Chapter 5

With his arm still locked around her waist, he pulled her closer and slid the thumb of his free hand across her full bottom lip. Against her will, her body shuddered and she nearly melted from embarrassment when his grin grew wider.

"I make you nervous, don't I?"

He did, but she wasn't going to admit that to him. She was a grown woman. Even though he was almost thirty, to her, he was barely legal. How would it look to admit that a kid, practically half her age, made her nervous?"

"No, of course not," she blurted out quickly, just a little too quickly.

"You're lying," he said softly, and to prove his point he slid his thumb across her upper lip this time, and as if on cue she shivered again.

"Your attraction to me makes you nervous." He dipped his head to her neck, brushing his lips against her skin, before snagging the spaghetti strap of her gown with his teeth, to drag it until it fell from her shoulder, revealing the upper swell of her right breast. "To be honest, you make me nervous too, but in a good way."

A shocked gasp escaped her lips at the same time he traced a path of kisses along her neck all the way down to the top of her breast. She wasn't sure if it was his kisses or the revelation that shocked her, probably both.

"Christ, Virginia. I want you," he murmured against her skin. "I've wanted you from the day I first met you," he whispered as he skimmed his hand up her body to tug the other strap down.

She struggled to wrap her mind around his words. She had always been polite, but aloof in her dealings with him, and yet he claimed he'd harbored an attraction to her for two years. The sincerity of his declaration boosted her confidence, but she still could not shake the slight doubt that nagged her.

"Steve," she rasped out when he moved to push her gown down her body. She shook her head and clutched the thin material at her breasts just before it could slip to the floor. She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his searching gaze.

"I—I," she struggled to say the words. She was a tough-as-nails corporate exec. That was how he knew her—how everyone did. How could she admit to him that at the core she was just like any other woman and that she too had her own insecurities?

"Virginia, what is it?"

She dropped her gaze to the floor, as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I'm not twenty-nine, Steve," she said in a jumbled rush, her eyes still glued to the floor

She dragged her gaze to his face when he didn't speak, an inward groan welling up inside her when she glimpsed his look of confusion. God, did she really have to spell it out? "My body. I'm not twenty-nine," she snapped in frustration.

She felt like such a fool for having to say it aloud, even more so when comprehension dawned on his face. She tried to pull out of his arms but couldn't when his hands closed over her tightly curled fists that held the gown to her body like it was a shield.

"I know how old you are, Virginia," he said softly as he pried her fingers, one by one until finally the soft satin pooled at her feet.

She moved to cover her naked figure with her arms but Steve immediately seized her wrists, effectively trapping her arms behind her back.

With her wrists behind her back, her full breasts jutted forward and his eyes zeroed in on their stiffened peaks. "God, you're beautiful," he said hoarsely as he slid his gaze slowly down the length of her body and back up again.

A slight thrill of pleasure shot through her at the look on his face. He appeared to be earnest in his appreciation of what she knew was her flawed figure.

For a moment she still questioned what the hell she was doing, but before she could give her doubts any merit, he released her wrists, backed her up against the breakfast counter and seized her lips in another mind-numbing kiss.

This time the press of his lips was more urgent, demanding even. He reached behind her to cup the full globes of her ass in his large hands, dragging her flush against his hard body. A moan escaped her lips and she wrapped her hands behind his head to tangle in his hair.

Now she had her Rabbit and it did the job, but it had been a long time since a man had made love to her and her body was on fire. Her pussy clenched and unclenched with tiny spasms as if begging for Steve's dick.

She moaned again when Steve dipped his head lower to capture a single nipple between his lips and tugged gently. A fresh wave of moisture gushed from her pussy and she had to clench her thighs together to keep the juices from trickling down her legs.

"Jesus, Virginia you have beautiful tits." He groaned against her breasts which he'd pushed together to flick his tongue across the large, dark nipples.

Her head fell back and she tightened her hands in his hair as he alternated between each breast to lavish attention on her sensitive nipples, with loud slurping noises. Back and forth he tugged, sucked, and stroked her nipples with his tongue until they were glistening wet.

