Listed: Volume V (3 page)

Their
mouths parted eventually, and she dropped her head backward, closing her eyes
and releasing a sigh. “Feels so good,” she breathed, pressing herself against
the bulge of his arousal as their hips moved together to the rhythm of the
music.

“Mm
hmm,” he murmured, leaning down to mouth her jaw and then her throat, which
she’d exposed to him.

“Oh,
God,” she gasped, as she felt the pressure of his lips on her neck. “Feels so
good.”

“Mm,”
he hummed against her skin. His hands had started to bunch up the fabric of her
skirt at the back until he’d pulled her dress up far enough to caress the back
of her thighs and her ass.

She
suddenly realized arousal was throbbing between her thighs, and she wasn’t
really very buzzed anymore. Her mind was a little blurry, but it was from
desire rather than any significant effects of the champagne.

They
weren’t really dancing anymore. Just embracing. She raised one leg to wrap
around his thighs so she could rub her arousal against him. Since she was still
wearing very high heels, her pelvis was better aligned with his than normal.

He
grunted and lifted her slightly so her center could find the bulge in his
trousers. Their grinding against each other was enthusiastic, if a little
clumsy, and Emily huffed rhythmically in effort and pleasure as the friction
developed into the beginnings of an orgasm.

Paul
groaned and released her, taking a step back.

She
whimpered in disappointment and reached out to grab him again.

“If
we keep it up, I’m going to lose it,” he said thickly. When she gazed up at his
face, she saw his eyes were hot and urgent, and his skin had broken out in a
sheen of perspiration.

“That's
okay. I wanted to come.”

“Come
here, then,” he murmured, sitting down on a chair and drawing her onto his lap.

She
came willingly, her body throbbing with arousal and her mind whirling with
feeling and sensation. The music still sounded a slow, sensual backdrop, and
Paul’s body was so hot he seemed to burn her.

But
she loved it—she loved all of it. She let him adjust her in his lap until her
legs were draped across his thighs, and she was leaning sideways against his
chest. His hand slipped under her skirt and then under her panties until he was
fondling her intimately.

“Yeah,”
she gasped, as his touch triggered sharp ripples of pleasure. “Please, Paul!”

He
slipped two fingers inside her and massaged her clit with his thumb. And after
just a few moments, she let her head fall back as she groaned, a climax
building quickly inside her.

“You’re
so beautiful, baby,” Paul murmured hoarsely, his hand working between her legs,
and his eyes never leaving her face. “So sweet, so beautiful.”

His
words turned her on as much as his touch. She tried to ride his fingers with
her hips. “Oh God,” she choked out. “Gonna come.”

“That’s
right, baby. Come for me.” He bent his neck so he could kiss her mouth, her
cheeks, her eyelids. He murmured between kisses, “So beautiful, so sweet.”

She
came hard, shuddering on his lap and in his arms as the pleasure ripped through
her. She gasped out her pleasure and then released a broken cry as his hand
kept working, bringing her to a second orgasm on the heels of the first.

When
the sensations had worked themselves through, she relaxed into a boneless,
sated sprawl on top of him.

He
held her tightly, almost tenderly, brushing kisses into her hair—even though
his body was still tense and aroused.

In
the dazed blur of orgasmic aftermath, she felt
cherished
. Couldn't begin
to understand it.

“Oh
God,” she moaned, when her mind started working again, “That was better than
any buzz from champagne.”

 “It
better be.”

She
pulled away from him so she could see his face. His eyes were blazing with
something she barely recognized. It took her breath away.

When
she felt the beginnings of those panicked pangs from the implications of the
feeling conveyed in his gaze, she ruthlessly stifled them. She wasn't—just wasn't—going
to worry about that tonight.

Partly
as a means of distraction and partly because she noticed something in Paul's
eyes she wanted to encourage, a teasing impulse took hold of her without
warning. She summoned the will to pull herself out of his lap. “Thank you,” she
said, desperately trying to hide a smile. “That was wonderful. I really
appreciate your doing that for me. I’m kind of tired now, so I think I’ll go to
bed, if that's all right.”

Paul
just stared at her blankly and held himself perfectly still.

She
burst into a ripple of delighted laughter at his expression and, since her
knees felt a little shaky, dropped down to sit on a nearby ottoman.

Evidently
realizing he was being teased, Paul narrowed his eyes at her with an impressive
coolness, despite the way he was obviously overcome with desire.

She
laughed again and gave him a playful look. “Were you thinking we would do
something else?”

Something
changed in his expression. It suddenly became almost predatory. Paul smiled
slowly. “Are you trying to taunt me?” he drawled, a thrilling and almost
dangerous note in his voice. “I assure you—it won’t go unanswered.”

She
shivered, feeling a new clench of excitement between her legs, despite her
previous orgasms. She’d never felt this way before—sexy and playful at the same
time. She would never have believed she’d have the right to act this way with
Paul.

For
the moment, none of the anxiety and uncertainty surrounding their situation
mattered. All that mattered was he was her husband, and she was his wife, and
he needed this tonight. As much as she did.

He
was about to chase her, to carry her to bed, to take her the way he wanted. She
could see it in his eyes, in his coiled stance.

It
was exactly what she wanted.

She
adjusted her legs so she’d be ready to flee, since it wouldn’t do to give in
too easily, since she somehow sensed Paul needed the chase as much as the sex.
Her position on the ottoman wasn’t exactly elegant, but she couldn’t seem to
care. “If you’re just going to talk,” she teased, “then I really am going to go
to bed.”

Paul
made his first stalking move toward her.

Emily
jumped up and ran.

It
didn’t take him long to catch her, since she was hampered by her high heels.

