hesitated, then made up her mind. She unbuckled her belt and put it and her holster with her Sig Sauer on the sofa table.
“My, what a big gun you have,” he murmured before his mouth bruised hers again. “Do you have cuffs to go along with it?”
A gasp rose up inside her as he drew back. “I have them but only use them when I have to disable someone dangerous.”
“Am I dangerous enough?” he asked.
“Oh, definitely.” She loved his taste, loved his masculine scent. It filled her, made her almost dizzy with need.
He pushed her shirt down her arms, the silk brushing her skin as he let it drop to the floor. He unfastened her bra, his fingers easily finding the hooks, and he stripped it from her and flung it to the side. Her breasts filled his hands when he cupped them and she moaned as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs in slow, easy circles.
A groan spilled from her lips when he brought his mouth to her nipple. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub and she clenched her hands in his silky hair. Simply breathing became harder and harder as he sucked and licked her nipples, and she felt herself grow more and more damp between her thighs.
She reached for the button of his Levis, her fingers moving down his taut abs to his waistband. His jeans hung low on his hips and she managed to undo the button and pull the zipper down. She pushed his jeans to his thighs then dug her fingers into his shoulders as he took her nipple between his teeth.
He brought his lips to hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting her. She let go of his ass and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She groaned as she held it, not sure she could wait much longer to feel the thickness of it inside her.
She kicked off her shoes, wanting him to strip away her jeans. The way his fingers found the button, it was as if he read her mind. He unzipped her jeans and shoved them down to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her red panties.
His hands caressed her through the lace and silk as he palmed her ass, before he pushed them down, too. She didn’t have to step out of them. They fell away from her feet as he caught her by her ass again and raised her so that her thighs were wrapped around his hips, his cock pressing against her folds as he pushed her up against the wall again. His jeans were still at his hips and she felt the tough cotton brushing her legs.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her. His chest rose and fell, his breathing as hard as hers was. He reached into his front pocket and brought out a condom package. He tore it open with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his cock that looked so big, so thick that she knew he was going to feel hard and tight inside of her.
“Ready for me, Tori?” His blue eyes met hers as he put his erection at the entrance to her core.
“Yes.” She squirmed, wanting him so badly that she could hardly stand it.
He thrust his cock and she cried out from the tightness, the fullness. It had been much too long since she’d had a man inside her.
He fucked her up against the wall, driving into her again and again and again. His naked chest rubbed against her nipples, his hips working between her thighs in hard thrusts. He took her with power, like a caged animal suddenly released.
She dug her fingers in his shoulders again as if to control the beast he’d become. As she looked into his eyes she swore she saw his image flicker as if he wasn’t totally there physically. Yet she could feel him just as intensely. She caught her breath, but when she squeezed her own eyes shut then opened them, he looked normal.
My imagination, she thought as she fell into the rhythm of him taking her. From somewhere inside she felt an orgasm building… and building… She could barely see straight as she looked into his gaze.
Her climax slammed into her at the same time she thought she saw him flicker again. She cried out, screaming at the intensity of the orgasm. She’d never felt anything