The British Affair, page 23
He firmed his grip on her wrists. The shadow in his gaze lifted. They shared a kiss. Nothing frantic but more along the lines of a sweet, swift tasting. When he still didn’t release her wrists, she turned to a puddle of goo.
With his free hand, he shaped, molded, and massaged her boobs. Each nipple was softly kissed and licked. She started to writhe, and her breathing became a series of short pants.
When his teeth got involved and he sucked each nipple till she cried out, Emma was sure she was on her way to heaven.
Lost in a haze of desire, she moaned her disappointment when he released her wrists and stood. The sound of a metal zipper took care of the lost in a haze thing. Her vision instantly cleared, and she focused on his hands as he worked at removing his slacks. She heard an amused, manly chuckle but couldn’t tear her eyes away from the strip tease happening two feet from her face.
He peeled away his navy blue pants and stepped out of them. A sighing giggle left her mouth when he stood before her in another pair of incredibly sexy men’s briefs. The pouch of fabric covering his manly assets showed a beautiful bulge that she reached for without thinking.
Jordyn slapped her hand away and laughed. “None of that, love.”
Another giggle – this one with her laughing eyes gazing helplessly into his. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. “Sorry. Do continue.”
Expecting him to reveal the goods, she was totally unprepared for him to manhandle the snap and zipper on her jeans and squawked with alarm when she nearly fell to her ass on the floor as he aggressively tugged her jeans off.
He eyed her tiny panties and grinned. “Pink. Of course! How perfect!”
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she caressed his firm bulge through the cotton underwear. His thighs were covered with soft hair that she found weirdly hot. The imagery of her lean, hairless female nakedness at the mercy of his larger, muscled, and manly body made her shudder.
“This is the moment of truth, Em. I fully intend to leave nothing on the table and love you with a ferocious fucking.”
“Sounds good to me,” she purred.
He smiled. She grinned.
“Okay, awesome. Now for the unsexy details.” She grimaced, and he drawled, “Sorry, love. Has to be done.”
“Shit. Fine,” she grumbled. “But I’m sitting for this part.”
She sat up and rearranged until her body language and crossed legs suggested she was either a bitch or a prude. Finding the whole thing amusing, she looked up in time to find him, arms crossed, bulge growing bigger and a goofy knowing smirk on his handsome face.
“It’s been more than a year since I engaged in a sexual act.”
The absurdity of the way he stated his sexual history made her guffaw. “Engaged in a sexual act? What exactly does that mean, Knight?” she teased.
He arched a brow, and she snickered.
“As I was saying,” he replied with heavy snark, “no medical worries on my end.”
Fluffing her hair and giving him an audacious inspection with her eyes, she shrugged when it was her turn to confess her lackluster bedroom experiences.
“Hi,” she joked with her hand out in greeting. “Jilted bride. Remember?”
He took her hand and covered it with both of his. Bending from the waist as he raised her trembling fingers, he kissed her hand while performing a knightly bow.
“No one since Lord Douche Canoe?”
She heard the surprise and the pleasure in his voice. Men. Sheesh. Handing him an answer intended to shock, she replied a bit too honestly. “Not unless you want to count Mr. Wiggly.”
He blinked and released her hand. “Sorry?”
“Mr. Wiggly. A girl’s best friend. He lives in the drawer of my nightstand. I feed him batteries and use a special wash when he needs a cleanup.”
The stupefied look on his face was priceless. “You named a vibrator Mr. Wiggly. Do I have this right?”
“Guilty,” she said with her hands up. “I love words. What can I say?”
Completely unprepared for his reply to her taunts, she jolted when he asked, “Did you bring him with? Is he stashed in your bag?”
“What? Hell, no! Are you crazy? Do you think I want airline people handling my sex toys?” She shuddered to show her distaste.
“Damn,” he muttered. His eyes were bright with amusement. “I was about to request a demonstration. Purely academic, mind you. Research purposes. Guess I’ll just have to fantasize.”
