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  Slipping her hand under her dress, she joined him, pressing her fingers down over his hand. She could feel him delving further, exploring her drenched vagina. Gently, she moved his hand back and, pressing his index finger to her clitoris, she drew circles around its peak with his thick fingers. Then she let go. Matt continued to do as she wished, adding more pressure while she braced herself against the car seat, one hand gripping the door handle, the other holding onto the muscles of Matt’s solid thigh.

  As he increased the tempo of his movements, she found she could not longer control her responses. Her empty vagina ached for him, the muscles squeezing tightly as if he were inside her. The most she could do was imagine he was inside her, his large phallus filling every inch of her. And as she imagined him thrusting into her with the long, wide girth of his member, she felt herself rising until she was high, so high there was no place left to go.

  Her body pulsed as she tipping over the edge of her yearnings and suddenly, she was immersed in an intense climax that flooded every cell in her body and ripped a loud, uncontrolled moan from her mouth.

  He kept his hand buried in her damp warmth, soaking up the feeling of her orgasm, until the last reverberation had sounded in her body. Then she felt herself floating back to where they were, sitting side by side in his car while he drove, her eyes still closed to the night outside the window and the passing traffic.

  Then she felt him pull away, and as she opened her eyes, she realized he was steering the car into the parking lot alongside her building.

  She smiled shyly at him as she pulled herself back together, straightening her dress and stockings. She was still astonished by how quickly he managed to bring her to orgasm each time. It had never been this effortless before. “Matt, that was—amazing,” she murmured as he opened her door for her.

  “Just an appetizer,” he replied softly, his smile turning devious as he locked the car.

  She pulled him up the long flight of stairs to her living room, intrigued by the idea of Matt in her tiny apartment, in her bedroom—in her bed. She longed to see his firm, naked body beneath her sheets, longed for him to be inside her once again as she had imagined in the car, to fill her and fulfill her.

  She unlocked her door with fumbling, impatient hands and stepped into her apartment. Matt followed behind, all the while covering her bared shoulders in kisses. She went to switch on the lights, but he immediately caught her hand and forced her to turn them back off. She tried to clear some of her pillows and books from the sofa, but he wouldn’t let her do that either. Neither would he allow her to leave his side or get him anything from the tiny kitchen.

  “All I need is right here,” he said, as he sank down onto the sofa. He slung his long arm across the back of it and looked up at her, watching her closely, his eyes sliding down over her breasts that were already swelling, the nipples growing, yearning for his mouth.

  Peering into the dark, flaming depths of his eyes, she knew he was already undressing her in his mind, already deciding how he wanted to take her. “Are you sure?” she asked again, her own throat parched with nervous anticipation. It had been ages since a man had been here, in her home. Not to mention a man like Matt, someone she wanted this much. “There’s beer, juice, water…”

  “I’m not thirsty, Nicky,” he said in a slow, sultry voice so close to her ear it tickled. “I’m not hungry either. At least, not for anything in your kitchen.”

  She gasped as he stood and moved behind her, clasping her hands in his and wrapping them around her waist, his arms tight on top of hers. With his breathing hot in her ear, he prodded her forward a few paces toward the living room wall. She had no choice but go where he was directing her, all the time wondering what he had in mind.

  When they reached the wall, her nose just inches away from the dark plaster, he freed her hands to run his own along her curves and crevices that were only enhanced by the body-hugging black dress she wore. Below her narrow waist, her hips were firm and in perfect proportion to the plump dimensions of her breasts.

  Gasping as he explored and roamed over her, she leaned her hands against the wall and placed her burning cheek flush against the cool plaster, her hands on either side of her, bracing herself for what was to come.

  His hands outlined her taut, rounded buttocks, then rose searchingly up her back, his fingers rising, following the curvature of her spine.

  “Surprise,” she said, her voice thick with overtones. “No zipper this time. I’m afraid it’s all or nothing.”