She
squealed when Paul grabbed her around the waist and swung her up so she was
draped over his shoulder in an undignified way. She squirmed wildly and tried
to denounce him as a Neanderthal, but she was laughing too hard and too turned
on to do either very effectively.

She
felt his shoulder beneath her middle shaking with amusement, even though he
managed to maintain a mostly militant composure.

He
carried her into the master bedroom, and Emily started to shudder with
anticipation. It wasn’t particularly comfortable to be slung over his shoulder
like a sack of grain, but she’d be lying if she claimed it didn't excite her.

Determined
to not submit too easily, however, she pounded him with her fists on his
back—the only part of his body she could easily reach—and tried to wriggle out
of his hard grip, calling down creative maledictions on his cruel, caveman
ways.

Paul
responded with a crisp pop on her ass.

“Oh!”
she cried, absolutely astonished by a sharp clench of desire at the feel of his
swatting her ass. Or maybe it was just the friction from the way she was
writhing in his grip.

When
Paul reached the bedside, he swung her down off his shoulder and deposited her
on the bed. His eyes were hot and excited, and he gave her a predatory smile “Did
you like that?”

Emily
couldn’t help by squirm as her body rippled with pleasure. “Of course not,” she
managed to say. “I don’t respond to caveman tactics. But I'm very generous and
I forgive you. So get down here.” She grabbed his tie and pulled him down on
top of her.

They
kissed, hard and urgent, with Paul pressing his hot weight on top of her. She
was so aroused she rubbed her hips against his, shamelessly loving the tight
bulge she felt in his trousers.

She
loved that he was so turned on. Just as turned on as she was.

They
kissed and rocked together with increasing eagerness. Then Paul turned Emily
over so she was lying on her stomach, and he raised her hips so her bottom was
higher than the rest of her body.

She
panted frantically against the pillow, her whole body shaking in anticipation.
She looked over her shoulder to see Paul fumbling with the zipper of his
trousers. They both were still mostly dressed. She even still had her shoes on.
But the clothes just made the whole thing sexier and somehow naughtier.

They’d
only had sex a few times, and those times had always been missionary.

Emily
blood raced at the thought of his taking her from behind.

“Is
this all right, baby?” he asked, as he lifted her skirt, moved aside her
panties, and lined up his erection at her very wet entrance.  His expression
was hot and intense and fierce somehow. She’d never seen him look quite like
that before.

She
smothered a giggle at how sweet he was—still concerned about her even when he
was supposed to be a caveman. “Oh, God, yeah. Please.” She wriggled her butt a
little, dying to feel him inside her.

He
closed his eyes as he pitched his hips forward. The penetration felt
different—deeper, more intense—than it had in the previous position they’d
used. She choked on a whimper of deep pleasure as the pressure intensified.

It
didn’t hurt. It just felt like so
much
. And she desperately wanted it.

Paul
gripped the soft flesh of her hips as he began to thrust in a fast rhythm,
pushing her body forward on every thrust. He was already more out of control
than she was used to seeing him, but she loved it, wanted it, needed it.

It
seemed to match the way she was feeling too.

She
fisted her hands in the bedding and tried to push her bottom back toward his
thrusts, but she didn’t have much leverage in this position. Her cheek was
pressed against the pillow, and she panted hotly as the sensations intensified
implausibly fast.

Paul
was grunting rhythmically, primitive and animalistic. She knew he needed this,
needed to let himself go. And that knowledge gave her as much pleasure as the
physical stimulation. The feelings spiraled up, blurring her vision and
tightening her chest.

Their
sex wasn’t really rough—at least, not by regular standards—but Paul was being
less gentle than he’d been with her before. They were shaking the bed now with
their motion, and their skin was slapping together. The carnal sounds made the
whole thing even hotter.

She
heard herself making little sobbing sounds as the sensations got more and more
intense. Paul’s grunting was getting louder too, and his hands tightened almost
painfully on her hips.

He
was about to come. She knew it, and she didn’t want his pleasure to be dampened
by the knowledge that he’d come before she did. So she squeezed one of her
hands beneath her body so she could rub her clit.

She
cried out loudly as she massaged herself, causing her body and the pleasure to
tighten down.

“Come,
baby,” Paul choked out. “Come now.” He was visibly trying to hold himself back.

Her
body rocked with a hard orgasm. She smothered a cry with the pillow.

Paul
came too with a loud roar, his hips jerking clumsily against her ass as he rode
out his climax.

They
were both still shaking in the aftermath when he kind of collapsed on top of
her, his weight suddenly descending on her back.

She
grunted in surprise, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She liked how overwhelmed and
replete and boneless he felt on top of her.

“Sorry,”
he mumbled, lifting himself up enough to turn her over onto her back, and then
more gently easing his weight down on top of her.

She
gathered him into her arms, spreading her legs so he could settle more
comfortably between them. He was hot and sweating beneath his evening suit, and
he buried his face in the hollow of her neck, pressing a few clumsy kisses
against her skin.

“That
was so good,” she murmured, softly stroking his back. “God, Paul, that was
good.”

She
didn’t expect a response. Not yet. She would have thought that, as he got used
to having sex with her, he wouldn’t have been so leveled by the completion.
But, if anything, it seemed to affect him more now than it had at the
beginning. It was like he poured all of himself into it, and it took a while to
gather himself back.

She
loved it and feared it both.

After
a few minutes, she started to feel a little uncomfortable. He had come inside
her, and she felt a little sloppy because of it. Plus, he was kind of heavy.
She tried not to shift beneath him, however, since he was still breathing
raggedly and hadn’t yet lifted his head.