Stephanie Julian - By Private Invitation

“Touch me, Jared,” Belle whispered in his ear as she bent to nip at his earlobe. “Don’t be a tease.”

“Oh, but I like to tease.” He spoke against the warm swell of her breast, the scent of her arousal overpowering the faint floral scent on her skin.

Easing one finger under the edge of her thong, he felt only slick skin. No hair.

She was bare. His heart pounded harder.

When he paused, she rolled her hips, only a fraction of an inch, but enough to let him know she wanted him to continue. He slid his hand completely under the material, one finger parting the slick folds of her sex, his thumb pressing lightly on her clit.

Lifting his head, he wanted to see her expression. The sheer pleasure on her face tightened every muscle in his body, and the need to make her come had him working his finger into her body in a slow, steady push. Her eyes drifted closed and her back bowed as he fucked her with first one, then two fingers. After a second, her head dropped onto his shoulder and her tongue licked the warm skin of his neck.

He shuddered at the sensation and increased the pace of his thrusts.

Her cream on his fingers made him want to lick them. Better yet, he wanted to lick her. But that was out of the question here. Later…

Her clit was a hard little nub that he flicked mercilessly, only easing up when he felt her near the edge of orgasm. Then he pulled back. He wanted to control her every response, to wring every last drop of pleasure from her before he took her over the edge. Then he wanted to work his cock inside her still-pulsing sex and fuck her until neither of them could see straight.

He had a momentary flicker of caution, a brief second where he realized this wasn’t like him, but Belle chased it out of his head by biting his neck. The sharp, brief pain made that inner caveman roar and he lost all reason.

He lived only to make her come.

The hand on her breast kneaded in time with the fingers he tunneled into her, squeezing the nipple as he rubbed her clit.

Her panting breaths hardened his cock until he swore the zipper on his pants protested.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

His whispered words did the trick. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he felt her juices release over his fingers.

As she collapsed against him, he tried to catch his breath, wanting to rip open his pants, pull his aching cock out, and settle her down over it. He’d palmed the condom he always had tucked in a pocket then forced himself to slow down.

He had to ask. He couldn’t just take. Another rule.

“Belle, may I?”

He felt her lips curve in a grin just before she lifted herself away from his chest.

Her gaze found his first then shifted to the foil packet in his hand. Her grin grew into a full-blown smile as she reached for the condom with no hesitation.

Then she lifted it to her bodice and set it between her breasts, just beneath that damn pin, letting it rest there while her hands drifted down to his zipper.

She took her own good time getting his pants open, caressing him through the material for what seemed like forever, until she finally released the button and slid the zipper down.

Released from some of its confines, his cock tented up through his tight black boxer shorts.

She looked down, then back up into his eyes. “Very nice.”

He grinned. “Thank you. I’ll make it feel even better, Belle. Pull my underwear down.”

He heard the demand in his voice and wondered how she’d take it. Would she balk now?

The women he typically had sex with knew what he wanted. What he liked. What they were getting into.

Belle was an unknown. What would she say if he told her everything he wanted? Would she give him what he wanted?

He never made false promises. He would make it good for her. He knew enough about sex and women to make this very good for her.

When she smiled and slipped her hands under the waistband of his underwear, he almost sighed in relief. Until she wrapped a hand around his cock and started a wicked pump. Then he could barely breathe.

Her smooth hand created just enough friction to set his nerve endings on fire. Letting his eyes close, he leaned his head back against the bench and absorbed the sensations.

The feel of her naked thighs under his hands, the slight flex of her muscles as she worked him. When she shifted, he felt her breath along his cheek as she bent to lick at his jaw, nipping at the skin, then moving to his mouth. She kissed him this time, and it was a reversal he enjoyed.

Typically he kissed a woman and she let him. This…almost blew his mind.

She wasn’t as demanding as he would have been. Her lips were softer, gentler, but still managed to make his heart pound. He didn’t realize his hips had started to thrust in time with her caress until the tip of his cock brushed against her still-covered mound.

He leaned back just enough to be able to speak. “How attached are you to these panties?”

“Not very.”

“Good.”

In a split second, he’d snapped both sides of her thong and drew the now-worthless scrap from between her legs, leaving her naked to his fingers.

While she continued to stroke him, he petted the small triangle of hair just above her clit.

She rewarded him by tightening her hand around his cock and shivering. “You’re not as civilized as you pretend to be, are you?”

If she only knew. “There’s a time and place for everything. It’s time for you to fuck me.”

She shuddered in his arms, the sound of her labored breathing telling him she was just as close as he was. His cock felt like iron and throbbed like a son of a bitch.

“Then I guess you’d better make use of that condom.”

He reached for the packet, making sure he tweaked her nipples before he drew it from between her breasts. She moaned again as the sound of foil tearing ripped through the silent garden.

He had a momentary hesitation for their location but, tucked in the topiary garden, they were pretty well concealed by the trees. And his coat hung down her back, covering his knees as well. No one would see anything that would embarrass Belle.

He barely had the condom rolled on before she positioned herself over the tip and started a slow, sensuous slide down his shaft.

The heat of her pussy seared him through the thin casing of the condom, her tight sheath pulsing around him, easing only enough to let him in. He wanted to thrust and he felt her take a deep breath, as if waiting for him to move. But he knew anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac.

“Jared.” He heard the plea in her tone, felt the contained desire in her body, and his thighs tightened. But he forced his muscles to relax, his fingers to release their tight grip on her hips.

“Ride me, Belle. Slow and easy. Make me beg for it.”

Usually, it was his pleasure to make the woman beg. But Belle wasn’t anywhere near usual. She was unique, unknown but completely open, and so damn sensual.

She took him at his word and began to lift her body off his cock without fully seating him. She pulled up until only the tip was still lodged in her sex. Then she shifted again and he pulled free. Rubbing her lips over the head, she teased herself with him, moving to stroke her clit against him.

She started to pant after the first minute or so, matching him breath for breath, but she didn’t take him in again. Sweat began to seep down his back and bead on his forehead, his balls pulled up as tight as rocks.

He bent his head to pull a nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. Her cry echoed around the garden, and she shuddered just before she reached down to pull his cock away from his body. Then she sat on him and took him deep and fast.

She froze and he released the tight tip to look into her eyes. Hers were glazed with passion and he figured he probably had the same look in his. He thought she was going to say something so he waited, watching her, his body screaming for release until finally he broke.

“I’m begging. Please, Belle. Fuck me.”

Her smile combined with the almost brutal pace she set made his eyes roll back in his head and for the first time in his life, he gave his pleasure over completely to another person.

And she didn’t let him down. She rode him hard, kept up the pressure, her thighs working her body up and down. He tried to hold out, to hold on, but his body wouldn’t listen.

He came with a deep groan, lifting his hips into her downward thrust to seat himself high and tight inside her.

He pulsed his release into the condom, listening to her breathless moan as she jerked against him, her sex milking him as she came.

The vague regret that he wasn’t naked inside her passed through his head.

Next time.

He really hoped there was a next time.

He’d make damn sure there was.

“Belle, would you like to accompany me to an after-party?”

Annabelle read through the waiver a second time, though she knew she was going to sign it.

Her pussy still rippled with aftershocks from that amazing orgasm. And she wanted more.

She looked up into Jared’s bright blue eyes. “What type of party requires a legal waiver?”

Sprawled in a matching art deco leather club chair in a small but decadently furnished room on the fourth floor, Jared watched her with an intensity that should have worried her.

Her bodily response was far from it, as it made her wet and hot to have him again. In any and all ways possible.