  He leaned over her, his lips caressing her neck just below her right ear. She could feel his every breath warm and moist against her skin as she waited for a response.

  “I see,” he finally whispered. “All or nothing. Well, definitely all, then.”

  His hands immediately descended, seeking her legs. He ran his palms along the silky stockings from both knees to her thighs, where they slipped under her dress, pushing the soft material up to her waist. His hands then returned greedily to her thighs, to the lacy bands of her garters.

  She held her breath as his fingers slipped upward and came into contact with her naked skin, his touch firm and tormenting in its nearness to the thin piece of silk that covered her ready opening.

  But he was in no hurry. His hands spanned the backs of her naked thighs as he leaned his body against hers. Through their clothes she could feel his erection, hard and complete, against her soft buttocks, felt him position himself so it fell into the cleft between her cheeks, felt the rest of his body straining against her, muscles already contracted in anticipation of his attack.

  She swallowed, aware her body was humming with an intense sexual thirst that no amount of lovemaking seemed capable of quenching. She pressed her cheek against the wall, opened her mouth for air.

  Fleetingly, conflicted images of the past week flashed through her mind. Smith warning her about Matt’s playboy attitude, the conversation she’d overheard, the various ways Matt had tricked her, toyed with her. Then there were the lies she had told him. But she was determined that none of that falseness would stand between them tonight. This was all honesty. This was the perfect, naked truth—she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life. And he wanted her.

  She heard him unzip his trousers, then felt the firm skin of his penis touch her inner thigh. He gyrated against her, his erection rubbing against the crotch of her sopping thong. “How does that feel?”

  Nicky tried to clench the wall on either side of her, and suddenly visions of the couple she had watched on her last assignment came flooding back to her. The images piqued her desire, inspired and fed her growing need. She was too breathless to answer his question.

  Turning swiftly, she found herself face-to-face with Matt’s smoldering eyes, those intense, chiseled features. It was her turn to surprise him, she decided suddenly. Her turn to take control.

  She pressed her lips against his, prodded her way into his mouth. Meanwhile, she loosened his tie and slid it from his neck. Then she abruptly pulled her mouth away, and while his eyes were still closed, waiting for her to resume the kiss, she placed the tie over them, making a knot at the back of his head.

  Matt lifted his hands to his blindfolded eyes. “Nicky, what—”

  “Shh,” she replied, placing a finger on his lips to stop his words. “Just trust me.”

  A curious smile lifted the corners of his sumptuous mouth as she began to unbutton his shirt. The contrast of the softly glowing white material with his lightly tanned skin as she finished releasing each succeeding button held her stare. “Open your arms,” she demanded in a low, stern voice.

  He obediently held out his arms, allowing her to work. His complete submission to her authority sent a thrill of excitement through her as she took in the breadth and power of his unveiled chest. All of this was masculinity was hers now, to do with as she liked.

  She pulled the shirt away to reveal his strong, naked shoulders. Throwing the shirt aside, she ran her hands up through his da
rk chest hair to meet his taut pectoral muscles and the breadth of his shoulders. When she had touched every inch of that smooth, muscular skin, she attempted to cover the same territory with her lips, ending with her tongue trailing up and over his Adam’s apple until she reached his mouth. He took her then with an outpouring of blind physical hunger and emotional urgency, his mouth seizing her mouth, his tongue meeting and joining hers in a seductive, passionate entreaty for more.

  “Not so fast,” she whispered as she pulled away from him, her lips swollen with the hunger of his kiss. “Patience.”

  She heard a moan escape his throat as she slid her hands from the nape of his neck down his back to his belted waist. Swiftly she eliminated that boundary, unleashing his belt and dropping his trousers to the floor. She did the same with his socks and shorts until he was standing perfectly naked, and blind, before her, his tall, well-built body revealed to her in all its splendor.

