by the fact that where this woman was concerned he had no discipline. She’d undermined him again. Right now all he wanted to do was free his erection and take her.
He took her hips in his hands. Her butt was firm and smooth and he caressed the furrow between her cheeks.
She swiveled her hips against his touch, and he slipped his touch deeper until he caressed that slit between her legs. She was wet and hot with her desire. He stroked the edge of her femininity, circling the edge of her body with his finger. She said his name on a long sigh.
“Yes?”
“You make me so hot,” she said. “No other has ever taken over my body the way you do.”
“Good. Unbutton your blouse,” he said. “I want to see your breasts.”
He kept his hand between her legs as she slowly undid the buttons. The blouse fell open down her shoulders, over her arms.
Her bra matched the red panties at his feet. It was a demi-bra with cups that only covered the bottom half of her breasts. They looked delicate and tempting. The lace detail was black and a contrast to her creamy skin.
“Turn around again,” he said, his own voice husky and deep.
She did as he said and leaned on the desk, thrusting her butt back toward him. He leaned over her, his big body completely blanketing hers. He bent his legs so his erection rubbed at her core. Through the fabric of his pants he felt her heat.
The top of her blouse almost fell off of her body. And from his angle looking over her shoulder, he could only see the tops of her breasts, and the barest hint of the rosy flesh of her nipples. He reached up one hand and drew the lace down away from her nipple, completely exposing it.
He ran the tip of one fingertip around her aroused flesh. She trembled in his arms. He undid the front clasp of her bra and brushed the cups away. He took one of her nipples between his fingers and pinched her lightly. She shifted against him. Her hips thrust back against him and she shifted until her core rubbed over the ridge of his hardness.
She tried to turn in his arms, but he held her in place. “Dominic…”
“Yes?”
“I want to touch you.”
He wanted that, too. But he knew if he felt her fingers on his chest or on his erection, he would be inside her and this moment would end. And he wasn’t ready for that yet.
“No,” he said, growling deep in his throat. He leaned forward to nibble at the elegant length of her neck. He ran his tongue down the side of it until she shivered with pleasure. He reached between her legs to find her nether lips. Stroking her, he kept his touch light until she went up on her tiptoes and thrust her hips back into him.
Then he lightly traced her. She screamed his name as she tried to turn in his arms. But he held her still, his hands on her body.
He felt her heart beating frantically in her chest. Her hips moved urgently trying to find the pinnacle of her release. He drove her relentlessly toward it but stopped before she climaxed, holding her at the edge of sensation so that she would enjoy it more later.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes. Yes, I do, Dominic, but I need more.”
“More of this?” he asked, scraping his finger over her nipple.
She shook her head. He took his hand from her breast and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection.
“More of this?” he asked, leaning forward to speak directly into her ear as he pushed one finger into her body. She tightened on him and he felt the tiny contractions as she began to orgasm. He quickly pulled his finger back out and she moaned at the loss.
“Yes. That.”
He pulled her to him and lifted her slightly so that her buttocks were nestled against his abdomen. He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the desk next to hers, and let her feel his chest against her back. Blood roared in his ear. He was so hard, so full right now.
He caressed her creamy thighs. Dios, she was soft, something he hadn’t forgotten from the first time he’d had her. She moaned as he neared her
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