She wasn’t sure what to say or do because the signals he’d been giving out said ‘yes, please’.
Staring out of the window, she tried to pull herself together because it hurt that he didn’t want her touch. It hurt more because it took a lot for her to reach out and touch him the way that she did.
“Sylvia,” he sighed.
The noise from the truck faded when he cut the engine outside of his apartment building.
She whipped her head around to look at him when it dawned on her where they were.
“We’re at your place? I thought—I mean—”
“I know what you thought. Every touch from you has me rock hard, and there’s no way I could have kept my head if you’d gotten into my jeans. You understand what I’m saying, Sylvia? I want you too fucking much right now.”
It was official. Her panties had melted.
He aroused her with just one look in her direction, but his touch made her feel scorched. That combined with him being charming through dinner was a delicious combination.
He quickly climbed out of his truck and walked around to open her door. Within seconds, she stood on her feet with an aroused Eric in front of her.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be able to control the urge to strip you naked, and fuck you against my truck where anyone can see us.”
Sylvia gasped in surprise, but it turned into a moan when he rubbed his impressive erection against her stomach.
“Sylvia,” he groaned as his mouth descended.
Her brain switched off and all her thoughts were centered on the man making love to her mouth with his. He kissed her with a passion she hadn’t known before, and, with his tongue pushing for access into her mouth, she threw caution to the wind and went for what she craved liked others craved drugs.
Opening her mouth, he slipped into it and, as their tongues danced, she tried to get closer, but let out a growl of frustration when she couldn’t get close enough. She wanted to be able to feel every inch of him. She wanted to dip down the back of his jeans and squeeze his firm ass. That had always been an asset of having him walk away from her—to watch the movement of his firm backside.
The kiss was going beyond anything she’d experienced before, and she needed more. She needed to feel his hardness to check that he was as aroused as she was. Her panties were wet with need, and as she slipped her hand between them, her fingers found the rigid outline of him behind his zipper.
He pushed against her fingers, which was all the encouragement she needed to continue. Pressing the palm of her hand against his erection, she rubbed his balls with her fingers, and wished he were naked to her touch. He groaned into her mouth, as one hand cupped the back of her head to hold her in place while the assault on her mouth changed from longing to carnal.
The harder she pressed her palm against him, the more he swelled beneath.
It was obvious where the assault on their senses was leading and she relished that. The whole dinner had been a prelude to sex at his apartment. She’d even worn her sexiest panties and bra for the occasion.
“We need,” he breathed as his lips caressed her jaw, “to move this to my apartment.”
She couldn’t agree more. “Yes,” she mumbled in reply, unable to form any other words with the sensations that ran through her blood.
Eric chuckled. “Let’s go.” He stepped away and quickly rearranged the bulge in his jeans before he grabbed her hand and hauled her into the building, and elevator.
In his apartment, he tugged her dress off over her head, and made quick work of his zipper. His cock shot free as Sylvia gasped at the sight. He was long and thick, not far off from reaching his navel.
The sight of Eric’s aroused flesh, and his hand that wrapped around to gently stroke the hard shaft caused Sylvia to quiver with desire.
“I need you inside me,” she admitted, chewing on her bottom lip seconds before she shoved her panties down her legs and unclasped her bra, letting it drop to the floor.
Eric growled, and pounced. He hauled her up into his arms and, pinning her to the door, impaled her on his cock.
She moaned and threw her head back as Eric used his strength to slide her up and down on him. Her sex quivered and gripped his flesh so tightly that her climax raced to the finishing line.
“Fuck,” Eric hissed between his clenched teeth. “I can’t hold back…fuck, Sylvia…you feel too good.”
The friction against her nipples as they rubbed against his chest was a livewire straight to her sex. He held her down on his cock and cupped a breast in his large palm. He bent and sucked her distended nipple into his mouth while she rocked on him.
Sylvia held his head to her breast and ground down on him, her breath caught in the back of her throat as she started to flood his cock with her release. She rippled around him, the pleasure took her under and time had no meaning as she felt him enlarge before he roared through his own pleasure.
Her channel continued to ripple around him in small tugs of after tremors. Between her legs, she felt soaked as their joint release trickled out of her, and she’d never felt so limp after sex. Although there was nothing limp about Eric.
He made her feel sexy and hot, everything that a woman wanted to feel when she was with a man. She felt like she could take on the world with Eric, well, once she’d caught her breath.
“I can’t fucking move.” Eric laughed. “Unless you count sliding to the floor.” To prove his point, he held her in his embrace as he let his legs take them to the floor.
Sheathed inside her channel, he kicked his jeans off completely and spread out on top of Sylvia’s sweat soaked body. The feel of every inch of him as he covered her was amazing and she hoped it would always be like that with him. She hoped that they’d have more than just this…although this was amazing, she wanted more than a two-night stand.
They’d gone on a date, which meant something to her, and she was positive that it had to him as well.
