that?”
She moaned and arched against him. “You’ve developed some…new tricks.”
“You inspire me.”
“And you…you drive me crazy.” The smooth satin shifted beneath her, caressing her bare skin. She began to pant as her climax hovered near.
“Good. Go crazy, Pris.” He rocked forward, launching her into the most explosive orgasm of her life.
Months of pent-up frustration and longing erupted in waves of unbelievable pleasure. She called out his name and clung to him as her anchor in the tempest.
And then he was moving again, stroking quickly, gulping for air until at last he shuddered in the grip of his own climax. Long moments later, he nuzzled her throat. “Better now,” he murmured.
“Mmm.” She hugged him tight. “I’m sure better now.”
“No.” He sighed. “I meant this was even better than I remembered.”
She had to agree. And that meant she had one heck of a problem.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AT FIRST JOSH had been grateful simply to have access to Pris’s luscious body, but after taking the edge off his hunger for her, he wished he could feast his eyes on her,