SilkenSeduction (9 page)

The moment the door closed behind them, Evan turned her in
his arms and ravished her mouth in a soul-searing kiss that communicated his
raw need. Temair peeled off his jacket, followed by his shirt, tie and
undershirt, all the while they attacked each other with hot kisses and nips.
His hands were everywhere at once, caressing, touching and kneading her body
into a quivering mass of ravenous woman. She couldn’t stop. She had to have
him, fucking her, pounding her pussy.

He unhooked the top of her dress, letting it fall to her
waist, baring her breasts for him to enjoy. Temair gasped when he captured a
nipple and suckled it. Teasing the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue,
flicking it then tugging on it gently with his teeth nearly made her come
unglued. Never had anyone devoured her breasts in such a manner, but she liked
it and wanted more. His actions soaked her pussy.

She worked her hands inside his pants and freed his cock.
Stroking it, caressing it, she loved the solid feel of it in her palm. His
lips, his mouth, his tongue lavished her breasts. Each nip of his teeth and
flick of his tongue to her nipples increased her desire. With little effort,
her dress shimmied from her waist and floated into a roll of silk around her
ankles. His hand slipped beneath her thong. His finger slid along her slick
slit. Wet. He had her so wet. All she could think about was fucking him.

Without her realizing it, he led her backward across the
room. Cold coated her flesh the moment her back pressed against the glass. He
released her long enough to sheath his cock with a condom.

“The moment I saw these windows, I knew I had to fuck you
here.”

He hoisted her up against the glass and shifted her thong to
one side. Temair wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her arms around
his neck. Swift and sure, he plunged into her dripping-wet pussy. She gasped in
ecstasy.

“Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me.”

The coldness of the glass to her ass gave a phenomenal
contrast to the heat pouring through her pussy. Cold and hot. The two collided,
shattering any resistance she had left. She dug her nails into his shoulders,
riding him, grinding into him over and over. She couldn’t get enough.
Everything inside her soared to new, exciting heights. He squeezed her thighs,
boring the silk into her flesh and she liked the friction the material caused
to her skin.

Evan suddenly pulled out and lowered her to stand. Legs
trembling, she gasped for a steady breath. Slowly he turned her to face the
window. He strummed her nipples, pressing her into the cool glass. With each
tweak of a taut bud, the coldness to its tip sent hot shards of need to her pussy.

His hot breath caressed her ear. “Spread your legs, Temair.
I’m not done fucking you.”

She followed his command, leaned against the window and
spread her legs. Hot hands rubbed her thighs, creating a phenomenal thrill of
friction to her flesh beneath the sexy stockings. Warm lips trailed her back,
leaving heated kisses and nips in their wake. Her insides coiled in
anticipation of his reentry as he rolled her ass cheeks in his hands. He
grabbed her hips and entered her pussy, hard.

“Yes,” she growled. “Yes. Hard. I want it harder.”

He fisted her hair and pressed his chest to her back,
pushing her tighter against the glass. “You like it rough?”

She couldn’t believe she was saying it, but she couldn’t
stop the words. “Yes. Fuck me, rough and hard. I want it.”

His hand tightened in her hair, but the pain only added to
her pleasure as he pumped into her from behind. Palms flat, she tried to gain
leverage against the window, but his forceful pumps kept her on her toes as she
stood on the slender ledge that ran along the bottom of the windows. Balancing
on stilettos was difficult enough, but doing it while Evan fucked her tipped
the scales toward extreme sex sports. One hand in her hair, the other gripped
her hip. All she could do was struggle to remain upright, pray the glass held,
and enjoy the fucking.

Looking out over the city, breasts flattened to the glass,
being fucked from behind, excited her even more. Knowing thousands of people
stood on the streets as she was experiencing the fuck of a lifetime tripled her
excitement. Even though she knew they couldn’t see her, the idea that they were
watching had her on edge.

“Harder,” she ground out over her shoulder and Evan granted
her request.

