needed more. She wanted more. Her heart beat so swiftly and loudly she was sure he could hear it. She scraped her fingernails lightly down his chest, tangling them in the hair that was there. The dark stuff was tingling against her fingers. He moaned, the sound rumbling up from his chest. He leaned back against his desk, bracing himself on his elbows.
“I’m all yours, Kate,” he said.
His muscles jumped under the touch of her fingers as she traced the line down the center of his body. She circled his nipple but didn’t touch it, following the fine dusting of hair that narrowed and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
He pushed the cups of her bra off her breasts. It hung open around them. He pulled her closer until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest.
“Kate.” He said her name and she quivered. This was what she’d always wanted from Lance. And now it was hers. He was hers.
His erection nudged her center and she clenched her vagina, wishing he was inside her. She shifted around, trying to feel the tip of his penis against her mound, but it was impossible with her skirt on. Her skirt was hiked up but it wasn’t enough.
He kissed his way down her neck and bit lightly at her nape. She shuddered, clutching at his shoulders, grinding her body harder against him.
He found the zipper on the side of her skirt. It loosened as he pushed his hands under the fabric. His big hands slipped into her panties, cupping her butt and urging her to ride him, guiding her motions against his hard-on. He bent his head and his tongue stroked her nipple, and then he suckled her.
Everything in her body tightened. She grabbed Lance’s shoulders, rubbing harder and faster against his erection as her climax washed over her. She collapsed against his chest. He held her close. Having Lance act out her fantasy, having him be the man who fulfilled her sexually was more than she’d expected. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest and listening to the beat of his heart.
This was more than just a fantasy. This was love—real love—and she didn’t know what she’d do if this didn’t last.
Lance had never seen anything more beautiful than the passion in Kate. She was more than he’d ever imagined she could be. Her makeover had shown him the woman she was, but the last week he’d helped her realize the woman she could be.
She was exquisitely built. He knew she had body issues, but he loved the imperfection of her. It was what made her a real woman and not some airbrushed ideal that he’d never be able to touch. She was so soft and feminine that she brought out all of his protective instincts, making him want to shield her from the world.
He pushed the straps of her open bra down her arms. Her breasts were full and her skin flushed from her orgasm. Slowly, he caressed her torso, almost afraid to believe that Kate was his.
Her nipples were tight little buds beckoning his mouth. He loved her breasts and couldn’t get enough of them.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice pitched low and a slight blush covering her cheeks and neck.
“For what?”
“Coming without you,” she said.
There was something very fragile about Kate and no matter how much headway he made with helping her to realize how much he wanted her, she still was unsure of herself. He pulled her more fully into his arms, cradling her to his chest. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck. Each exhalation went through him. He wanted her.
He was so hard and hot for her that he might come in his pants. But he was going to wait for her signal. That was the point of this entire dinner that he’d planned. He wanted some time alone, away from his place, where he could let her have the lead in their relationship.
He felt the minute touches of her tongue against his neck, and his cock hardened. Her hand slid down his chest, opening his belt, unfastening the button at his waistband and then lowering his zipper.
Her hand slid inside his boxers, up and down his length. He tightened his hands on her back. He glanced down his body and saw her small hand burrowed into his pants, saw her working him with such tender care he had to grit his teeth not to end it all right then. But he wanted to be inside her the next time one of them climaxed.
Glancing down, he saw her smiling up at him. He stepped away and laid down the cashmere blanket he’d brought in earlier, urging her over to it. She took a step and her loosened skirt fell off, pooling at her feet. She was left in just her skimpy lace panties and a pair of heels.
“Woman, I wish you could see yourself right now. You’d never doubt your sex appeal again.”
She smiled up at him. “It’s you,” she said. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his as he shoved his pants further down his legs and then brought them both down on the blanket, settling down on top of her. She opened her legs and he positioned himself between her thighs.
The humid warmth of her center scorched his already aroused flesh. He thrust against her without thought. Damn, she felt good.
He wanted to enter her totally naked. But they’d had a birth control discussion and she didn’t take the pill so that meant he had to keep wearing condoms.
“Can you reach my pants, honey?”
She stretched her arm to grab them. She fished the condom out of his pocket and handed it to him.
He pushed away from her for a minute, rising up on his knees. He glanced over at her and saw she was watching him. Her eyes were on his erection and that made him swell even more. He put the condom on one-handed and turned back to her.
“Hurry, Lance. I need you.”
It was the first time she’d asked him to come to her and he couldn’t resist. She opened her arms and her legs, inviting him into her body and he went. He lowered himself over her and rubbed his erection against her mound. He shifted his entire body against hers, caressing her.
She reached between his legs and fondled his sac, cupping him in her hands, and he shuddered. “Don’t do that, honey, or I won’t last.”
She smiled up at him. “Really?”
He wanted to hug her close at the look of wonder on her face. Kate was a joy as a lover because she enjoyed the hell out of him and his body and their lovemaking. “Hell, yes.”
He shifted and lifted her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her hands fluttered between them and their eyes met.
He held her hips steady and entered her slowly. He thrust deeply until he was fully seated. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips, holding him to her, eyes half-closed and head tipped back.
He leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him, her hips moving faster, demanding more. But he kept the pace slow, steady, wanting her to come again before he did.
He suckled her nipple and rotated his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust, and he felt her hands in his hair as she threw her head back and her climax ripped through her.
He started to thrust faster. He leaned back on his haunches and tipped her hips up to give him deeper access to her body. Her hips were still clenching
