“Beautiful.” He could have looked at her for hours, but now wasn’t the time, not with a party going on behind them and his dick so hard he hurt with needing her.
When she started to cover herself, Axel caught her hands and put them on his shoulders. “Hold on to me.”
Again, her short nails bit into his flesh, proving that she felt some of the same urgency that gripped him. To ease her into things, Axel forced himself to be content with her breasts for a time, sucking, licking, going from one nipple to the other.
When she trembled all over, he opened the top button of her slacks.
She kept squirming, making all those soft female sounds guaranteed to drive a man into a frenzy. He dragged the zipper down, and finally her slacks opened over a pale belly. Without hesitation, Axel tugged the pants down her hips, all the way to her knees.
She gasped, stumbling back out of reach.
Axel stared up at her. “Come back here.”
Hands folded around her middle, she made an enticing, adorable picture. Her knees peeked at him above the lowered waistband of her slacks. Her open bra framed her modest breasts and tightly puckered nipples. Moonlight glowed on her startled face, showing her uncertainty and the arousal she couldn’t hide.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” Axel soothed. “I know this is fast. Mach speed fast. And believe me, I’m not in the habit of fucking in the garden.”
Her mouth firmed at his crude language.
“Still, you can call a halt at any time.”
She watched him, keeping a scant distance that wouldn’t do her any good at all if he were the type to force a woman, which he wasn’t.
“You’d stop right now?”
It’d kill him, but…“If you said stop, of course I would.” He waited, but she kept quiet, relieving him and firing him at the same time. “You should know, from the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Deny it if you have to, but I think you felt the same.”
Again he waited, giving her time to adjust, and little by little her shoulders relaxed.
She bit her lip, then said, “This is so strange.”
“But exciting?”
“Yes.”
Axel couldn’t keep his gaze on her face, not with her body almost bare. He alternated between perusing her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and those incredible blue eyes filled with turmoil. “If you come over here,” he promised, “I’ll kiss you again. Everywhere.”
She briefly closed her eyes, fighting some internal battle, before searching his face in the darkness. “Everywhere?”
His chest labored. “Yeah.” Saying it made him feel it, the texture of her flesh on his tongue, the richer scent of her in private places. His nostrils flared, his muscles clenched. “Your mouth,” he told her. “Your nipples. Your belly.” He reached out one long arm and hooked his fingers in the top of her slacks between her knees. “If you let me get your panties down, I’ll kiss you there, too, until you can’t stand it anymore.”
Breathing hard, she allowed herself to be tugged forward.
“You’d like that,” Axel told her in a coaxing whisper. He wrapped his arms around her ass and nuzzled her soft belly, inching his lips lower, to the front of her lace undies. “Right here.” His tongue pressed, and he could barely taste her through the lace.
Her knees threatened to give out, which was answer enough for Axel. Almost.
She seemed so timid that his oft nonexistent conscience prickled. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her again, long and deep until she went limp, then began clutching at him. Finally, when her reserves had been stripped away, he said, “Sorry to press you, but I need to know you’re okay with this. I need to know you won’t have regrets.”
Her soft sigh thrilled him, as did the quiet, “No regrets,” that she murmured against his mouth.
Heart pounding, Axel looked at her body curled on his lap. Her breasts were entirely bare. Her belly trembled with each shallow, fast breath. And when he slipped his hand into her panties, her thighs opened without his instruction.
Soft, springy curls tangled around his fingers. He simply cupped her, not moving, giving her time to get used to that. She turned her face into his chest and tenderness rolled over him, taking him by surprise.
It suddenly dawned on him that she could be risking her job with the catering company, that she could end up humiliated if they got caught.
He glanced up at the house, and presumed they weren’t missed. No one hovered on the deck, searching through the darkness for them. Through the glass doors and windows, he watched people milling around and he could hear the drone of conversation mingled with music. She’d only lit a few torches before he’d distracted her, leaving the grounds dark enough to conceal them.
He kissed the top of her head, down to her ear. “Give me your mouth.”
She lifted her face and he covered her lips in a long, soft, deep, eating kiss. She clung to him, kissing him back, taking his tongue and sucking on it. And when her hips lifted, silently urging him on, he parted her gently and pressed one finger in, encountering wet heat that sent his heart into a race.
Growling, he deepened the kiss even more. Insane, wanting a woman so much when he didn’t even know her name. But now wasn’t the time to ask. No way in hell would he interrupt the moment.
She was so damn small and tight, squeezing his finger while little purring sounds escaped her and she squirmed on his lap.
Axel pulled out, then inserted another finger, amazed that he was actually stretching her and that she groaned in excitement even as she stilled in discomfort.
“Easy,” he whispered, a little awed, a little overwhelmed. “Am I hurting you?”
“Don’t talk,” she said. “Please.”
He should have been offended, but at the moment he just didn’t give a damn. He kissed her ear, dipping his tongue inside, then licking her throat, and finally down to her breasts, suckling while gently fingering her, thrusting, teasing, taking her higher and higher.
He gauged her reaction, registering each shudder, each heated sound, the way she tautened, more and more and more…
Raising his face to watch her, he put his thumb to her clitoris. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth locked. He circled, rubbed, again and again.
“Oh God.” Her thighs stiffened, her back arched, her face contorted, unself-conscious and real, and then she cried out, one hand knotted in the front of his shirt, the other fisted against his back.
Quickly, Axel covered her mouth with his own to muffle the sound of her unrestrained pleasure. Hips moving against his hand, body drowning in heat, she rode out the climax until finally she went utterly lax against him. If he hadn’t kept a tight hold on her, she’d have poured right off his lap to the leaf-covered ground.
Axel