Each thrust lifted her onto her tippy-toes. Moisture rolled
down the insides of her thighs. She’d never been so wet in her life. When he
released her hair and clasped both hands on to her hips, she knew he was close.
Temair maneuvered her hand between the glass and her pussy. She fingered her
clit. An orgasmic wave rolled over her that nearly brought her to her knees. If
he didn’t have a hold on her, she would have collapsed.

She shook from head to toe, falling back against him. His
cock nestled in her pussy, trapped between her thighs. She refused to let him
slip out until she was ready. He held her. His breathing matched hers—harsh,
short gasps for air. Their heartbeats drummed to the same rapid beat. Several
long moments passed before either could speak.

Evan kissed the top of her head. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she said as she rested in his arms. “But I don’t
think I’ll ever walk again. Or look at a window the same.”

His robust laughter made her laugh. His cock slipped from
her pussy and though she wanted to protest, she couldn’t. Every ounce of her
was sated. He lifted her and kissed her tenderly.

“I think we’ve earned a nice hot soak in a bath.”

Chapter Eight

She nuzzled his neck, filling each breath with his
scent—pure man and aftershave. Umm, delectable even mixed with a hint of
perspiration. How he’d gotten sweaty made her smile. She’d done that to him.
More precisely, they’d done that to each other. Her skin wore a sheen of
just-been-fucked as well. Temair loved the way he held her close and carried
her without an ounce of difficulty.

The bathroom had a glorious view and a gorgeous oversized
tub built perfectly for two. He set her on a chair at the vanity, kissed her
brow, then turned his back to her as he disposed of the condom. From behind, he
looked good bent over, turning on the faucet and testing the water temperature
for the bath. For the second time today, he’d fucked her with his pants on.
Temair stifled the urge to laugh. God, they’d been so hot for one another,
clothes obviously didn’t hamper their desire or prevent her from being sated.

He faced her and she smiled. He’d tucked his cock inside his
pants but hadn’t zipped. Temair grabbed him by the belt buckle and tugged him
closer.

“Come here, Evan. I think it’s time you got more
comfortable.”

His hand wrapped around hers, stilling her attempts. “This
evening is all about you. Making you comfortable and showing you how beautiful
you truly are. My comfort is not a priority. Yours is.” He knelt while holding
her hands then kissed the inside of each palm before tucking them in her lap.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

The heat in his eyes made her heart thump and her pussy hum.
Evan gathered an ankle, removed the stiletto then pressed his nose into the
ball of her foot and toes, audibly inhaling, right before he sucked her big
toe. Temair nearly slid off the seat. The warmth of his mouth, the skill of his
tongue laving her toes with a sensual massage made her pussy clench. She
clutched the seat the moment his fingers caressed her calf to behind her knee.
Slowly he fingered her flesh through the silk stockings in sensual circular
motions while tonguing her toes, the ball of her foot, then tickling her
sensitive arch.

Any other time she would’ve giggled, but he had her so
turned-on, the natural reaction died in her throat. Her clit throbbed in need
of his touch, but he never extended his reach past mid-thigh. She sucked in a
stuttered breath as he trailed the tip of his tongue lightly up the inside of
her leg, hovered for a millisecond at the edge of her stocking, then nipped the
tender exposed flesh before switching legs.

Damn!
She’d wanted him to suckle her clit to ease a
smidgeon of the sexual tension tormenting her core. With his eyes closed, the
expression on his face was one of pure enjoyment. Just watching him administer
loving licks and gentle massages speared her pussy with a renewed desperation
to be fucked. Before Evan, she never knew the pleasures derived from the simple
touch to a special spot on the foot or leg. Never felt the exquisite sensations
he gave her with each suck of a toe or lick along the arch of her foot. He had
her on the edge of sheer ecstasy. And she wanted more.

“Evan,” she gasped. “I need…”

He hooked her legs over his shoulders and kissed his way up
the inside of her thigh. Temair impatiently lifted her hips off the chair and
shoved the thong to one side. “Evan, please,” she begged.

He gifted her with a devastatingly sexy smile that would
forever be burned inside her memory bank as unforgettable, right before he
separated her folds and captured her swollen bud. All she needed was his mouth,
sucking and lavishing her clit. But he also rewarded her with his fingers
strumming her slit then delving in deep, two at a time, fucking her. Temair
bucked against his tongue, gripping the chair seat for traction. His fingers
worked her pussy to perfection.

