Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [46]
He did, finally covering her nipple and sucking hard. The sensation ignited an invisible power cord inside Annie and she gasped at the power of it. The deliciously ruthless suckling on her breast sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body, to land right at the pulsing spot between her legs.
Crying out, she jerked against him, making a liar of herself. Because there was not one ounce of mercy in the wild gyrations of her hips, in the taunting way she rode him. She took mindless pleasure from his rigid cock in the only way she could get it, given their state of dress.
“Annie,” he groaned.
She wound her hands in his hair, tugging him up so she could see those incredible eyes. “Take me, Sean. Now.” Catching his mouth with hers, she thrust her tongue between his lips and set the hard, pulsing rhythm she wanted him to take up inside her.
“You drive me crazy,” he muttered, all resistance disappearing as he thrust against her. He reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it. “Insane.” The trousers went down to his hips. “Wild.” His dark, form-fitting briefs followed. “Mad.”
Annie bit her lip when she saw the big, hard ridge of heat that was about to fill her. She’d had well-built lovers, but none had ever instilled such immediate, greedy lust, so that all other thought, all inhibition completely disappeared.
Shaking in anticipation, she couldn’t keep her hands steady enough to push her own unfastened pants down. Sean quickly did it for her, tugging them—and her tiny panties—off as she lifted her hips from the surface of the desk.
Annie toed her shoes off and kicked her clothes to the floor, then realized Sean was staring down at her, a predatory smile on his sensual mouth.
“I intend to thoroughly explore that beautiful spot,” he said, not taking his eyes off her glistening sex, parted and waiting for him. “Later.”
The promise was enough to make her rethink her demands that he take her now. Because a thorough exploration of her most sensitive parts from that incredible mouth, that amazing tongue, suddenly sounded like pure heaven.
Then she caught sight of the erection he was covering with a condom he’d produced from his pants pocket. And she licked her lips, knowing what she most wanted right now.
To be completely filled by him.
She wrapped her bare legs around his lean hips, loving the sensation of his rougher skin, the wiry hair of his legs against her smooth inner thighs. Then she tugged him back where she wanted him.
This time, though, he was the one who showed no mercy. Because instead of plunging into her, he slid his erection against the outside lips of her sex. Riding up and down, he drenched himself with her body’s moisture, passing that ridge of heat over her clit until she could hardly breathe.
“Sean!” She arched up, demanding penetration.
He didn’t tease her any longer, and she wondered how much effort it had cost him to drag out those intense moments of anticipation.
“I know,” he muttered.
Then he thrust hard, burying himself inside her. Annie jerked, so deeply penetrated she instinctively slid back on the desk.
“Yes,” she cried, falling completely back to lie flat, lacking the strength to even hold herself up. Every bit of energy she had was focused deep inside her, where this incredible man was imprinting himself with hard, slow thrusts.
But even that didn’t seem to be enough for him. Without warning, he grabbed her legs, lifting them. Still too caught up in the incredible sensations, she barely realized what he was doing until he’d pressed a kiss on the inside of her calf. Then he slid it up over his shoulder, quickly following with the other.
“Sean…oh,” she whimpered, feeling the extra depth of penetration the position provided. The man was hitting places in her body she didn’t know existed.
And she absolutely loved it.
“Are you all right?” he asked, pausing to make sure she was still with him.
She was. Barely. Most of her had floated away to pleasure island to savor the delicious assault on every one of her nerve endings.