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Saks stared at the image of the lacy piece of cloth that barely covered her delicate flesh, and then the black stockings stretched between her ankles. His heart raced in his chest and his cock throbbed in his jeans. She was fucking gorgeous, and the sight of her legs spread open for him had him thinking wicked, dirty things.
“No,” he purred, “I like you like this. You’re a feast spread out just for me and I’m going to eat.”
Saks licked one long line up her smooth leg and did the same to the other. But this time when he reached the juncture of her bottom and her thigh he nipped the tender skin, and lapped it and nibbled again, earning a moan from Chrissy.
The sound of her moan was enough to send Saks into overdrive as a rumble emanated from deep within his throat. Grabbing hold of her hips, he buried his face between her legs and wondered how he’d gone for so long without the sweet taste of her. With the tip of his tongue, he pushed her panties aside and tasted her wet heat. She was sopping, as if she’d melted from the inside right onto his tongue. He flicked, lapped, and teased her pink fold until she was squirming on his face, her soft moans driving him wild.
Saks grabbed her hips and thrust his tongue into her creamy center.
“Ah! Oh, good Lord,” she panted. “Saks. Please.”
He pulled away and she whimpered. “Please what, darling? I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You,” she gasped. “I want you.”
Saks’ cock, pressed against the zipper of his jeans, threatened to burst through the fabric. He wanted her. More than that, he needed her. But there was one problem. “Sweetheart, I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill,” she gasped.
“What? When did this happen?” He didn’t know why it shocked him so much.
“Long before I met you. I got them for acne as a teen, and never stopped.”
“Well, thank the saints for acne,” he said as he tore at his button and then his zipper. The sound of the tab rolling down the metal tore through the silent room, and Chrissy shivered.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he said as he spared a single finger to trail it down the length of her spine.
Again, she shivered. “I’ll be better when you get that thing out of your pants.”
“I can do that,” he said as he stepped out of his denim. He eyed her round bottom on display, her stockings stretched like a rubber band between her ankles and her skirt hiked around her hips. “I love seeing you like this, stretched out on the table and your beautiful ass on display.”
He ran his fingers down her spine, and she made a small noise in her throat that almost sounded like a plea.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Chrissy growled.
“True,” he murmured as he reached around and pinched her already-hardened nipples.
She moaned. “Damn it, Saks!”
“Want it, do you?” He licked her spine, working his way up to her neck, and nibbled the back of her neck. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she said with a hiss of breath.
“How much?” he said as he lodged his length between her cheeks. Damn. He’d forgotten the pleasure her soft skin gave to his throbbing cock.
The thought that they were doing this without a condom was about to blow his mind. Inside her bare had to be heaven.
Chrissy moved a hand toward her panties, but he pushed away. “None of that,” he growled.
“Saks!”
“How much do you want it? What will you give?”
“Fuck you!” He loved the little bit of anger in her voice. It was hot.
Just as an incentive he took his cock in hand and guided the tip to her entrance, dripping and hot. He took a deep breath and pinched the bottom of the tip, because if he didn’t he’d come right there. The little bit of pain winged through him, fighting off his orgasm, but he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Soon, darling,” he said, as evenly as he could. “And I tell you, Chrissy, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” He gave a shallow thrust and hissed out a breath. It was a shock how hot and soft her walls were, like the sweetest kiss ever given. It was work not to drive further into her and take the heaven she offered.
Saks had to have her. He must. But there was also one thing he knew. He wasn’t going to let this woman get away from him again. She was his, even if she was stubborn about recognizing it. This was it. This was the woman for him, now and always. Getting her to agree was the problem. He pulled back, even though her walls clenched as if trying to prevent him from leaving.
She hit her hands on the felt of the table.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I did.” She gritted her teeth.
“Tell me you’ll marry me.”
“What?” she squeaked.
“Though,” he said as he pushed the tip of his head in once more, “why I would want a woman who is so stubborn, I don’t know.”
“You’re evil,” she snapped.
“Maybe a little devilish. But all’s fair in love and war.”
“Shakespeare again!”
“Another reason I love you, Christina Marie Serafini. That you know that.”
“You love me?”
“Haven’t I made that clear? I’ve never sent roses to a woman in my life before you.”
“So,” she said roughly as Saks gave a few more shallow thrusts that made him bite back a groan, “you’ll fuck me if I agree to marry you?”
“No. I’ll make love to you, today, every day and night you’ll let me. Because I can’t imagine another day without you in my life. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
And, Lord, he meant those words. Whatever it would take to make this woman his he’d do. Saks has never felt so open and vulnerable in his entire life, and time seemed to stretch into infinity and his heart stopped beating while he waited for her answer.
“Okay,” she said in a small voice.
“What?”
“Make love to me, Saks, today and every day of my life.”
Saks stepped back and lifted her, flipping her to face him. With a wicked grin on his face he bobbed his head and then his body between her legs. Saks lifted her once more with his arms to sit her on the edge of the table.
“Put your arms around me, baby,” he said.
Chrissy hooked her hands around his neck and, taking his cock in hand once more, he found her entrance. He slid in, watching her expression. Her eyes closed as she gasped.
He moaned. Her walls clenched around him in heat, wetness, and softness.
The woman felt like pure heaven.
Her legs pulled his hips into her, leaving him beyond rational thought. Her face shone under the lights of the alcove, and she panted as if waiting.
“Baby,” she said, “I need you.”
“Yes,” he moaned. Saks bucked into her, his mind racing with this thought of never stopping this, of grinding inside her, searing the essence of his soul into hers.
He pressed harder into her. Her entrance quaked around him, her body’s response encouraging him to thrust harder. She clutched his neck tighter, uttering a silky whine of need that short-circuited the parts of his brain that told him to be gentle.
“Harder,” she groaned.
He rammed into her as his cock screamed with the need to take this woman, his woman, as hard as he could. She cried out and he did again, and again, and his stomach clenched, and his balls pulled up, announcing the inevitable.
A hiss of a breath pushed out between his gritted teeth as he drove into her with an animalistic fierceness. Her walls clamped down around him, and in his arms she broke apart, while her screams muffled against his shoulder. “I love you!” she cried.
And he was right there with her as his orgasm slammed into him, whiting out his vision. It receded, leaving him a shaky mess.
