No Reservations - Megan Hart [3]
'If only it were as lurid as you make it out to be. I told you, the television is on so loud I can hear it and so can you. And Eve is not my woman. You are my woman. And right now, you're undoing my work on your pussy.'
'Your wife did that.' She wanted to cross her arms across her chest and glare at him but it was impossible to pretend she didn't want him to shove his cock into her even if she was pissed. The damned man was beyond irresistible.
He slid his cock along the seam of her pussy and she widened her thighs to get more contact. A grin, quicksilver, flashed across his face.
'She's not my wife. You would be my wife if you stopped freaking out every time I asked and just married me already.'
Gab! Not that while they were doing this. 'We've been ... oh that's very nice . . . seeing each other, going steady, whatever you want to call it for less than a year. You come with a lot of baggage including Pickles downstairs. We don't need to rush. Except you need to make me come or put your dick into me.'
He started laughing and rolled her over so that she was on top. 'That's better and I'll give you five dollars to stop calling her that.'
Taking matters into her own hands, she grabbed his cock, angled him and slid down the thick stalk of him until he was inside her fully. 'If you want the job done right, do it yourself. And anyway, she invites mockery, Charles. She just plays at being helpless to keep you hopping.'
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her cunt and then pulled out, slamming in again. 'Mmmm, juicy. Now can we speak of something, anything else? Like how you haven't come yet?'
'I'm always willing to talk about that.' She smirked down at him, the lines of his face lit by the moon reflected on the snow outside and the golden light of the fire in the fireplace across the room. 'You're too good looking.'
'Thank you. It's all for you. Now get to work up there. I think we should start off with a nice, hard orgasm for you and then we'll follow up with another in a few minutes.'
She arched, letting her head fall back as she rose and fell, repeatedly taking him into her cunt. His finger traced around her nipple and then down the curve of her left breast. Around her belly button and then at last he danced the veiy tip of it over her clit. They gasped in unison.
'I love the way your cunt grabs me when I do that,' he murmured. 'I love the way you look, above me, gleaming in the firelight, your pussy hugging my cock. Your tits swaying as you fuck me. You're so beautiful, Katherine. Beautiful and sexy and all mine.'
He looked up at her and meant every word he said. God damn, she was gorgeous. Mouthy, opinionated, independent and damned sexy. Her pussy was an inferno and he never wanted to leave it.
Her inner walls contracted around him as he drew slick circles around her clit. She was close, he could tell. Her nipples were dark, beaded against the cool air, her breath quick and shallow as she squirmed down on him over and over, grinding herself into his fingers as they played over her clit.
He hadn't been kidding when he'd brought up marriage. He wanted to be with Katherine Edwards forever. But he'd take living together. And he'd planned to bring it up over a few glasses of wine, some sex, a fire, all designed to get her resistance low.
Instead, his ex-wife had shown up saying she'd missed their daughters and what could he say? Toss her out of the vacation house they still shared? In the presence of their daughters? If it had been just them or the girls had been away at the time, he would have, but they'd seen her drive up and he'd been trapped. Kate had been really angry but had hid it well, behaving, as always, kindly in Eve's presence, but Eve played games and he planned to have yet another conversation with her about it.
There was a steadfastness of will Katherine possessed that Eve simply didn't have it within herself to understand. Just because Kate didn't tantrum or cry didn't mean