by Tina Folsom
“I wouldn’t dare,” he said with a sinful grin. “But I find that these clothes are in my way.”
He stood in front of her wearing only his boxer briefs, tuxedo shirt, and bow tie.
Holly licked her lips, while lower down, her womb clenched with inexplicable need. “I agree.” She ran a long look over his strong thighs and the heavy bulge that tented the fabric of his boxer briefs. “You look almost like a Chippendale dancer now, though—” She hesitated and took a step toward him. “—way classier. And hotter.”
She placed her hand over his erection, cupping him through the thin layer of cloth. Immediately, he snatched her wrist and pried her hand off him, then yanked her to him so her breasts were crushed against his chest.
“You sexy little vixen,” he ground out. “Let’s set one thing straight right now: There will be no more touching my cock until I’ve satisfied you. Do you understand me?”
His eyes blazed at her with unchecked lust. She hadn’t felt this desired in a long time. She couldn’t recall any man ever looking at her like this.
Holly felt her lips part on a moan as the implication of his words sank in. Paul would pleasure her before he took his own pleasure. She could neither nod nor speak to assure him of her acquiescence. All she was capable of was to rub her body against him to make him aware that he needed to start with whatever he had planned.
When she felt his hand slide down to her ass and press her even closer, the breath she’d held escaped her throat.
“That’s it. Just breathe.”
He released her, only to slide her handbag from her shoulder and toss it toward his mountain of clothes. She heard a clanking sound and looked in the direction it had come from. The tiny red purse made of the same material as her bridesmaid’s dress had opened, and her cell phone had slipped out and landed next to Paul’s.
“We’ve got the same phone covers,” Paul commented.
He was right: Both iPhones had plain black covers that protected them from damage.
Holly looked back at him. “Like attracts like.”
Paul shook his head. “Oh, we’re nothing alike, you and I.”
Her heart stopped. Did he suspect what she was—or rather, how she’d earned her living until now? Had somebody accidentally let it slip that she was an escort?
Paul’s hand reached around her and found the zipper of her dress. He tugged on it. “You, Holly, are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I, on the other hand, am no different than any of the other bachelors at the wedding. Except for the fact that I seem to be luckier than my friends. Because for some reason that I have yet to figure out, you chose me over all the others tonight.”
Relief flooded her just at the moment cool air touched her bare back. Paul lowered the zipper all the way, then brushed the dress’s straps over her shoulders and slowly pushed her bodice lower.
“And for that I’d like to thank you now,” he added and lowered his head to her shoulder, pressing a kiss on it, before pushing the bodice fully down, past her breasts, all the way to her waist.
Another shove and the garment fell to the floor and pooled around her feet.
Paul dipped his head lower, and his lips brushed over her exposed flesh. He groaned, and the sound bounced against her skin, lashing against her like a gentle caress. Instinctively, she thrust her breasts against his face, asking him to give her relief from the fire scorching her from the inside.
He captured both breasts in his hands, then lowered his mouth to one nipple, and licked it.
“Oh God, yes!” Holly cried out, her voice hoarse all of a sudden.
He let her nipple pop from his mouth and looked up at her. “Do me a favor, Holly. Call me Paul. I’d like to hear you scream my name when you come.”
“Male ego?” she murmured, unable to keep the smirk from her face.
“Call it what you will. I just want to make sure you know who’s responsible for your next orgasm.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and dipped his head back to her breasts, recapturing her nipple and sucking on it so that a bolt of energy charged through her, making her knees buckle. Paul caught her and lifted her up.
A moment later, Holly felt the soft fabric of the sheets beneath her and Paul’s body above her. He pushed her thighs apart and knelt in the space he’d made for himself, while his mouth still devoured one breast and his hand again kneaded the other. His movements weren’t rushed, as though he knew he had all the time in the world.
Every caress was different and his lips and hands left streaks of molten lava behind wherever they touched her. She’d never felt so alive and so aware of every single part of her body. It was as though Paul was awakening something in her, as though he’d found a key to unlock the door behind which her true self was hiding.
She shuddered at the thought of allowing him so close, yet at the same time she craved this intimacy. She wanted him to know her real self, not the mask she put on whenever she was with a client. She wanted him to see not the sophisticated escort, but the woman inside who longed for true love and family.
“Paul,” Holly whispered, and ran her hands through his hair, before sliding them to his nape.
She felt a shiver go through him at the contact. Then cold air blew against her breasts and his head dove lower. His hands pushed her thighs wider, and there was no mistaking what he was planning.
He freed her from her panties, baring her to him.
For a moment Paul sat up, undid his bowtie and rid himself of it, before taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. All the while, he watched her as though she were his prey and he the hunter who knew that she couldn’t escape anymore.
Not that she wanted to.
She looked down to where his boxer briefs still hid his erection, but he shook his head. “Not yet, my hot little vixen. As soon as my cock comes out, I’m going to get inside you. And right now, I have other plans.”
He pointedly looked at her sex and brushed his fingers over the blond curls guarding it. She jerked under his touch. “So responsive,” he praised, and lowered himself.
