So Into You (9 page)

Her brain lit up with strange
fireworks. This was, by far, the most intense pleasure she had felt in a long
time. He hadn't even touched her pussy and she felt herself within a
hairsbreadth of coming. She fought against the urge to scream as he sliced
through the other side of the garment. Her nipples were so sensitive that she
was convinced the slightest touch would send her over the edge.

Her thought processes shut down when
his hot mouth closed over her tightly budded peak. He had read her thoughts and
she was done—her goose was thoroughly cooked. He switched to the other side and
she melted into a sea of pleasure.

She didn't care what he did.
Everything was magic and she was captured within his spell. The wave of her
orgasm swelled as the sharp scissor tips glided over her panties. With a couple
of quick snips, her pussy was free of any confinement.

She heard the scissors hit the floor
and felt Phil pushing her legs wider apart. Her blood boiled, her mind went
completely blank and her body was so ready that his next touch would send her
over the cliff.

She was falling before she knew it,
a screaming plummet into the whirlpool of physical sensations. The rhythm of
her release took hold, pounding her with throbbing pleasure, rocking her off
her foundations and tossing her around like a cork on the ocean.

Casey closed her eyes and felt them
roll back as his mouth pushed the delights higher and then swallowed her up as
the wake of her climax shuddered again.

Before she could catch her breath
Phil had his face buried between her legs and was sucking on the swollen folds
of flesh. Her clit was sensitive to the point of pain but she didn't care,
being completely enveloped in the bliss of the sex.

He pulled his head up to look at her
and saliva glistened as it trickled down along his chin and neck. Casey was
almost sobbing with need and put her hand on the back of his head to pull at
his hair. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't bear for it to stop.
Another climax trembled on the heels of the first. Whatever he wanted she'd
give him. She'd beg if she had to, as long as he released her lustful passions.

Phil's appetite was insatiable as he
licked and sucked between her thighs. Her pussy lips were wet and she knew they
were engorged from excitement. His growling and playful tugging with his lips
made her weaker.

She wanted his cock. Needed it
inside her. The last scene of this erotic night would be feeling him erupt
inside, spewing hot lava from his loins and coating her hidden places, finally
freeing her from this torturous desire.

He pulled back and took in a deep
breath. This was her chance and she took it, gathering her strength, slipping
forward and falling to her knees in front of him. She looked up his body and
tore at his sweatpants.

His cock sprang forward as she freed
it, and she took all of him into her mouth without hesitation.

He groaned and put his hand on the
desk to steady himself as she started sucking him, deeply, in and out of her
mouth and throat. She was returning the favor he had shared with her by
demonstrating the one fetish she'd downplayed—her appetite for pleasing her
lover like this.

Her hand reached beneath his cock
and massaged his balls as saliva dripped from her lips. She let his hardness
slip free of her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip, all the while
looking up at his face.

He rested his other hand on the back
of her head, urging her to continue.

She kissed the length of the
glistening shaft and let her tongue run a line along the underside.

"You want me to finish you off
here?" She panted her words and reached down between her legs, "Or
would you rather fuck me?"

Phil smiled down at her stroking his
cock in her hand. "What would you like?"

Without hesitation she stood up,
running wet kisses from his navel to his chin. "Oh man, I want you to fuck
me. Just fuck me, Phil." Her tongue darted into his mouth and she reached
back down grabbing his wet cock.

Phil reached up and grabbed her ass
in his hands, lifting her. He didn't hesitate, but set her on the desk and
kissed her again, tasting himself on her lips. "Do it, Casey. Put me
inside you while I'm still wet from your mouth."

Leaning back he watched as she took the
head of his cock and rubbed it along her slit, letting it spread the lips
apart. He moved forward wanting to slide into her.

"No, not yet…" She groaned
and rubbed herself with him again, the slick caress of her sex almost too much
for him to bear. "Damn, you've made my pussy so slippery and hot."
She let the head slip in just a bit and gasped. "Christ, that feels like
heaven."

