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She exploded in his mouth with a long moan, her body quaking, her pussy flooding with welcome relief. Simon continued to lave, drawing out her climax until she was a quivering mess, before he drew himself up and kissed her.
Her arms tightened around his neck. She stretched and yanked his head down, frantic for contact. The taste of herself on his lips as he kissed her senseless made her undulate her hips, feeling his rock-hard erection rubbing between her thighs. She needed him inside her. Desperately.
“Fuck me, Simon. Please.” She begged without any shame, feeling the emptiness that only he could fill.
“Upstairs.” He groaned as his mouth pulled away from hers. He gripped her ass, grinding himself against her.
“Here. Now,” she insisted as she turned and faced the wall of the elevator. Placing her hands on the wall, she bent at the waist and opened her legs wide and told him, “My hands will stay on the wall. Please. Just do it. I need you now.”
“Fuck!” His curse was frustrated, but so passionate that Kara wasn’t surprised to hear the zipper of his pants lowering.
Yes. Another victory.
“I need you.” Simon’s hoarse whisper was almost inaudible. Kara knew he hadn’t meant for her to hear him, but she did. The quiet, harshly uttered words echoed in her mind, drawing forth an answering primal response that nearly brought her to her knees.
The air in the elevator was steamy and the only sound in the small, cramped space was the ragged, uneven breaths coming from their mouths, as she waited for him to impale her, to feel him filling up the lonely places inside her. “Please, Simon. Now.”
Kara nearly sobbed with relief as she felt the blunt head of his cock brush the needy flesh between her spread legs. His large hands gripped her hips with an almost savage strength, pulling her back against him, his cock slamming into her slick channel with one powerful, hard stroke.
She gasped from the pure elation of Simon’s possession. “Did I hurt you?” Simon rasped as she felt his body tense. “You’re so tight.”
“No. No. It just feels so good.” She pushed back against him, urging him to move.
“Jesus, Kara. You deserve better than getting fucked in a damn elevator.” Simon groaned as he pulled back, tightened his grip on her hips and buried himself to the root inside her again. “But I can’t stop. Never want to stop.”
“You can’t stop. I couldn’t take it if you stopped. Harder, Simon. Give me more.” Her head fell back as Simon started an even, deep rhythm that threatened to drive her insane. The coarse wool of his sweater abraded her spine as he leaned forward, his body curling around her protectively as he kept up a hard, punishing thrust with his hips. In and out. Over and over. She quivered as his hot, uncontrolled breath hit the side of her face as he nipped at the tender flesh of her neck.
Never had she experienced a need so volatile and untamed. Yearning to hold him as he pounded into her, she gripped the metal balance bar and shoved her pelvis back, meeting Simon stroke for stroke, needing the contact of skin on skin wherever she could get it.
One of his hands left her hip and slid down the front of her, between her thighs. He caressed the springy curls before his fingers slipped lower, so very close to the swollen bud of flesh right above his pounding cock.
“Oh, God!” Every nerve in her body throbbed as Simon’s fingers circled her clit, making her hips slam back on his cock with a strength that she didn’t know she had. “Touch me. Please.”
“Come for me,” Simon’s deep voice commanded as his fingers zeroed in on the tiny bud of flesh that was aching for his touch.
Whimpering, her head fell forward and she was blinded by the curtain of hair that was swinging wildly from Simon’s brutal thrusts. She closed her eyes, nearly unable to bear the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body as his fingers stroked relentlessly over her clit while his cock possessed her channel, owning her, taking her, melding their bodies together until she wasn’t sure whether the ruthless desire belonged to her or to Simon.
Her climax hit with a jarring explosion that had her crying out his name as spasms wracked her body, a body that was held in helpless thrall, unable to do anything except ride out the sharp, endless orgasm that was rocking her body.
“Fuck!” Simon’s hand returned to her hip, both hands gripping her firmly, tightly as his cock cleaved into her faster, deeper. A groan that held both agony and anguish sprang from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding Kara with the heat of his release.
She would have sunk to the floor, her legs unable to hold her up, had Simon not wound a steely arm around her waist, keeping her upright. He turned her gently and wrapped his strong arms around her utterly limp body. Their breathing was heavy and labored.
She lifted her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder, unable to think.
Simon supported her weight, stroking her hair gently as his breathing slowed.
It took her several minutes to speak. “I’m a mess. I need to go back to the condo for a few minutes.” Looking at the remnants of her underwear lying on the floor, she added, “I guess I need to get a new pair of panties, too.”
Simon’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “Did you lose them?”
She pulled back, her heart melting at the naughty, amused look in his eyes. “No. Some caveman ripped them off me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Must have been some lusty encounter.” He pushed her hair back from her eyes, draping it softly over her shoulder. “I’ll buy you more.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need more. I have several drawers filled with lingerie. I could go without doing laundry for a month. I’ve never owned so much lingerie in my entire life.”
“I’ll still get you more. If what you have is as sexy as the pair I just destroyed, it won’t last long.” His voice was hoarse with a touch of warning flowing through his words.