When he brought his face to her sex and inhaled, Holly suppressed the instinct to press her thighs together and push him back. She hadn’t had a man do this to her in a very long time. And she had no idea how she would react. Could she risk making herself so vulnerable?
She had no time to contemplate the question, because in the next instant, she felt Paul’s tongue swipe against her moist cleft and lick up the moisture that was already dripping from her quivering slit. The warmth of his tongue penetrated her, seeped into her cells, and the sensation traveled to her heart.
She moaned out loud, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure Paul gave her. A deeper moan echoed her own. Surprised, she looked down at him just as he looked up, his eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck, baby, you taste good!”
Paul locked eyes with Holly and saw the desire in hers. He loved seeing a woman like this: spread out before him, naked, vulnerable, yet eager to receive what he was about to give her.
Tearing his gaze from her sinful eyes, he dropped his attention back to the ultimate prize: her drenched pussy. He hadn’t even touched her, and already she was so wet he knew his rather large cock would effortlessly slide into her petite body with one thrust. Just the thought of it made pre-cum leak from the tip of his shaft.
It was better not to think of that particular pleasure right now, or this would be over before it had really started.
With his fingers, he parted her moist folds and brought his lips to them. Then he licked against them with his tongue, gathering up the dew that covered her female petals. Holly had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen: pink and fresh. And her taste was intoxicating. Sweet and tangy, it teased his senses, sending pleasurable waves through his entire body as her flavor spread.
He couldn’t suppress the moans that came up from his throat and escaped his lips, bouncing against her flesh. Nor did he want to. He wanted to let her know how much h
e enjoyed pleasuring her like this—as much as she seemed to enjoy it, if he interpreted her sighs and moans and the writhing of her body correctly.
He couldn’t get enough of her taste and the soft texture of her flesh, the velvety smooth surface of her skin. Nor could he get enough of her sounds of pleasure that became more pronounced now that he licked her with more pressure. He could feel her body heat up under his touch, her breathing turn irregular, and her pulse thunder.
Unable to resist any longer, he slipped one finger to her slit, while his tongue licked higher up, swiping over her clit. When her hips lifted to press herself closer to his mouth, he drove one finger into her. Her muscles gripped him tightly, and the moisture that greeted him engulfed him and nearly robbed him of his control. In a few minutes, Holly would sheath his cock in the same way she now enveloped his finger, and he couldn’t imagine a greater pleasure.
“Fuck me, Paul! Damn it, what are you waiting for?” Holly cried out.
For a brief moment he removed his mouth from her. “I’m waiting for you to come,” he ground out and withdrew his finger, only to plunge it back into her again, harder this time.
She bucked against him. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”
Paul suppressed a grin and dropped his mouth back onto her. The beautiful woman in his bed was losing control, and that was exactly how he liked it. He licked over her clit again, savoring the taste, and finger-fucked her in earnest now.
Holly’s body rocked in the same rhythm as he moved his finger, and her interior muscles gripped him on each withdrawal as if she didn’t ever want to let go of him again. It suited him fine. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to think of her gone. Not now. Not when he wanted so much from her.
With frantic strokes he licked her center of pleasure, the small bundle of nerves swelling more and more and standing almost erect now. He closed his lips around it, pressed them together, and pulled.
Holly let out an uncontrolled moan. “Oh, yes!”
For a fraction of a second he let go. “My name! Say my name!” he demanded gruffly, before he took her clit between his lips once more and pressed hard.
He felt the shudder that raced through her body and delivered another hard thrust with his finger, before he felt her spasms grip it.
“Oh, Paul! Paul! Yes!” she cried out, her voice breathless, her back arching off the mattress.
The sound of her voice as she almost chanted his name seeped into him like a soft mountain spring and spread to every cell of his body. God, he wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anybody else. Why, he didn’t know. He barely knew her, but having her in his arms did something to him. It made him feel more like a man than he’d ever felt before.
Paul lifted himself up and stripped off his boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor. Then he reached past her to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Luckily, he always kept condoms here, despite the fact that it was rare for him to bring a woman back to his parents’ house. Most of his affairs were conducted in his condo in Manhattan.
Paul grabbed a condom and tore the packaging open with his teeth.
“May I do that for you?” Holly suddenly asked.
He turned his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed and tiny rivulets of sweat had formed between her breasts. He felt the urge to lick them off her.
“Some other time, maybe.” Because if she touched his cock now, he was likely to explode before he got inside her. With almost shaking hands he slipped the condom over himself. “Now be a good girl and get onto your hands and knees.”
For some reason, he wanted to take her from behind where he could have ultimate control. For a moment he paused. Normally his one-night stands didn’t happen like this. In general, he didn’t demand that a woman submit to him the way he was now asking Holly to do. He was content with the missionary position, or if the woman wanted to be on top, he had no objections to that either. But tonight, he needed to be in control, and taking Holly from behind would grant him that control.
