His breath blew hot over her chin and then her jaw. He kissed a line to her ear then sucked the lobe between his teeth. Shivers overtook her. Delicate little goose bumps dotted her flesh until she trembled uncontrollably.
He stepped back, his hands falling to the waistband of her pants. His fingers hung in the snap and he stood there staring at her heaving chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. "I have missed you so much"
He raised one finger to hook in the strap of her bra. He ran it up then down, and he grazed the tip over the swell of her breast.
“I love the lingerie.” he said.
She leaned back on the dresser, resting her palms on the top to give him a better glimpse of her cleavage.
“You’re absolutely merciless, aren’t you?” he murmured.
She smiled and arched invitingly until the barest hint of her nipples peeked at him over the lace cups of her bra. He wrapped both arms around her waist and lowered his mouth to the valley between her breasts. He kissed and nibbled at the plump swells until she gasped and struggled for each breath.
The straps had loosened and tumbled down her shoulders. He slid his palms up her body, hooked his thumbs in the straps and dragged them back down. He tugged until finally one cup slipped down and freed her breast. He licked the nipple until it puckered and strained outward. Then he closed his mouth ever so gently around the tip.
“Jensen,” she whispered as her hands tangled in his hair.
He sucked softly and then with more pressure until her entire focus was the streaks of pleasure radiating from her nipple.
Clumsily, he yanked and fumbled with the clasp of her bra until it fell completely free. He shoved it aside and focused on unbuttoning her pants, his mouth never leaving her breast.
He lifted her hips. She hoisted herself up, giving him room to pull her pants down. They fell to the floor and he took a step back and ran his gaze up and down her body.
She felt beautiful and desirable. Even irresistible. He ate her with his eyes.
Appreciation didn’t adequately describe what she saw in his gaze. This was a man who saw only her. There were no other women.
“I can’t say I ever fantasized about having sex with a woman on top of a dresser, but I’m re-evaluating. I can see the appeal.” he said.
She wiggled a little closer to him so that she was perched on the edge. Right now she wanted him so much, even the short distance to the bed seemed too much.
He tucked his finger underneath the lace of her panties and ran it along the edge until he delved into her hot, liquid heat. She leaned back, closed her eyes and moaned as he grew bolder with his exploration.
The sensation of his hands rasping lightly over her behind as he cupped her and began to slide her underwear off was enough to drive her beyond endurance. She had to have him. Her nerve endings were fried.
And then she was naked under his seeking gaze and inquisitive fingers. He stroked and caressed until she was a mass of gasping, breathless anticipation.
“No fair,” she panted. “You still have clothes on.”
He gave her a faint smile before quickly shedding his clothing. Then he dropped to his knees in front of the dresser. His hands slid sensuously up her legs, setting fire with the barest of touches.
Her breath caught and held when he parted her thighs and pressed his mouth to her most intimate flesh.
“Oh…..” She gasped.
It was all she could manage. Everything went fuzzy around her. Swimming. She was swimming in the most exquisite, mind-numbing waters she’d ever navigated.
The man was talented. He was generous. Even when he was pushed to his limits, he brought her to the brink of ecstasy before satisfying his own needs.
“Jensen, please!” She said,
He rose up, gripped her knees and yanked her forward until she perched precariously on the edge of the dresser again. There was savage menace in his expression, the look of a man pushed too far too fast and struggling to hold on with everything he had.
He found her center and plunged deep.
His hands slid under her bottom, gripped tight and pulled her to meet his thrusts.
He was deep and she felt him in every part of her soul. She ended, he began. He was a part of her, taking, giving and sharing.
He leaned forward to bury his face in her neck as he rocked against her. Lightning sizzled down her spine as he nuzzled her sensitive skin and suckled the column of her neck.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Still buried tightly inside her, he lifted her up and backed toward the bed. He fell, her on top, and they landed with a jolt.