Sapphire
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“Please,” he whispered.
Her sex pulsed in answer. Oh yes. She ran her hands over him, enjoying the ripple of muscle under his skin, his strength leashed for her. Touching every bit of him, kissing and nipping here and there, but careful not to brush his rampant cock, she worked her way down his body to the music of his groaning pleas until she knelt at his feet.
Glancing coyly up, she caught his gaze, avid, desperate. She popped open the tailored jacket of the suit, to show him her breasts pushed up by a deep blue lace shelf bra. He groaned out loud.
“Molly, you’re killing me.”
“I’ve barely started.” Taking him in her mouth, she ruthlessly drove him up, using tongue and suction to bring him to the edge, only to stop and fiddle with the edges of her lace bra. She tickled his swollen balls, rolling first one in her mouth, then the other, while he gasped for her to finish him off.
“Are you begging me?” she asked.
“Yes!”
She rose to her feet, leaning against his heaving chest, her fingers lightly wrapped around his cock. “Tell me.”
He glared at her. “Please for the love of all that’s holy, let me come, Molly!”
“No, tell me why.” She brushed her lips against his.
“Why what?”
“Why me?” She pinched him, just enough to make him squirm. He stared at her, the near desperation in his face feeding her pleasure. “You didn’t know me. You still don’t know me, really.”
“I do know you, Taylor, Molly and M.” He snarled it, almost vicious.
“No, you liked the idea of me. The unattainable?”
He met her eyes, solemn despite her slow caresses along his length.
“No,” he said with the firmness of an order. “I saw myself in you. The way you file your receipts. How you cc your emails back to yourself for safekeeping. How you keep your world secure and neat but never quite relax. Never let yourself get a little sunburned. Like me, you chose the money, the business, but I can see you burning for more, deep inside. I knew it could be like this between us.”
She knelt down, kissed the tip of his cock. “Like this? Your dark and intimate moments.”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, yes.”
She laughed, delight spilling through her.
“Show me, then.”
She took him in, swallowing his hard length, pushing him over the edge.
With a wild cry, he climaxed, spilling into her, hot brine.
Taylor cleaned him up with a soft towel while he sagged in the cuffs. She stood, rebuttoning her jacket. He eyed her while she searched her handbag for the key to the cuffs.
“I’ve never met another woman like you, Taylor. I mean that.”
He did mean it. And she understood. From his first invasive remarks, she’d responded to him like to no man before him.
“Well, I do admire you ability to assess and seize opportunities.”
“I’d love to see the rest of what you’re not wearing under that suit,” he murmured.
She raised an eyebrow, clicking the key into the lock.
“Would you? Maybe you should come back to my place. I did a bit of studying and I’ve added some things to the condo I think you might enjoy.”
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her long and deep.
“I’d like that.” Adam gave her a searching look. “I know we have a lot of things to work out still.”
Taylor smiled, warm fluttering in her breast. Perhaps this was what they meant by a heart taking wing.
“I’m looking forward to every moment of it.”
About the Author
Jeffe Kennedy is an essayist and fiction writer. Her work has appeared in diverse magazines such as Redbook, Puerto del Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Under the Sun and Aeon. She has been a Ucross Foundation fellow, a Wyoming Arts Council roster artist and winner of their Poetry Fellowship. Her essay collection, Wyoming Trucks, True Love, and the Weather Channel, was published by University of New Mexico Press in 2004. An erotic novella, Petals and Thorns, came out under her pen name of Jennifer Paris in 2010. Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie and plentiful free-range lizards, and frequently serves as a guinea pig for an acupuncturist-in-training.
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