Chapter Eight

 

Tom pulled into his driveway and parked his car. By the time she unbuckled her seat belt, he had run around to her side and held her door open. He extended his hand and she slipped her hand in his.

She stepped out of his car and found herself against the back door. Tom’s body was pressed against hers. She trembled with anticipation. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his mouth against hers.

Hot.

Impatient.

Demanding.

“I can’t wait to finish what we started in that dressing room.” His voice was thick with desire.

Her knees felt weak and she wasn’t sure she could make it to her house.

“It’s a shame we were interrupted,” he said.

His eyes promised a long night of guilty pleasures.

Don’t over think this. Just enjoy what he’s offering.

“And if we hadn’t been interrupted?” she challenged.

He stepped back and shut the car door.

“Come inside and I’ll show you,” he dared.

She stepped into his foyer and set her purse on the table. He locked the door and stepped behind her. His fingers grazed her bare shoulder, a featherlight caress that sent shivers through her body. In the mirror, she saw his head dip. Hot lips left searing kisses along her shoulder.

He caught her reflection in the mirror. Full lips, slightly parted, yearning to be claimed. Smoldering eyes, full of lust. Blood rushed to his groin.

Reaching up, he pulled the pins from her hair, one by one. Her hair fell past her shoulders. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of gardenias. Wrapping one hand around her waist to keep her still, he slid the other down her leg. He tugged up her dress, caressing her bare thigh.

“I can’t decide whether to take it off or leave it on,” he whispered.

He turned her around, maneuvering her until her back was pressed against the wall. He nibbled her neck, kissing and sucking his way along her tender skin.

Marking her.

Her breasts were heavy, her nipples tight against her bra. She arched her back, needing relief, wanting to feel his body against hers.

He fumbled with the clasp. Impatient, she pushed his hands away and undid the clasps. The top slid down, soft fabric caressing her breasts before leaving them exposed. Hot lips fastened to her nipples and his tongue flicked against it.

Caramel colored skin, sweet yet spicy, sent his taste buds reeling. Her fingers wove through his hair, pulling him closer. She whimpered when he released her nipple, sighing as his mouth latched on to the other one. He sucked harder, alternating between biting and flicking his tongue against her sensitive bud.

Stubble grazed her breasts, sending a flood of wetness between her legs.

Slender fingers gripped his head, forcing his mouth to take more of her breast.

Anything for my Anjali.

Ignoring the throbbing of his cock, his hands slid down her legs.

Cold air chilled her wet nipples as he dropped to his knees. He maintained eye contact as his hands slid up her thighs, lifting her dress out of the way. She felt his face as he pressed against her panties, his lips moving against her as he sought her clit.

She held her breath as impatient fingers pulled wet panties down her legs. He left a trail of kisses along her calf and thighs as he settled her leg over his shoulder.

Eagerly she waited, holding her breath until she felt his fingers spreading her. She gasped when his tongue flicked against her clitoris.

“Mmm. Tastes like honey.”

His husky voice vibrated against her sensitive skin. Her nails dug into his head, forcing his tongue against her clit.

He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue sending spirals of pleasure throughout her body. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue and mouth licking and sucking her intimately.

“Tommy, please,” she begged.

Her hands flailed at the bare wall, needing something to hold on to as the tension built. Her legs began to shake and she gripped his hair. She yanked his head away from her.

“I need you,” she whispered.

His eyes blazed with desire. He stood, pulling off his tuxedo jacket. It fell on the floor behind him while she struggled with his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt as she pulled it out of his pants. Grunting with frustration, she released his shirt and reached for his pants.

At last his cock was free.

“You’re uncut,” she whispered in awe.

He glanced down at his straining cock.

“Yes. I am,” he replied proudly.

“I’ve never been with an uncut guy before. It looks so—”

She stroked him gently, soft hands moving along his entire length. Her palm glided over the wet tip, making him groan.

“—Mouthwatering,” she sighed.

She dropped to her knees. He held her gaze, refusing to blink, refusing to breathe as she gripped his cock and positioned it near her mouth. Her tongue flicked against his crown, lapping up fat drops of his essence. His knees nearly buckled when she slid him into her mouth. He braced against the wall while her sexy mouth tormented him.

I want to fuck her mouth so badly.

“Honey,” he begged.

He fought to keep his hips still.

“Your wicked tongue is too much. I’m never going to last if you keep doing that,” he confessed.

With a saucy grin, she released him.

On shaky legs, she rose. He pinned her against the wall, his mouth capturing hers. A prisoner of her own desire, she willingly surrendered to him.

“Here or my bed?” he rasped.

“Here,” she demanded, aching to feel him inside.

He lifted her leg and placed his cock against her opening.

“Wait,” she protested.

He stopped, a questioning look on his face.

“A condom?” she whispered.

The hurt look in his eyes caught her off guard.

Damn it, I shouldn’t have said anything.

“You said…I—I don’t want you to think I tricked you.”

She lowered her eyes.

His fingers grazed her cheek, a tender caress.

“I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.”

He pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’ve always used one. But this time—this time I don’t want any barriers between us, Anjali. But I will wear one if you insist.”

“Tommy?”

“I want to feel your body wrapped around mine.”

He traced her bottom lip.

“I know I’m playing with fire, Honey. I’m not afraid of a little heat. Are you?”

Throat too tight to speak, she shook her head.

She gripped his cock and guided him into her. He filled her with one smooth stroke. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on as he began a slow, torturous rhythm. With each deep thrust, his cock filled her, yet it left her wanting more. Pinned against the wall, she couldn’t move her hips, couldn’t meet each powerful thrust.

He moved faster, nearly losing control as he pounded her against the wall. Her body gripped him with each stroke, a satin glove made just for him. Burying himself in her was blissful agony. Each thrust brought him closer to completion but he refused to go without her.

Her womb clenched tightly, sending arcs of intense pleasure from her clit to her nipples. Her legs began to shake and her nails dug into his skin. Stars exploded behind her eyes. Her loud moan of pleasure was drowned out by his grunts.

Her silky channel squeezed around his cock as he filled her with his seed.

They panted heavily, their lungs screaming for air.

At last he withdrew from her and she stood on her own. Her dress slid down as if nothing had happened between them. He took her hand and kissed her palm.

“Let’s go to bed. I need to recover before round two.”

Her brow rose.

“Round two?”

He grinned mischievously.

“Round one, dress on. Round two, dress off.”

He glanced down.

“But you might want to keep your heels on.”