He must have startled her at first because it took a minute before she melted in his embrace. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and he lifted her up. Two steps and he plopped her down on the counter, slipping between her thighs. Not caring who might catch them, he gripped her shirt, letting go of her lips only long enough to yank it over her head. She made the sexiest little whimper when his hands covered her breasts. The lace-covered peaks pressed into his palms as he gently massaged. She slid her hands down to his chest, her touch sending sparks straight to his groin. Suddenly she shoved him, and he stumbled back. With a smile she hopped off the counter, grabbed his hand, and dragged him down the hall.
She pulled him into the study and shoved the door closed behind them. She grabbed onto his belt loops and pulled his hips to hers. He fisted his hands in her hair, their mouths coming together in a soft, wet, passionate kiss. Her hands went for his zipper.
“Your sisters?” he murmured against her mouth.
She pulled away, walked over to the door, and turned the lock. She turned back to him and smiled. Instead of coming back, she popped the button on her jeans. He watched dumbfounded as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down over her hips. She shimmied a bit, and they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, and with flick of her ankle, she kicked them away.
“You’re staring,” she said with a smile.
He nodded, wishing he had a camera to capture the sight in front of him. “I can’t help it. You could be gracing the pages of Playboy.”
She did a small turn, letting him get a view of her backside. The lacy material stretched across her ass held high on her hips by a thin strip.
Standing there in black lace, she crooked her finger at him. As if an invisible string attached him to it, he was drawn to her. She met him halfway and pushed him down onto the couch. Jessie smiled as she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
“Let’s take this off.” She tugged on his t-shirt, and he helped her strip it off.
Their movements had her rocking back and forth. His cock surged against his zipper, demanding freedom. Her eyes widened, and her fingers squeezed his shoulders. His hands locked on her hips, and he pulled her close.
“These aren’t your favorites or anything, are they?” He twirled the elastic at her hips around his fingers.
“No, why?” she asked as he yanked them, grimacing when the popped free.
She looked down at him as she lifted her hips and let him pull the material out from in between them. “What’s wrong?”
“Not exactly the effect I was going for.” He slid one of his hands up her back, and with a flick of his fingers, he had her bra undone.
“Haven’t lost my touch.” She laughed as he slid it off and held it up in the air, twirling it around on his finger.
“I forgot how much fun you are.” She collapsed against his chest in fit of laughter.
He stroked her bare back, loving the way she arched into his embrace. “Is there anything else I can help you remember?”
“I’ve got it from here.” She pressed a few scattered kisses to his chest as she worked her way to his mouth.
Their kiss fried his brain. She tasted sweet, yet hot. Their tongues dueled in a frantic rhythm. She purred as her fingers fought with the button on his jeans. He tilted his hips, giving her the room she needed. Once she had them open, she reached in and freed his cock.
He groaned as she stroked him from tip to base. Her thumb ran over the sensitive head, and he thought he was going to lose it. She lifted up and guided him to her entrance, but instead of sliding him in, she rubbed the head of his erection along her slippery folds. It must have felt as good for her as it did for him, because they both moaned. She trembled as she let the tip slip inside. He held her hips tight, urging her down.
“Oh my God,” Jessie moaned out on a long, drawn-out sigh.
He let her take it from there. Her hips rocked, then she added a lift and lower to the rhythm. His fingers pressed so hard he was afraid he was going to leave bruises, but he couldn’t let go.
“Jessie, shit, oh shit.” He couldn’t even manage to tell her how fucking unbelievable she felt wrapped around him.
The rush of blood to his groin cut off the rest of his body’s commands, including his capability of speech. Jessie didn’t seem to mind. Her shiny pink nails dug into his chest as she pushed herself up. Victor slid his hands up her back, closing over shoulders. With every downward motion she made, he pulled her harder. Her moans grew louder, and she began to increase the speed of her movements.
Victor looked up at her. With her head thrown back mouth open and eyes closed, she would make the perfect description of someone lost in ecstasy. The image pushed him closer to the edge of the abyss.
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