Paul caught Holly’s surprised look and wondered if he’d gone too far, when she finally turned her back and complied without protesting. His eyes instantly fell on her shapely ass. Then they traveled to where her long hair fell over her back and caressed her spine.
Hungry for her, he gripped her hips and centered himself behind her spread legs.
“Is that how you like to take me?” she murmured, the soft trickle of her tantalizing voice sending shockwaves through his body.
“Yes!” The voice he heard sounded more like that of an animal than a civilized man. He didn’t feel civilized at all at this moment. He felt raw and untamed.
Releasing one of Holly’s hips, Paul took his cock by the base and brought it to her wet pussy. He nudged forward half an inch, spreading her warm lips with his cockhead. Holly didn’t move, but he felt her suck in a breath.
“Yes, that’s how you’re gonna take me into your sweet pussy. One hard inch at a time.”
Slowly, he moved forward, submerging the round head of his cock in her tight channel. He knew he had to do this slowly. This would be the only time he would truly feel every square inch of her muscles gripping him, because once he was all the way inside her, his cock would take over and plow into her hard and fast, riding her as if the devil were chasing him. But before that happened, he—Paul, the man—wanted to feel her.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
She sighed. “So do you.”
“You haven’t even felt half of it yet,” he said, and drove deeper. “Now you’ve got half. You want more?”
“Don’t be a tease.” Holly suddenly pushed her hips back, taking him almost all the way into her.
A hitched breath escaped him, before he gripped her hips tighter and stopped her from moving. His chest heaved. Fuck, he was going to lose it even faster than he’d previously thought. The time for fun and games was over.
“If that’s how you wanna play it, then let me fuck you the way you deserve.”
Paul slammed his cock into her, ramming himself so deep and so hard into her wet pussy that his balls slapped against her ass and the sound echoed against the walls of his bedroom.
“Uhhh!” Holly cried out as the impact made her arms collapse and her torso fall forward onto the pillow.
Now her ass pointed up at him, even more an offering than before. He held onto her hips and withdrew, then drove back into her.
Holly moaned into the pillow.
“Let me hear you!” he demanded.
She lifted her head and her next sound of pleasure reached his ears loud and clear. He loved hearing Holly like this.
“Good girl!”
“Harder,” she ordered.
Under normal circumstances, he didn’t like it when a woman ordered him around in bed, but Holly’s command suited him fine.
“I’ll give it to you as hard as you can take it.”
It was the last thought his brain could form into a sentence. Then his cock took over, and all he could do was fuck her with a ferocity that would have frightened any woman—except the vixen in his bed. The harder he drove into her, the harder Holly pushed against him, the deeper she wanted him to go.
Never in his life had he taken a woman so hard, so fast, with such wildness. But with Holly it felt right, because she wanted it that way. She wanted him wild, and for once he didn’t have to hold back the passion that was inside him. For once he could unleash the lust that burned in him. Because a woman like Holly knew how to handle him, knew what he needed: an equally passionate woman to match him.
With every thrust, he knew he was coming ever closer to the inevitable. His balls burned with the knowledge that he only had a few seconds left—that in a moment he would lose control.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming!” Desperate to give her another orgasm, he reached around her waist and brought his hand to her sex, finding her clit almost immediately. “Come with me.”
Paul rolled the little bundle of flesh between thumb and forefinger, rubbing it r
apidly. When Holly’s breathing changed, he knew his caresses were getting her closer to a climax. But would it be soon enough? Or would he leave her behind when he came?
His hips worked feverishly, and his fingers did the same.
“I will fuck you until you come,” he promised and clenched his teeth, trying to ward off his imminent orgasm.
“Talk to me,” Holly said on a breathless moan.
Did she want him to talk dirty to her? Would that get her off? “You have the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen!”
Holly moaned. “Tell me what you do with your cock.”
Paul delivered another hard thrust. “I’m driving my big hard cock into your hot pussy. Until you can’t take any more. Am I big enough for you?” He sucked in a much-needed breath. “Yeah? You like my cock inside you, don’t you? Just like you liked sucking me.” And he bet there were a lot of other things she liked too.
Her body suddenly stiffened. He pinched her clit. Then a visible shudder raced through Holly’s body.
Relieved, Paul let go of his control and gave himself over to what his body wanted. Another thrust and he felt his semen shoot through the length of his cock and explode from the tip. And he kept coming with every spasm that went through Holly’s body and squeezed his cock.
Breathing heavily, he stilled before he collapsed onto her, at the last moment rolling to the side and taking her with him so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight.
He pressed Holly’s back against his chest, not ready to leave her body yet. It felt too good to be inside her.
“Wow,” she murmured.
Paul swept her hair to the side and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Yeah, that was something else.” For a moment he simply lay there, not saying a word, not moving.
Then Holly tried to wiggle away.
“What are you doing?” he asked, lifting his head.
“Well, getting up to leave.”
His forehead furrowed. “Leave?” She turned to look at him, and he shook his head. “You’re not leaving, Holly.” He draped his arm around her, sliding his hand to her sex and cupping it. “I’m nowhere near done with you. Spend the night with me.”