Unexpected Rush
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“I love when you talk dirty.”
She laughed.
He put his arm around her and tugged her against him. “Do you think you won’t be using it? Or any other room in this house? It’s not like I’ve been using you for design skills, and now that the house is done I intend to dump you.”
Her heart leaped. “So, I don’t have to worry about being kicked to the curb now that you’re moving in here?”
He laughed. “No. I already have thoughts of dragging you into that oversized shower with me.”
He pulled her toward the shower, but she placed her hands very firmly on his chest. “Oh, no. No shower for me. I have a client appointment this afternoon.”
He bent and nuzzled her neck, making chill bumps break out on her skin. “Cancel it.”
She clutched his shoulders, her body pulsing with sudden need. “So what you’re saying is that a walk-through of your new place was a turn-on?”
“No. Walking next to you while you’re wearing that hot dress is a turn-on.”
He kissed her and she fell into the taste of him, the way his mouth always worked a dizzying array of magic on her senses. She’d been pent up this week, focused on nothing but work. So had Barrett, and they hadn’t spent any time together. She missed his mouth on her, the way he always touched her when he kissed her, the way he made her melt all over.
He swept his hands over her dress, then lifted it, cupping her butt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it.
“What do you say we christen this nice new house the proper way?”
Her lips curved. “Appointment, Barrett.”
He bent and licked the curve of her breasts. “I’d rather not make an appointment with you for sex, Harmony. How about I make you come instead?”
The business side of her wanted to object, but then he lifted her dress, drew down her panties and planted his mouth on her sex. The business side of her dissolved in a puddle. Now, she was simply a woman who craved the release her man could give her.
She fisted the comforter in her hands, disregarding the care she’d taken in smoothing out every possible wrinkle. At this moment she only cared about his mouth, his lips and his tongue, and the way he glided smoothly along her clit and pussy, making her clench and lift against him as she catapulted her way toward orgasm.
And when it hit, she arched and cried out, her entire body shaking from the cataclysm of her climax that had been denied for too long.
Barrett stood, grabbed a condom out of his pocket and unzipped his pants. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and slid inside of her in one smooth motion.
Still quaking with aftershocks of that incredible orgasm, her pussy vibrated around his cock.
Barrett leaned over the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her. His soft gaze penetrated her as he stilled his movements, making her quiver with unexpected emotion.
“When I’m inside you like this, I feel like I never want to let go of you. I could stay like this forever.”
She blinked back the tears that welled in her eyes, unsure of what to say in response.
She was in love with him, and the emotion tore at her. With Barrett buried deep inside of her, she knew with one hundred percent certainty that he was the only man for her, and always would be.
But she didn’t know if what he was talking about was love, or just sex. So she wasn’t going to tell him how she felt.
He began to move within her, easing in and out of her so slowly it was unbearable in the sweetest, most torturous way. She felt every inch of him, and when he pushed in all the way, burying himself deep and grinding against her to rub his body against her clit, she moaned.
“I love those sounds you make,” he said. “They make my cock even harder. They make me want to fuck you hard and come in you.”
She met his gaze, giving him a slight tilt of her lips. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a quickie?”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah, but I can’t seem to do it fast when I’m with you. I want to linger, to feel you for as long as I can. To watch you when you come.”
He brushed his fingers lightly over her clit, making her gasp. “Yes. Make me come again, Barrett.”
“I want you to remember this first time at my house, Harmony. Remember this first time in my bed. No man will ever make you come like this.”
She already knew that. His voice was embedded in her heart, his body was enmeshed with hers. There was no one else for her. There could be no one else for her, because she loved him. And as he moved within her and used his fingers to take her to the very height of reason, she fell, his name spilling from her lips as she came.
He dropped down over her and kissed her, pistoning his cock faster and faster, prolonging her climax and making her moan against his lips. And when he groaned with his orgasm, it only heightened hers more.
After they caught their breath, he kissed her, a deep, soul-shattering kiss that made her tremble. He broke the kiss and met her gaze. “Sorry for the lack of a quickie.”
She smiled. “I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”
He held out his hand and lifted her off the bed. “You’re right. I’m not.”
She dashed into the bathroom to clean up, then straightened her dress, which fortunately would de-wrinkle in the Tampa humidity.
They went downstairs, where, unfortunately, there was nothing to drink. She’d stop somewhere before her next appointment and grab something cold.
