She lay in bed, her clothes strewn across the bedroom floor, the covers thrown back. The urgency had been building all day, the look of hunger she’d seen in his eyes across the conference table. The teasing, flirtatious emails.
Over the months her want for him had grown from a tantalising crush to an all consuming need.
She’d lost count of the nights she’d lay awake, tortured by the images he’d created in her overactive mind. A million times she’d played out how it would happen, how he would take her and finally, mercifully sate this intense burning desire.
She closed her eyes and felt his presence. He leaned over her, his skin as bare as hers. Her nipples brushed against his broad chest. She inhaled his scent, felt the warmth emanating from his body. Savoured that first subtle brush of his lips against hers.
She sighed as his tongue parted her lips and she opened her mouth to his. His strong masculine fingers caressed her feverish skin. Slowly, methodically stroking over every part of her, ignoring her urgent murmurs for more haste.
He took his time, brushing his thumbs over her painfully hard, sensitive nipples. Her breaths came in pants now as his fingers circled across her stomach, slowly, all too slowly making their way to the heated core of her. The place where she craved his touch the most.
He played her body, the way a classical musician played their instrument. Never before did she believe a woman had wanted a man the way she wanted this one. She wanted to be a part of him, to crawl under his skin and consume him from within, so that he might feel for her, for a split second, the way she felt for him every second of every day.
His kiss deepened as his fingers brushed delicately over her warm sex before parting her smooth, damp lips and pressing against her swollen, aching clit. Her eyes flew open, meeting his. He held his fingers still and she couldn’t contain her whimpering groan.
It felt like an eternity that he kept her there, on the very edge of of all she’d dreamed of for the months leading up to this moment. She lifted her hips to him, urging him on. ‘Please’ she whispered, letting every bit of the want, desire and need she felt fill that single word.
His eyes darkened, his own mental battles were happening behind those dark brown pools. She knew it, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, not now. For now, she just needed him. It was a physical pain she could no longer endure.
His fingers began to move. Rhythmically circling the sweetest, most sensitive part of her. She was almost embarrassed by the amount of juices pouring from her, how close she was already to giving him all she had.
He held her gaze as his hand shifted. His thumb replacing his fingers on her pulsating clit. Two fingers searching....and finding her clenching entrance. ‘Oh God’ she said in awe. Slowly, purposefully he sank his fingers inside her, watching every nuance of her face, every fraction of her reactions burning into his memory.
Pleasure swamped her. Every fibre of her body belonged to him at that moment. The orgasm built from deep within, steadily climbing to it’s peak. He kept it there, climbing, never quite taking her over. If she had a rational thought in her mind she’d marvel at how he knew her body better than any man she’d known, yet this was the first time he’d touched her...
As he lowered his head, suckling a perfect, pink nipple into his mouth, he pressed firmly on her clit and buried his fingers deep, curling them in the depths of her until they hit on the exact spot she needed friction.
A silent scream tore from her lips, her whole body tensed as the delicious release rushed from her in wave after wave of sheer ecstasy. Colours blinded her, she was drowning in sensations that seemed never ending.
Still the orgasm rushed on, he held her through every delicious shudder and gasp, until sobs of relief racked her. When the final tremors subsided, she opened her eyes...and he was gone.
Her own cramped fingers were still buried inside her, coated in her pleasure. She sighed deeply. The need had been sated, for now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it built to painful proportions again. Would he ever feed this hunger? Could he?