She snorted with laughter.
“So having established that neither of us is bed hopping, we’ve arrived at the protection clause. Are you protected? Do we need a condom?”
Blushing from the soles of her feet to the roots of her hair, she smirked and admitted to having a ready supply of condoms stashed in her bag courtesy of Lenny.
“That was her way of suggesting I find a hot Brit to shag.”
He raised his hand and said, “Ooh, me, me! Pick me!”
She threw the small sofa pillow at him.
“So where are these condoms?” he asked.
“Oh, well, uh, here’s the thing. I, um, am on the pill. The willie-hats were for the guys because well, you never know.”
He clapped his hands together and rubbed them with glee. “Well, as stated, my willie is clean as a whistle. Does this mean we’re good to go au natural?”
Her rapid blinking was a combination of wanting to continue tossing around lewd one-liners and imagining what au natural meant. She had never allowed that last step in intimacy. Not even with her fiancé. The very idea of Jordyn sinking his big, beautiful cock inside her with no barrier sent a flood of arousal into her panties.
He stepped closer and raised her chin with his finger. “I see the idea interests you.”
“I’ve never,” she murmured. “Ever.”
His gaze smoldered. She’d never been this close to pure, animal lust before. It was quite the turn-on.
“Does it excite you, Emma love? The idea of my coming inside you.”
She answered without hesitation. “Yes.”
“Stand up and turn around.”
She rose on shaking legs and did as he asked.
“Bend and put your hands on the sofa cushion. Feet apart.”
It occurred to her as she moved into position that never before had she been so controlled. He could literally ask her to do almost anything and she would.
When she bent, he caressed her ass. “Sweet,” he growled.
With painstaking slowness, he peeled the pink thong down her legs.
“Turn around.”
She did and was rewarded with a series of kisses around her rapidly healing but still bruised knee.
Then he kissed her bare mound.
He moved slowly, kissing and licking a path that led to her neck. Her legs quivered. She wanted him to bite her, but he just hovered close with his hot breath on her skin.
At some point, she must have moved into his embrace because she found her hands on his back. Suddenly desperate for his teeth to claim her, she dug her fingernails into his flesh and growled.
Her skin prickled when Jordyn’s soft chuckle invaded her brain. “This isn’t going to be civilized, is it?”
Her answer came in the scoring of his back with her nails. Civilized? Hardly.
He chomped down hard on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She instantly lost her balance and whimpered. The arm banded around her waist kept Emma from slithering to the carpet from the carnal overload.
How they ended up back on the sofa was a mystery. So was whatever happened to his briefs. All she cared about was writhing against his body and touching him wherever she could.
Her brain registered that he was talking, but there was a ten-second delay courtesy of the desire his wicked touch unleashed. She thought he said something about fucking her into a coma. Either that or the idea was wishful thinking.
A British accent delivering deliciously crude and vulgar statements gave her the giggles. Not the laughing sort. The “yes, yes, do it now” sort.
Vaguely aware of the actual words, she didn’t focus on the meaning until he gruffly demanded her attention. Not an easy thing when his fingers were massaging her dripping pussy and she had a hand wrapped around his cock.
He tried again – this time with a pleading tone.
“Emma. Look at me, love. I have to see your eyes.”
Didn’t he realize she was busy? “Why?” she whined.
He withdrew his talented fingers and used a hand to shift her bottom. Reluctantly releasing his delightful girth, she wiggled and growled her annoyance.
“Emma!”
Her eyes flew to his. He looked … determined. And serious. She blinked. His beautiful eyes bored into hers.
“Lift your knees, love. As high as you can. I want you to feel every hard inch when I enter. Do you understand?”
She nodded and licked her lips. Oh, hell yeah, she understood.
His hand was between them. She shuddered when he grunted. The fat head of his sex demanded access. This was it. The moment when a sexy as fuck Knight claimed her. She didn’t pretend not to be aware of what their making love would mean in the light of day, but at the moment, all she wanted was his promised love-fuck.
