Page 238 of Duty and Desire

“Promise?” he asked, planting a kiss on my lips.

“Promise. Now get on the bed already.”

His answering chuckle made my pussy clench. I swear. Even careful sex with this man might kill me. But it would be an awesome way to go.

“Just a minute,” he said, reaching around me to undo my bra. The straps slid down my shoulders and his eyes were huge, taking in my breasts. “I’ve been dreaming about these.”

“Have you?”

“Every fucking night. Your ass, your tits, your hair, your smile. Hell, your baking and hanging out in sweats. Everything about you gets to me.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples, turning hard tooh my God. He took their weight in each hand, massaging and squeezing. The man had large and capable hands. I thought I was in love. When he bent low to suck on my nipples, taking turns flicking and teasing them with his tongue, I shuddered and almost came. My panties were damp, clinging to the lips of my sex. Crazy town.

“You need to get on the bed,” I said, voice somewhat shaky. “Now.”

“Whatever you say.” Ziggy hustled off his jeans, his thumbs in the waistband of his navy boxer briefs. The outline of his cockwithout the denim in the way was even more impressive. “These too, Miss Cooper?”

“Hurry it up.”

At this, he outright grinned. Making this man smile was my new life goal. Except, instead of dragging down his underwear, he stopped and searched a pocket of his discarded jeans. Out came his wallet and inside were a string of three condoms. “I get checked regularly. Never have sex without protection. But we’ll go out tomorrow for more, okay?”

“First thing,” I agreed. “And I got checked for everything under the sun, moon, and stars after my ex. I’m clean.”

He nodded and tossed the prophylactics on the bed before dragging down his boxer briefs. A perfect cock sprang forth, swollen thick and lined with veins. Thank you, Baby Jesus. This man was mine. I reached out to touch, but he took a step back, climbing onto the bed with that grin again. Flat on his back, he took himself in hand and pumped once, twice. “You’ve still got your panties on, Mae. You’re getting left behind.”

“Don’t you dare start without me, Ziggy Thayer.”

“I can’t help if you’re being so damn slow.”

Mid-panty divesting, I kind of almost unfortunately lost my balance. Hopping on one foot, almost falling on my ass in front of my new boyfriend/lover/whatever he was wasn’t my finest moment. “Oh, man. I’m such a klutz.”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, still playing with himself, which wasn’t fair at all. “Watching your breasts bounce like that was every Christmas and birthday come at once. Do it again.”

I bit back a smile. He’d always seemed so serious. Yet sex with Ziggy was fun and we hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex part yet. Certainly I felt way more comfortable with him than I had with anyone in a long time. This was shaping up to be a spectacular end to a truly crappy day. An end I hoped to repeat with him often.

Without preamble, I grabbed the string of condoms and tore one free, ripping into the wrapping with my teeth. His gaze darkened, his hand moving away from his dick. I threw a leg over, sitting on his hairy thighs. Nice and muscular legs, by the way. As I wrapped my fingers around his cock, white pre-cum dribbled from the top. Good that he’d confirmed he was clean. I swiped it up with a thumb and stuck it in my mouth. Yummy and salty. This man made me hungry in all the ways.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Put it on me, sweetness. I think I’ve waited long enough.”

“It’s only been a few minutes.”

“No. It’s been days.”

I smiled and rolled the condom down over his rigid shaft. Then, leaning forward on my hands, I kissed him on the lips. The man wasted no time in tangling his hands in my hair and soul kissing me. My breasts brushed against his hard chest, my wet pussy teasing the head of his cock. Rubbing against him lit me up inside in the most beautiful way. Finally, I could take no more, holding him steady and lining him up with my entrance.

“Eyes on me,” he said.

I did as asked, pushing down, taking him deep inside. And he fit just right. About average length, but nice and thick. Hands gripped my hips, holding me steady.

“Be careful with that arm,” I reminded him, sounding slightly breathy. Exactly how a sex goddess should sound, really. The way he looked at me, the heat in his eyes, let me know he loved what he saw and then some.

Slowly I rose up before sinking back down, building a gradual rhythm. Enough to tease us both, stoking the fires without rushing. His hands rose to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them once more. It all felt so good. Heat built, sliding straight through my veins. It wasn’t easy keeping my eyes open. When I leaned forward a little and his cock hit something awesomeinside of me, my mouth dropped open on a gasp. Ziggy’s hands returned to my hips, guiding me back to that same place over and over. I placed my palms flat against his pecs, not losing my balance again but holding myself steady. Doing my best to hold myself together when everything seemed to be getting ready to fly apart.

“That’s it,” he said, voice rough and low.

All I could do was nod.

Sweat slicked both our skins and my blood hummed. It was so good, riding him, watching him, feeling him move beneath me. The determined expression on his face, the absolute focus on me. It was intense and perfect and my adrenaline surged. My knees dug into his sides, my body moving fast and sure. And his hands on me urged me on. Faster, harder, and more.

So much more.