There’d been enough thinking for one night, and that was her last thought before she cupped his chiseled jaw and brought his mouth down to hers in a kiss of pure sin. She wanted him to feel what he did to her—the all-consuming passion that he sparked in her body that no one else ever had. She wanted to be the one he needed, and wanted. The only one.
Chapter Nine
There had to be something wrong with him. Eric had been in his kitchen for the past fifteen minutes cooking breakfast for the woman who was currently curled up in his bed. It had taken a great deal of strength for him to leave her there, and not to wake her to start all over again.
Last night left him unsettled even though he tried to push it to the back of his mind. Sylvia was under his skin, and she had been for months. Now that he’d admitted it to himself, he needed to keep her close instead of doing what his head was telling him to do and push her away.
He’d never had a relationship before, but he knew from the start that Sylvia would be different than any other woman, which was why he’d used her friendship with his cousin Ramon as an excuse to keep away from her. She had him by the balls, and for now, he had no choice but to see where she’d take him.
She certainly took him to paradise last night. More than once. As he flipped the bacon on the skillet, he thought of her creamy thighs that she’d wrapped around his neck while his face had been buried between her legs. Her scent and taste was unique to Sylvia. He could have stayed with his nose and mouth buried in her sweet pussy all night long, but his own need had risen quickly. It had been all he could do to untangle himself from her legs before he shoved his cock home and came with a roar.
So engrossed in his memory of her, he hadn’t heard her slink up on him, but he sure as hell felt her as a finger traced down his spine, dipping into the back of his sweats. He froze and felt his arousal heighten when her arm curved around his stomach. Her breasts crushed against his back while her hand bumped into his rigid erection, which was hard to miss.
“Mmm,” she mumble
d as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. “You’re certainly awake.” She kissed his back as her thumb glided over the plump head of his shaft. Her gentle fingers caressed him, and as she tightened her grip, Eric couldn’t control the tingle of precum that raced through him to drip from the bulging crown.
He knew breakfast was going to have to wait, and that she’d be late for work, but he needed to feel her tight sheath as it held him inside her.
Growling, he turned the burner off and spun around to grip her hips.
Her eyes widened when she realized she’d unleashed the beast, but he didn’t give her time to think and went for what he’d begun to crave.
His hands on her hips, he lifted her off the floor and placed her on the counter, away from the dishes and their sizzling breakfast.
No words would come to him while his arousal reached breaking point, so he dropped to his knees between her thighs. He spread them wide and pulled her closer to his waiting mouth. The impatience he felt with her was going to be the death of him.
As he shoved his sweats past his hips, he gripped his cock with one hand while he used his other to open her sweet pussy lips to his gaze and then his mouth descended.
He growled with the taste of her on his tongue, and he gave a hard tug to his own flesh when Sylvia wrapped her legs over his shoulders. Her trust in him was a huge turn on, and his cock ached to be inside her tight sheath. This time though, he planned on having her come apart against his mouth before he took his own pleasure. At least that was the plan until he glanced up at her and watched as she rolled and pinched her nipples. He found it so hot that she would pleasure herself with him watching. Her head was thrown back and all he could think about was seeing her fingers inside her wet heat while he watched from across the room, his dick in hand.
“Give me your hand,” he asked, taking her fingers from one of her breasts. He caressed her stomach before he brought it to touch her clit. “Rub yourself.”
Sylvia hesitated, but as soon as Eric inserted a finger inside her, she gasped and started to rub.
Eric lost it at the sight and shot to his feet. He met Sylvia’s eyes, and knew she was just as lost as he was. In one quick thrust, he was buried balls deep inside his woman. Her flesh surrounded his and held tight in a fist like grip that made his head spin.
“Eric,” Sylvia moaned, as he flexed his hips. “Please move.”
He didn’t need telling twice, and although he wanted to prolong the inevitable and have her on his mouth, his hard as fuck dick had other ideas.
He was so hard that he wasn’t sure he could get any harder. Every bit of skin was pulled tight over his length and he pulled all the way out before he slowly pushed home again. Slow and smooth wouldn’t do it, especially with the way Sylvia looked at him. Her legs hooked over his hips, and her hands reached up to cup his face. It was the tender look on her face that made him knock everything behind her to the floor before he pushed her down. He kissed and licked his way up from her navel and made sure to lavish attention to her breasts that were swollen with need. Her nipples were sensitive, large, dark buds. When his tongue lapped against them, Sylvia nearly took flight from the countertop and her vaginal walls clamped down so hard on his dick that he saw stars.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “You have to stop doing that or I’m going to be coming before you.” He stood and gripped her hips. “I can’t go slow.”
“I don’t want you to.” She chewed her bottom lip, which distracted him and made him crazy. “Fuck me, Eric.”
On a growl, he started to thrust back and forth inside her pliant walls. He was sucked inside on each thrust, and wrapped in the soft warmth of her snug channel that didn’t seem to want to let him retreat.
He felt her orgasm as it crept up on her. It fluttered along his cock until he thought he’d lose his mind with lust.