To her surprise, his progress wasn’t easy. He was big, and apparently, she wasn’t. As he breached the entrance to her pussy, they each grunted, and her hips bucked upward in a silent demand. Her hands reached for his butt as she tried to urge for less restraint.
“Jordyn,” she moaned. “Please. I need you inside me.”
His eyes glittered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She stared into his eyes and spelled it out for him so he wouldn’t worry later. “I don’t want you to be gentle. No civility needed.”
He still hesitated.
Her legs squeezed his body, and she undulated with purpose. “Please, Jordyn. Fuck me. Hard. Don’t hold back.”
Her words were accompanied by an unmistakable and hard to ignore surge of heat and arousal that flooded her aching pussy.
That was the moment the dam broke. Her gentleman knight left his manners and all remnants of civility in the dust and thrust home with a loud grunt. He bottomed out in one stroke, causing her to cry out with barely controlled lust.
“Oh, god. Fuck, yes,” she wailed. “Again.”
With a primal growl, he reared back and thrust home again – deeper. She lost it in record fashion.
Kissing like maniacs, she withstood a ferocious pounding that only made her wetter. And more desperate. He had a body built for fucking and knew how to use it. Shifting his hips and grinding against her with his hard cock pinning her to the couch, he narrated what they were doing. Every single word melted her bones.
The sound created by her dripping arousal and his fearsome strokes created a symphony of unbridled lust that filled the air.
He spoke words of love that she almost returned. Almost.
Her body quivered and shook. She pulled her knees back further and frantically bucked her hips. A maelstrom of desperate need gathered at the base of her spine, swirling with gathering force.
Jordyn was biting her nipples and demanding between nips that she give him everything. He wanted all of her, and for some reason, the demand was not scary.
“Are you going to come for me, love?”
He pounded into her a couple of times and stopped. She whimpered and clutched his neck.
He chuckled and leaned down to rather viciously bite her neck. “Is that a yes?”
Adrift on a supersonic arc headed into an oblivion she’d only ever read about, Emma begged for release.
“I need,” she groaned. “You. Jordyn, please. I need you.”
He gave a short hiss and a triumphant grunt before unleashing a mind-blowing salvo of cock thrusts that pushed her to the edge.
He slid an arm under her ass and lifted. The movements made it feel like his fat cock went even deeper. She shuddered and lost touch with reality. An orgasm so strong she cried out with a shocked gasp shattered her into a zillion tiny pieces.
And that wasn’t the end. Before the wild pulsing in her pussy calmed, he moved her legs and put her calves on his shoulders. From that position and at an interesting angle that did crazy things to her pleasure center, he went for it.
He held her eyes and grunted with each mighty thrust. Hypnotized by the power of his loving gaze, she came a second time without warning.
Her response was like jet fuel thrown on a bonfire. Like a magnificent beast, he thundered into her with glorious abandon. She relished his primal side and exulted in his manly command of their lovemaking.
As long as she lived, Emma would never forget the sight of him as his back arched and his hips bucked with fearsome power. The veins in his neck stuck out, and unless she imagined it, the climax that struck him made Jordyn’s cock throb. She moaned as he quietly called her name over and over while emptying inside her quivering body.
His orgasm wasn’t quick. She relished his pleasure as the throbbing spasms went on and on. A tiny voice speaking from her soul suggested that a lifetime spent under his powerful, thrusting hips as he came in the depths of her pussy wouldn’t be enough. Not nearly enough. She quivered at the unbidden thought.
His journey to heaven sapped all Jordyn’s strength. Fucking Emma had been perfect. How could it not?
Collapsing on top of her after moving her legs off his shoulders, he breathed in the scent of their lovemaking. The seductive remnants of the aftermath came very close to triggering another explosion of lust. He didn’t want to ever leave the warmth of her body.