“So you really like the house?” she asked.
She laughed.
He put his arm around her and tugged her against him. “Do you think you won’t be using it? Or any other room in this house? It’s not like I’ve been using you for design skills, and now that the house is done I intend to dump you.”
Her heart leaped. “So, I don’t have to worry about being kicked to the curb now that you’re moving in here?”
He laughed. “No. I already have thoughts of dragging you into that oversized shower with me.”
He pulled her toward the shower, but she placed her hands very firmly on his chest. “Oh, no. No shower for me. I have a client appointment this afternoon.”
He bent and nuzzled her neck, making chill bumps break out on her skin. “Cancel it.”
She clutched his shoulders, her body pulsing with sudden need. “So what you’re saying is that a walk-through of your new place was a turn-on?”
“No. Walking next to you while you’re wearing that hot dress is a turn-on.”
He kissed her and she fell into the taste of him, the way his mouth always worked a dizzying array of magic on her senses. She’d been pent up this week, focused on nothing but work. So had Barrett, and they hadn’t spent any time together. She missed his mouth on her, the way he always touched her when he kissed her, the way he made her melt all over.
He swept his hands over her dress, then lifted it, cupping her butt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it.
“What do you say we christen this nice new house the proper way?”
Her lips curved. “Appointment, Barrett.”
He bent and licked the curve of her breasts. “I’d rather not make an appointment with you for sex, Harmony. How about I make you come instead?”
The business side of her wanted to object, but then he lifted her dress, drew down her panties and planted his mouth on her sex. The business side of her dissolved in a puddle. Now, she was simply a woman who craved the release her man could give her.
She fisted the comforter in her hands, disregarding the care she’d taken in smoothing out every possible wrinkle. At this moment she only cared about his mouth, his lips and his tongue, and the way he glided smoothly along her clit and pussy, making her clench and lift against him as she catapulted her way toward orgasm.
And when it hit, she arched and cried out, her entire body shaking from the cataclysm of her climax that had been denied for too long.
Barrett stood, grabbed a condom out of his pocket and unzipped his pants. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and slid inside of her in one smooth motion.
Still quaking with aftershocks of that incredible orgasm, her pussy vibrated around his cock.
Barrett leaned over the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her. His soft gaze penetrated her as he stilled his movements, making her quiver with unexpected emotion.
“When I’m inside you like this, I feel like I never want to let go of you. I could stay like this forever.”
She blinked back the tears that welled in her eyes, unsure of what to say in response.
She was in love with him, and the emotion tore at her. With Barrett buried deep inside of her, she knew with one hundred percent certainty that he was the only man for her, and always would be.
But she didn’t know if what he was talking about was love, or just sex. So she wasn’t going to tell him how she felt.
He began to move within her, easing in and out of her so slowly it was unbearable in the sweetest, most torturous way. She felt every inch of him, and when he pushed in all the way, burying himself deep and grinding against her to rub his body against her clit, she moaned.
“I love those sounds you make,” he said. “They make my cock even harder. They make me want to fuck you hard and come in you.”
She met his gaze, giving him a slight tilt of her lips. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a quickie?”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah, but I can’t seem to do it fast when I’m with you. I want to linger, to feel you for as long as I can. To watch you when you come.”
He brushed his fingers lightly over her clit, making her gasp. “Yes. Make me come again, Barrett.”
“I want you to remember this first time at my house, Harmony. Remember this first time in my bed. No man will ever make you come like this.”
She already knew that. His voice was embedded in her heart, his body was enmeshed with hers. There was no one else for her. There could be no one else for her, because she loved him. And as he moved within her and used his fingers to take her to the very height of reason, she fell, his name spilling from her lips as she came.
He dropped down over her and kissed her, pistoning his cock faster and faster, prolonging her climax and making her moan against his lips. And when he groaned with his orgasm, it only heightened hers more.
After they caught their breath, he kissed her, a deep, soul-shattering kiss that made her tremble. He broke the kiss and met her gaze. “Sorry for the lack of a quickie.”
She smiled. “I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”
He held out his hand and lifted her off the bed. “You’re right. I’m not.”
She dashed into the bathroom to clean up, then straightened her dress, which fortunately would de-wrinkle in the Tampa humidity.
They went downstairs, where, unfortunately, there was nothing to drink. She’d stop somewhere before her next appointment and grab something cold.
“So you really like the house?” she asked.