His opposite hand massaged her ass, giving her added
support. The feel of his hand shifting on her bottom should have alarmed her,
but it didn’t. She was so enthralled with his touch she couldn’t—no,
wouldn’t—have stopped him. Not when his fingers and mouth provided enormous
pleasure. The thumb of his opposite hand slid along her slit from anus to pussy
then back again. While the fingers of one hand fucked her pussy, and his mouth
and tongue teased her clit, his thumb gained entrance into her tight hole.

Temair screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through her.
Evan suckled her clit tenderly then kissed the inside of each thigh. His
fingers left her pussy but his thumb stayed, inching back and forth in a
gentle, sensual assault. God, it felt so good. Every ounce of her was relaxed
and she liked the tender fuck he gave her ass.

She met his hooded gaze and saw his wicked smile. Those
dimples gave him ten times more sex appeal. He pressed farther into her ass
with his thumb as his eyes never left hers. Once it was as far as it would go
he swirled it in a circle inside her and she thought she’d shatter from the
erotic sensations that shot through her core.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a disaster
on the verge of happening. “Evan, the tub.”

He moved swiftly, stopping the water before it overflowed.
He shot a look her way as he drained some of it. “See how you distract me?” He
tsked. “The beauty of your legs, the sweet taste of your pussy and your
alluring ass made me forget the task at hand.”

Temair grinned until he stood, removed his shoes and socks
then undid his pants and stepped out of them, taking his boxers off in the same
motion. She couldn’t take her eyes from him. He was a vision of pure male
excellence in her opinion. Tall and lean with a defined six-pack and a cock she
knew could give tremendous pleasure. Those eyes stared at her, setting her soul
on fire with a need to fuck him, again and again. Temair doubted she’d ever get
tired of sex with Evan as long as he looked at her with such a predatory gleam
filled with sexual promise.

Evan helped her stand then effortlessly undressed her.
Considering the only items she still wore were the garter, stockings and thong,
it took mere seconds for her to become totally naked. He tested the water and
held her hand as she stepped in.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he stated as he turned and hurried
out of the bathroom. He returned carrying two glasses and an open bottle of
champagne. He set them on the wide window ledge behind the tub then settled
into the water behind her. He poured them each a glass and handed her one.

Temair relaxed against him. She loved the feel of him
stretched out around her as they soaked. He reached his glass to hers and gave
a toast. His warm breath caressed her ear. “Here’s to an evening of pleasure.”

Her insides trembled at the thought of fucking him again.
His cock lay nestled against the small of her back and she couldn’t help but
hunger for another adventure in sexual exploration with Evan. His thumb had
awakened her curiosity and ignited a different desire she wished to sample.

Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and casually sipped
the champagne. Sweet yet dry with a hint of strawberry. She hadn’t noticed the
piece of fruit in the bottom of her glass until now. An unstoppable smile crossed
her lips. He’d thought of every detail right down to her favorite fruit. Temair
wiggled her bottom closer to his cock and balls. They twitched against her
backside, making her giddy with power. If she reached between them, could she
coax him into a more solid state?

Tilting her chin, she looked over her shoulder. He appeared
relaxed. His eyes were closed and his head rested on a bath pillow. The
champagne glass was held loosely in one hand, while the other absently played
with her hair. This felt comfortable. Sexy, yet comfortable just the same. She
rested, enjoying just having him as a cushion in the tub. Silently she sipped
her champagne and let the warmth of the water soothe her tender spots. And
after coming twice already, she hated to admit she was a bit sore between her
thighs.

“Relax, Temair,” he whispered. “Let the water soothe our
tired muscles and reenergize our souls. Simply lean into me and let me hold
you.”

The soft tone of his accent and the simple request in his
words made her want nothing more than to lie there forever. His legs wrapped
around her. He set his champagne on the ledge and refilled both glasses as she
held hers steady. Temair settled against him, her head resting on his chest as
his fingers gently stroked the side of her neck. A sense of belonging filled
her. With this man, in this tub, life was good.