Marie Harte - Enjoying the Show

Heavens, but he was large, much larger than what she thought she’d seen watching him from a distance. Granted, the sight of his penis had definitely hinted at male strength, but nothing so grand as the feel of the steely rod pressing hot and hard against her belly.

She couldn’t stop wiggling against him, needing to feel his reactive tension.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” he crooned and ran his lips over her throat. He began thrusting against her, and her traitor of a body immediately responded to his seduction.

She wanted to drown in him.

As if he could read her mind, he snaked a hand down her belly and below her dress, running his hands up her thighs toward her pelvis. Before her mind could wrap around the thought, his hand slipped beneath her panties.

“Christ, you’re wet.” He groaned and nipped at the pulse at her throat. “Hailey, you’re killing me.”

Thrusting a finger between her folds, he sighed her name and stared into her eyes.

“This is it, baby. This is the part where you either hightail it out of here, or you spread those thighs wide. Because if you stay, I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk.”

His gravelly voice raked over her, dampening her further. He added another finger and began priming her, stretching her.

Her breath coming fast, she had a hard time hearing what he was saying.

“Damn it, Hailey. Yes or no?”

Much as she wanted to run out of the room, astonished at her own promiscuity, something within her refused to back down. For once, Hailey wanted to ignore her unlucky history with men and enjoy herself, and who better to share such an experience than with the man of her dreams? A man who, even after catching her peeping, left the choice to have sex in her hands, in spite of the iron erection straining his pants.

“Yes,” she sighed into his mouth as he swept her away on another kiss.

Time suspended as clothing flew everywhere. She could only focus on his mouth and the hands that sought out and touched every sensitive spot on her body. The feel of his satiny erection sliding over her skin aroused her to no end, like a heady aphrodisiac affecting her with abandon.

“Oh man.” He groaned and shoved her against a wall, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her excitement palpable. “I love your tits. They’re so big, so full.”

She couldn’t think to blush, for his mouth stole her embarrassment. He pushed her breasts together and began feasting, latching onto her nipples as he sucked and nipped from one to the other, fueling her rise toward orgasm.

“Gage,” she moaned. “That’s so good.”

“And you know my name,” he teased. “So we’re nearly even. But not quite yet.”

Kneading her breasts, he fused his mouth to hers. The chemistry between them was combustible, and she felt so sensitive she expected to fly apart at any moment. He swelled against her belly, and the more she squirmed, the harder he pressed his thick shaft against her.

“You on anything, Hailey?” he breathed into her ear.

“What?” She could barely think.

“Birth control,” he rasped. “You taking anything?”

She nodded. “Pills, every day.”

“Thank God.”

Without warning, he lifted her off her feet and brought her over his penis, her back still to the wall. Instinctively wrapping her ankles around his waist, she gasped when he suddenly shoved hard up into her.

“You’re so thick,” she groaned, closing her eyes at his intrusion. She felt stretched, full, and incredibly aroused at his hardness.

“And you’re so tight, so hot and wet.” He cursed and began pushing, thrusting deeper and deeper into her. “Shit, I can’t wait. Not the first time.”

Reaching between them, his slick fingers pressed hard, rubbing her clit while he pounded her against the wall. Animalistic need surged within her, as Hailey fought to seek the release just out of reach.

“Gage,” she cried, coming closer. She gripped his head and plastered her mouth to his, becoming the aggressor in their battle of wills.

He moaned and fucked her harder, his penis swelling impossibly large. She felt his balls slapping against her ass and thought it the most erotic thing. She, Hailey Jennison, was having sex standing up, with a man any woman in her right mind would want.

And like she’d imagined, sex with Gage was to-die-for. The pressure building within her grew to unbearable levels. His mouth, the friction of his hard body against hers, the heavenly feel of him buried within her…she felt as if she’d explode in a million pieces.

He pinched her clit and thrust at a new angle, and she came so hard she nearly blacked out.

Crying his name, she squeezed him tight, vaguely aware of his hoarse shout. Still shuddering, she gradually noted the sticky mess at her thighs, the smell of sex that permeated the room. And reality returned in a rush.