  Her eyes drank in the impressive girth of his erection as he reached out to her with groping hands. She stepped back out of his reach, wanting to keep him feeling vulnerable for a little while longer.

  Nicky felt her blood pounding through her veins like a fast-flowing river as she raised her arms and pulled off her dress. Next, she unclasped her bra and tossed the black lace garment aside. Wearing only her thong and garters, she came nearer and grasped his hand, lifting it to her right breast.

  She let him fondle her greedily, but as soon as he took a step towards her, she shifted out of reach. She noticed his erection danced with the contact of hand to breast. Wanting to taste him, she finally sank to her knees and took him in her mouth.

  Not knowing where she was or what she was planning to do, Matt gasped in surprise when he felt her wet warm mouth on his cock, and she smiled inwardly as her tongue circled the wide dome of the excited head.

  He had to shift one foot behind him as if regaining his balance after her sudden assault. Meanwhile, she continued exploring the satin skin covering the solid shaft, her lips trailing all the way down to where his testicles began.

  “Oh,” he breathed. “Oh God.”

  Once she had licked the entire length of him, she used her hand to direct him back into her mouth. He released a soft groan as her lips enclosed around him once again, her mouth sucking him while her hand moved up and down the rest of the shaft. His erection filled her mouth, strained against her hand with an urgency that she knew would soon lead to orgasm.

  Clasping her hand more tightly around him, she increased the speed of her stroking while her mouth sucked and teased the sensitive tip. She sensed his groin and thigh muscles tightening with the building tension, felt his hand descend onto her shoulders for support as he rose to new heights of arousal. She wasn’t going to let up, he realized. She wanted to control him, to make him come as he had done so many times to her.

  And as she sucked him harder, stroked him harder with her hand, he found he was entirely at her mercy. He cried out as his warm, salty essence sprayed into her mouth and his penis throbbed in her grip. Then she pressed her other hand under his throbbing erection to his balls, holding them and thereby extending and prolonging the bliss. Meanwhile, he could feel her tasting him, drinking in his seed.

  She waited until she had tasted the last drop of him before withdrawing. His hands left her shoulders and instantly he tore off the blindfold. Then he looked down at her, at the splendor of her naked breasts pointing toward him with their erect nipples, at the sight of such a beautiful woman kneeling at his feet, fulfilling his secret desires.

  Gently, he cupped her face in his palm and forced her to look up at him. “That was incredible, Nicky,” he whispered. And in his calm, unblinking eyes she could see he had been surprised and extraordinarily pleased by what she had done. And perfectly sated.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Nicky went to the closet in her room and put on her robe, then brought out one for Matt.

  “Nice,” he said, slipping his arms into the soft white terry while she held it open for him. “An old boyfriend’s, I assume?”

  She pointed mischievously to the decal on his chest. “I don’t usually take things from hotels, but somehow I just couldn’t part with this one.”

  He gave her a wry smile as she turned and sauntered across her small apartment to the kitchen, where she began to root through cupboards and drawers. Coming up empty, she turned to her refrigerator, blinking against the light as she opened the door.

  She pulled out a bottle of orange juice and poured out a glass, her mind still swirling with the resonance of their lovemaking. She took a sip of the cold, tangy drink. “Thirsty yet?” she asked without turning.

  Matt didn’t answer, but crept up behind her. He drew her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck, sending a warm tickle snaking down her spine. “Turns out I do want something after all,” he said.

  His hands slipped under her robe and rose up over her buttocks to her waist. Then they fanned outward, coming around either side and meeting at her navel. Then they rose up over her abdomen to her breasts that were still tender from his fondling. Her nipples grew erect as he followed their swelling dimensions, as his lips kissed her neck.

  “If this is what you want, I’ve got lots of it,” she murmured as she turned around to him, her lips yearning for his. “But hold on a second—I’ll be right back.”