As she started to ground down on him, his cock was wrapped in a sensation that had started a fire in his balls. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
With one final thrust, he stayed buried all the way inside to her cervix and growled through an intense release as she continued to ripple around him. He held her still by her hips, as he slowly pumped back and forth to prolong the pleasure for both of them.
When it was over, and he pulled from her tight sheath, his release followed and trickled down to her ass. His eyes darkened with newfound lust as he watched his jizz. He’d come so hard that she was a mess, but he found he didn’t give a shit. He loved her being covered with him. It was primitive. She’d been claimed.
* * * * *
“Are you sure you’ve had enough to eat,” Eric asked her for the fourth time in as many minutes.
The breakfast that he’d been preparing before things between them had gotten out of hand had been eaten, and he had no excuse to keep her with him when she was expected at work.
He rubbed at his brow not liking the idea of her being away from him, which was stupid. He didn’t like feeling possessive, but after that morning on the counter, he didn’t want her to leave. She’d probably laugh her sexy ass off if she knew the way his thoughts had gone.
“Stop trying to fill me up. I’ve eaten more than I usually do.” Sylvia reached up on tiptoes and planted a kiss to his lips before she used her thumb to wipe the lipstick from them. “I enjoyed what you made. It’s been a while since I had more than a bowl of cereal, or a cereal bar at my desk with coffee when I run late.” She glanced at her slim gold watch attached to her wrist. “Like I am now,” she observed but made no move to leave.
His hands itched to take hold of her again, but he knew she wouldn’t make it out of the door if he touched her. She took the decision out of his hands. With a smirk she closed the gap between them, and after a nibble on his earlobe, whispered, “I’m going to be wet all day thinking about you, and what you did to me.” His lobe was licked before she pulled away, and he was left stunned at her teasing.
She grabbed her purse and grinned when she glanced over her shoulder at his frozen self.
“You liked that idea, huh?”
Swallowing to try to bring moisture to his dry throat, he coughed before he managed, “What guy wouldn’t?”
With a serious expression covering her face, she admitted, “I’ve never been like this before. Where I want to say naughty things to see how you’ll react. I know where I work in the evenings says I’m dirty, but I’m really not. I’ve always been shy with others, even Talya. You’re different, and I’m not sure what to make of that.”
“One,” he stepped into her space, “you are not dirty, and working at the club does not give you that stigma. Most girls who work at those places do it for the money and because of the thrill. Don’t even demean yourself like that. It pisses me off that you’re on display for those horny fuckers to get off on, in fact it makes me see fucking red. But with me, I want you open and honest. I don’t like liars, and no matter how you think I’ll react to something, I will always want your honesty, Sylvia.”
“That goes both ways.” Her hand crept up his chest, and a finger with a manicured pink nail swirled through his chest hair, which didn’t help his arousal any.
“I’m always honest—sometimes brutally so. Which is why I’m going to tell you that you scare the crap out of me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. He knew she hadn’t expected those words to ever leave his mouth.
“You scare me because you’re under my skin. Every time I close my eyes you appear, even when I’d rather you didn’t.” He sighed and the longing in his eyes made her melt against him but he pushed her away gently before he finished. “I can’t pick you up tonight as I promised Zane we’d hook up, but tomorrow night I can.”
Sylvia nodded as she tried to hide her excitement over seeing him again soon. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m going to try hard not to, but this, with you, is a first for me.” He smiled. “So go easy on me.”
She chuckled, and reached for his groin, which bulged behind his zipper. “Does that mean I
get free access to you, and what’s beneath these clothes?” She squeezed and his eyes rolled into his head with pleasure.
She was dangerous. No other woman had ever aroused him as quickly or as hotly as the woman who had his family jewels in her hand.
“You haven’t answered my question.” She kissed his jaw and started to move down his neck with her teeth when he felt his zipper go down and her fingers stroked part of his bare cock.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. “We can’t,” he hissed between gritted teeth. “I have to get you home to change before work and we’re cutting it close.”
She quickly fastened his zipper and made sure nothing got stuck, but her face had lost the previous glow from his words.
He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her brow. “What I really want to do is strip you naked and keep you in my bed all day,” he sighed, “but I can’t do that.” He kissed her quickly on the lips and stepped back to grab his keys. “Let’s go before all my good intentions fly out the window.”
Sylvia hesitated before following him from the apartment. At the elevator doors, she asked, “Are you sure you’re free tomorrow evening?” Her voice didn’t sound all that confident, which he should expect considering he’d always pushed her away before.
“I promise, Sylvia. We have a date tomorrow and nothing is going to stop me from seeing you.” Their fingers intertwined as they stepped into the elevator.
Chapter Ten
Sylvia hadn’t told Eric that she had a shift at Poles that night because she knew he hated her working there. So she’d felt relief when he told her he had something else planned. She only hoped Zane didn’t get it into his head to come down to the club so he could drool over Bea because that would mean Eric showing up. That was all she needed.
She’d tried to sneak into the club, but had been recognized by a few of the regulars. They were harmless enough so she’d offered them a small smile before carrying on through to the dressing room.
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