Page 8 of Ten Day Affair

“I’d love for you to show me if they’re my thing after all,” she whispers, brushing her lips against mine. They’re soft and testing.

I don’t move at first, letting her take the lead. The kiss is soft at first, more question than answer, testing me. Heat builds fast between us, but I keep myself still. Barely.

Until her arms slide around my neck.

Then I sink in, deepening the kiss, my mouth opening against hers. She responds instantly, hungry now. Her lips part for me, and the second our tongues meet, something in me slips.

I slide my hands up her body, fingers skimming the silk until they find the curve of her breasts. My thumbs brush over her hard nipples beneath the fabric, and she gasps against my mouth.

She starts to move against me, her hips shifting. There’s no way she doesn’t feel how hard I am now, pressed against her. She presses closer, like she wants to make damn sure I know she feels it too.

I’m just about to kiss my way down her neck when her hand drops between us.

And then she touches me. It’s bold and confident, with no hesitation at all.

I stiffen as arousal takes over, then relax when she takes my hand and places it just under the hem of her short shorts. I push it up, feeling the bare skin of her round ass.

She’s not wearing any panties. Fuck.

I break the kiss, dragging my mouth across her jaw and down her neck as my hand shifts lower. My fingers slide along the curve of her ass, then dip forward and find her wet.

The way she gasps when I touch her there nearly undoes me.

She unbuttons my pants, slipping her hand inside with no hesitation, grabbing my cock. My breath catches as I trail my fingers up her stomach, then hook them into the waistband of her shorts and push them down. They slide to the floor, joining her robe.

Her skin prickles under my touch. Goosebumps rise everywhere I graze.

“You feel so good,” I murmur against her skin, groaning when she starts to stroke. “Once we get started…?”

Her breath catches. “We’ll finish,” she whispers. “Don't you worry about that.”

She shifts against me, her hips arching into my hand. “Just this once. Because it must mean something that you ended up here tonight. Let's call it a sign.”

Then her voice breaks into a moan. “Oh my God, yes. Right there.”

I find the spot that makes her hips jerk and her breath catch.

“Yeah. Mmm, right there,” she murmurs again.

I want to push her to the edge. No hesitation, no second thoughts.

I catch her wrist, stilling her hand on my cock, not to stop her, just to slow things down, to control it. I want to make it last.

“Come here,” I murmur, guiding her back, step by step, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of a cushioned lounge chair.

She sinks into it, and I follow, never breaking contact. My fingers stay between her legs, slick and insistent, pumping inside of her. My thumb circles her clit, slowly and sensually, until she gasps and arches up into me.

“Take it off for me,” I ask her, wanting to see her naked beauty. She pulls her camisole off, her breasts full and creamy, her nipples so pink and perfect. “You're gorgeous. Lay down.”

She whines when I take my hand away from her wet lips and put them in my mouth. She lies back, her eyes never leaving mine as I lick every trace of her from my fingers.

I push my pants down, watching as she bites her bottom lip when my hard cock springs free. She locks eyes with me.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmurs, her fingers sliding between her thighs. She starts to circle her clit while she locks in on my cock. “I want to feel you inside me. I’m on the pill, but… do you have a condom?”

I don't answer. Not out loud.

Instead, I bend down and kiss my way down her stomach, then drop to my knees in front of her.