  She went to get another condom from her bedroom and came back to find him standing exactly where she’d left him. Then she tore open the packet and sank to her knees. Placing the condom in her mouth, she used her tongue and lips to draw it over his firm erection. He made a humming sound as her mouth took him in, as her mouth closed around the base of his cock. Then he drew her back to her feet and pressed her toward the heavy butcher-block table that stood in the center of the small room. Slipping his hands under her buttocks, he picked her up and laid her on her back on the plain wooden surface, her housecoat falling open over the table on either side of her. She was completely naked now—no thong, no garters, nothing to prevent him from taking her.

  Leaning over her with ravenous eyes, he drank her in, his gaze moving searchingly over her breasts with their erect nipples, down over her flat belly, down over the soft rise of her mound.

  “Do you know what I want, Nicky?”

  She started at his words, then shook her head. “No, Matt, tell me,” she replied, echoing his own words to her. Words that had stunned and thrilled her. “Tell me what it is you want.”

  But his answer wasn’t what she expected. He leaned over her ear, his whisper sending chills over her skin. “I want to make you come.”

  Dropping to his knees, he licked her inner thigh with his tongue. She shuddered in response and placed her hands on his head, sinking her fingers into his hair and trying to pull him back up.

  But he ignored her urgings and continued trailing his tongue up her thigh until he reached the warm, damp opening to her body. She reached out and clasped either side of the table, bracing herself against the mixture of yearning pain and exquisite pleasure he was assaulting her with as he trailed his lips to the peak of her clitoris. His hot, wet tongue suckled it, stroked it over and over again while she moaned in appreciation. Then he descended to the portal of her vagina, circling the juicy opening with the tip of his tongue. She could feel the muscles inside her channel tightening with need, constricting with the tension he was creating.

  Reaching between her legs, she dug her fingers into his hair as a plea to stop. But instead, he went even further, probing his tongue along the inside wall of her slick vagina until a cry escaped her lungs. He was tormenting her, making her want him inside her, making her ask for him, beg for him.

  “Please, Matt,” she breathed, knowing she was now at his mercy, just as he had been at hers earlier. “Come inside me. I want you. I want you to fuck me now.”

  “That’s what I hoped you would say,” he murmured in a soft, deep voice as he straightened up and loomed over her.

  Lifting her head, she could
see he had already rejuvenated his sexual energy and was more than ready for her, his sheathed erection jutting out from his body towards its well-prepared goal as he stood between her open legs. He grasped her ankles and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, until only her lower back was still on the table. Her buttocks were in midair, resting in the grasp of his hands. Then, leaning over her, he gave one strong thrust. She screamed as she felt the length and breadth of him reach deep inside her, forcing her to open to him.

  Groaning now with each breath, yearning for him to fulfill her, she pressed her ankles against his shoulders and pulled him towards her, urging him on. He took her cue and began thrusting in a deep, solid rhythm while Nicky felt herself spiraling out of control.

  Sensing her approaching orgasm, he increased the speed, pulling out of her completely before plunging back into her floating body that he held, and fully controlled in his hands.

  “Harder, Matt,” she begged shamelessly. “Give it to me harder.”

  Excited by her words, he plunged deeply, firmly, completely into her. A scream ripped through her, emanating from her lips. She felt herself whirling in a state of physical and spiritual elation as he matched his thrusting with the slowing pulses of release echoing inside her body.

  Then he threw off his robe and pulled her up to a sitting position, her buttocks perched on the edge of the table, her legs astride his hips. “My turn,” he whispered.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the table and carried her out of the kitchen. Then he took her to the only place in her apartment where they hadn’t had sex yet. Her bed.

  With a playful toss, he dropped her down on her back onto the mattress. She laughed as she bounced up and down a few times. Her breasts that bobbed in the air mesmerized him, drawing him, taunting him.

  While she was still laughing, he grabbed her and turned her around, so she was perched on all fours. Still standing, he pulled her back until the cleft between her buttocks was directly in front of his erect phallus.