“Oh, God. Gage? We shouldn’t have moved so fast. I’m not sure—”

“No, baby, not now. You said yes, and we’re nowhere near to being done,” Gage growled. “You wanted a show? Well, you’ve earned yourself a front-row seat.”

Gage fought the blood pounding through his veins for some semblance of control.

But hell, he’d come so hard he was still seeing stars. And she wasn’t sure? He glared at Hailey Jennison, the woman who, for the past six months, had been driving him to distraction. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, hell, he couldn’t even come without thinking of her. Now he had her in his arms, a flesh and blood fantasy come to life. And the reality of Hailey far surpassed his dreams.

From the first he’d been drawn to her. And what man could resist? She had a body built for sex—large breasts, a trim waist, long legs and ample hips that fit the cradle of his crotch as if she’d been made for him. Blonde hair framed innocent brown eyes that made him think of fine Scotch, rich and smooth. And those full, pouty lips…

Hell, just looking at the stubborn woman had him hard again, and her eyes widened as she felt him stirring within her.

“The bedroom this time,” he rasped, not wanting to move, but wanting more from her than another quick fuck. He disengaged and carried her to his bedroom. No lightweight, Hailey possessed the fleshed-out body of a real woman, one with curves and a faint tan line from her bathing suit. He’d memorized every detail of her body when he’d stripped her, and his mouth watered at what she looked like wearing the clever two-piece that made such tantalizing outlines on her skin.

Gage kept waiting to wake up, to find that this experience was just another dream from which he’d soon awaken. But the warm woman in his arms burrowed her head against his shoulder, and far more than lust flared inside him.

He stared as he lowered Hailey to his bed. “So what does a woman like you fantasize about, Hailey?” She bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes. Then she licked her lips nervously, and he wanted to groan. God, he wanted to feel that mouth around his cock. But he knew if he did, he’d come way too soon, and he wanted this time to last.

“I, ah, Gage, I think maybe you have the wrong impression.” A pink flush stained her cheeks and carried down to her breasts.

“Hmm?” He couldn’t stop staring, completely enthralled with the perfect, round white globes. Her nipples puckered, rose-colored beads of flesh that demanded attention.

“I didn’t mean to, well, okay, I’ve seen you naked. On purpose. But I’d never intended for us to…you know. Be here, together, like this.”

He narrowed his gaze, studying the embarrassment on her face, and marveled at the sincerity there. Hailey really was discomfited by what they’d done. Oh, he’d known some of what to expect. But how the hell did that play into the nymphet he’d wished her to be in his mind?

“So you didn’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.” Her face turned beet-red and he chuckled.

Joining her on the bed, he straddled her and leaned close, placing his hands around hers that had reached up to stop his descent.

“Hailey, let’s put our cards on the table, hmm?” At her hesitant nod, he continued, “You’ve been watching and fantasizing for months, and now the wait’s over. We fucked and we came. And it was incredible, so much better than I could have imagined.”

He lowered his face to nuzzle alongside her cheek, his hands pinning hers to either side of her body. “And you wanted me as much as I wanted you. Admit it.”

She swallowed loudly and her breathing quickened. “I did.”

“And you want to do it all over again, don’t you baby?” He began stroking himself along her belly, incredibly aroused at the feel of her satiny skin against his cock.

“I,” she paused then swallowed hard as he shifted lower toward the golden curls between her thighs. She closed her eyes and arched into him. “Heaven help me, but I do.”

“Thank God.” Deliberately slowing his movement, he kissed her gently, seduced by the feel of her lips under his. He forced himself to keep the kiss short and leaned up from her. “Let’s suspend reality for a while. Just you and me, two lovers doing whatever we want, with no one to answer to. There’s no woman waiting for me, and I can only assume no man in your life?” He made the question light, but couldn’t help the mad race of his heart as he waited for her answer.

“No. No intimate relationships of any kind. Well, except for you.” She squirmed under him.

Satisfaction warred with arousal as he caught his breath. “Good. Then you and I have nothing to stand in our way. Nothing but time to indulge in some good, old-fashioned sex.”