She had her fingers in his hair as he lay on her breast and tried to breathe normal. His cock was still hard, and nothing had ever felt better than her hot pussy flooded with their come.
Afraid he was crushing her, he started to draw away, but she wasn’t having it.
“Move and I’ll be forced to hurt you,” she said in a voice tinged with laughter and lust.
He rose on his forearms and searched her face. “Does m’lady need more?”
She smirked and shyly lowered her eyes. “You only have yourself to blame.”
Joy and an animalistic pleasure filled him to bursting. A woman with a greedy pussy was a rare treat – one that he suspected was bullshit. Until Emma.
With a laugh of triumph, he rolled until they dumped onto the floor and ended up with her on top. They landed with a thud. His reawakened dick got her attention in a hurry.
He put his hands on her fabulous tits and bucked into her for emphasis. “Fancy a ride?” he asked with a sly grin.
A fast lip bite and a second of pause told him she wasn’t sure about the position. Instead of being bummed, he was filled with another surge of pleasure. Her past sexual partners had been a boy and a selfish bastard. How fucking lucky was he?
He showed her how to sit, gave some basic riding instructions, and survived her experimental positioning.
When she found the angle that gave her the most pleasure, he settled in for a lovely fucking that was made all the more enjoyable by her bouncing tits and lusty grunts.
With his ultimate pleasure assured by her wild enjoyment, he concentrated on getting her off. Sliding a hand between their bodies, he plucked at her swollen clit and absorbed her cries of arousal.
She chanted his name on every plunge.
“Jordyn.”
“Jordyn.”
“Jordyn.”
Happiness flooded his heart and invaded his soul. She was totally his. Now all he had to do was help her see the truth.
Shocking the holy shit out of him, she changed positions and went with both feet flat on the floor and her hands braced against his chest. The power she leveraged with the bold move gave her total control and more than enough maneuvering room to let loose with a mind-blowing series of greedy plunges.
He put his hands on her hips and guided her movements for maximum pleasure. Her breathing changed, and her eyes glazed over. She went absolutely wild, and he had to hold on for dear life.
The sensation as her pussy tightened to a stranglehold on his dick took him out of his body. Was this what dying of pleasure felt like? She squeezed her insane muscles and milked his cock until they lost it at the same time.
Somewhere in the room, a clock ticked. He held her shaking body when she slumped on top of him. They were a mess, covered in sex sweat and about as mauled and disheveled as humanly possible.
And he’d never been happier.
After several minutes, she kissed his neck and then his face. “Don’t be mad,” she drawled in a voice that made him search her face.
“I’m going to start laughing, and I really don’t want you to take it personally.”
“Uh, say again?” Was his brain malfunctioning? Did she say she had to laugh?
She kissed his chest and rose. “Now see? You sound all miffed and pissy.”
Miffed and pissy? Sounded like an excellent name for a ladies’ only pub.
He shook his head in an effort to find some clarity. They’d just fucked like porn stars, and her first reaction afterward was to laugh? That didn’t sound good. Not for his ego.
“Is something about this funny to you?” he asked.
“Indeed it is, Sir Knight,” she replied with a great deal of smirking.
“Care to explain?”
Despite his confusion and sudden worry that he sucked as a lover, he found her giggle adorable.
“Well, it’s rather basic,” she informed him with a face full of mocking seriousness. “Turns out that my knight wields his fat broadsword with great finesse.”
What? He squinted. Was she saying what he thought she was?
When she audaciously wiggled, and he was reminded that his cock remained inside her, he grinned. What man wouldn’t?
“Ah, so you’re saying you like being poked by my sword, then? Is that it?”
She let out an amused guffaw. Her body shaking with laughter was the perfect counterpoint to the physicality of their lovemaking.
He joined in, and they laughed together. He rolled and withdrew from her luscious pussy. She threw a leg over his hip and refused to allow any farther separation. Emma had a seductive, lusty streak that pleased him to no end.