When he nipped lightly at one tender peak, she nearly collapsed as a bolt of pleasure shot straight to her aching cunt.

"Steve, please. I—I need you inside me," she begged, her nails digging into his scalp.

"You are just so gorgeous. I love your tits. I could play with them forever," he said between kisses as he reluctantly released her breasts to trace a path down her stomach. He lingered at her belly button to slip his tongue inside the groove and she jerked in surprise. "I fantasized about this moment for so long. I knew your body would burn for me as soon as

I touched it," he whispered at the same time he dragged a single finger between her moist folds.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze and with his eyes fixed solely on her he sucked his finger between his lips to taste her cream. She gasped at the look of pleasure on his face, before he closed his eyes and moaned.

"You taste so good, so sweet. I need more," he said softly and tugged her down to the kitchen floor.

In one fluid movement, he pushed her heels back against her butt, spread her thighs, and lowered his face between her legs.

At the first touch of his tongue against her sex she arched her back off the floor, liquid heat pumping though her veins.

"Steve," she cried out. Her body quivering as pleasure zoomed straight to where his mouth nibbled on her tiny nub.

He pushed a single finger inside her as he sucked hard on her clit, dragging hoarse moans from her lips.

He quickened his pace, pumping his finger in and out of her until her juices poured from her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned wildly as she writhed against the floor.

He devoured her pussy with his mouth, while he finger fucked her hard. She spread her legs wider, and tugged wildly at his hair. She was so, so close. She clenched her eyes shut, her head rolling back as her orgasm rocketed through her, forcing a sharp cry from her lips

That's it. Come for me Virginia. Come all over my face," he groaned against her pussy and what little control she had left completely shattered at his words.

She clamped her thighs against his head and screamed his name over and over, her body shaking with each tremor that coursed through her.

"Steve," she moaned out as her climax slowly began to subside, tiny quakes shooting though her limp body. She loosened her grip on his head to tunnel her fingers through his soft hair, tousling it in several directions. She opened her eyes to watch him lap up her cum and almost came again at the erotic image of him eating her out.

"Mmm, I enjoyed that."

Finally satiated, he slid up the length of her body, to cover her with his large, chiseled frame.

"Me, too," she murmured as she seized the bottom of his shirt with her hands and worked to tug it over his head. "But, I need more."

He shrugged out of his shirt with a grin on his face. "What? That wasn't enough?" He teased, as he unzipped his pants.

"Oh, it was more than enough, but I guess I need something different now. Something bigger, harder." The words came out on a throaty whisper as she slipped her hand inside his pants, curling them around his stiff erection.

Heat furled in her belly at the realization that her hand could not fit around his girth. She pulled his dick from inside his pants as he pushed them down his hips. Her eyes widened at his size. He was both thick and long. In a word—perfect.

Their eyes met and her heart slammed into her chest. As if on cue, her pussy started to spasm and moisture seeped from her slit. She lightly pumped his cock in her hand until it jerked between her fingers.

She glanced down at the purple head of his dick and knew they were well past the point of foreplay.

"Do you have protection?"

He nodded and kicked off his pants to dig out a small foil packet from his wallet. While he sheathed himself, she studied him. From the way he filled out his suits, she knew he would be impressively built, and she was right, as the muscles in his large arms flexed with each motion it took to slide on the condom.

As she raked her gaze over the chiseled definition of his muscled frame, she experienced a moment's hesitation. What was she doing sleeping with him? He was so unbelievably young. She probably would have backed out of it had he not grabbed the back of her head and dragged her against him, to kiss her deeply. She wondered briefly if he did that on purpose. Kiss her to distraction.

She opened her mouth and welcomed his probing tongue, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips.

She leaned back then as he settled his weight over her body, parting her legs to cushion him between her thighs. He tore his lips from hers at the same time he positioned himself at her opening.

"I want to see your face when I enter you for the first time," he said in answer to the questioning look she shot him when he broke their kiss.

She nodded slowly, lifting her hands to caress his back.

She swore she would hold his intense gaze when he entered her, but as he pushed inside her cunt, stretching her inner walls, he stroked against her g-spot and she shattered again.