Losing the battle for control, he
cursed. "Oh, fuck this." He pulled her close, sliding into her pussy
and groaning into her mouth as their bodies met.

Carefully and evenly, Phil moved,
backward and forward, a steady penetration that soon had them both panting and
sweating.

The slow thrusts turned more
vigorous. When the desk began to creak, Phil grabbed Casey's ass and picked her
up. Buried deep in her pussy, he carried her to the bedroom, refusing to pull
out of that sinful heaven between her thighs. They tumbled together onto the
bed and the flames erupted once more.

Pounding into her, Phil echoed her
movements as they both clawed and pulled on each other, trying to be as close
and deep into each other as possible. Pushing him off, Casey rolled him over
onto his back. She quickly climbed on top, letting her pussy melt against his
groin in a slippery mix of their sex.

She rose above him and then rode him
like a bull in the rodeo, leaning back, stretching her pussy as she fucked him.

His hands clamped her ass and forced
her up and down, creating a rhythm older than time. His groans mingled with the
sound of Casey's urgent murmurs.

"Come on, baby, fuck my pussy,
come for me. I want to feel you come. Fuck me, Phil, fuck me….God,
please…" Her voice trailed off as his body tensed and he lifted them both
off the bed with his pelvis.

He erupted inside her with a groan
so deep his toes curled and his legs shook with the power of it all. Again and
again the seed erupted, pouring fiercely into her, drowning her, marking her as
his.

As if it had been a long—awaited
signal, his orgasm stimulated hers and he nearly cried out as her inner muscles
milked the last of his cum from his exhausted cock.

Finally they got their breath back
and Casey leaned forward, putting her hands on Phil's sweaty chest. She smiled,
a contented and tired curve to her lips. He smiled back, knowing he probably
looked as storm-tossed as she did.

"That was incredible.
Wow." She chuckled. "Of course there is one drawback." Slowly
she peeled herself away from him and slumped across his chest. "We just
made one helluva mess. You're sleeping in it, not me."

"I'll take care of it."
Reluctantly he let her go and went into the bathroom, returning with a handful
of small towels. With tender care he helped Casey tidy herself. "There. No
wet spot."

"Um…and no protection."
She didn't sound hysterical, but he knew they'd both let the moment override
their caution.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid of
me. I can reassure you my last physical three months ago rated me right up
there on the clean whistle scale, but is that enough?"

She sighed. "Since I'm in the
same boat and haven't been with anyone in longer than I can remember, yes. It
will do. And don't apologize because it was half my fault." She paused as
he settled himself next to her. "And I'm on the pill. Which eliminates
that
worry."

He was quiet for a moment. "You
know, that was a first for me. I've never made love to a woman without
protection before. It felt—fucking insanely perfect, Casey. Being with you like
that. Totally and completely naked. Does that make sense?"

She turned her head toward him.
"Yes. Yes it does. For what it's worth, it felt wonderful to me as
well." She grinned, her teeth glinting in the dim light. "I believe
you may well have spoiled me for other men."

He chuckled back and managed to
refrain from saying something really idiotic like "of course." Or
"Could you Tweet that please?"

She took a breath and snuggled
herself against his chest. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why didn't you ever let me
know what you were thinking about me? You flirted a little and let me take
advantage of you. But you never tried to tell me how you felt."

"You were out of my league,
Casey. I just couldn't see me on your level. You were waaaay too good for me. I
did ask around, but Joan told me you didn't date at all, as far as she knew.
Nobody seemed to know anything. You were—unattainable. So I just hoped that one
day you'd see me as a great guy. And cave." He laughed.

"Well, your patience paid off.
That and getting me that kick-ass coffee in the morning." She smiled, her
lips a soft curve against his skin.

Phil chose his next words carefully.
"Since we're asking questions, it's my turn. Have you ever really been in
love?"

It was Casey's turn to pause for
long moments. "Yes. Dominic was my soul mate. I had never been so swept up
by someone or even imagined I could. We lived together after I graduated from
college. I'm past using him as a benchmark, but it was…we were…."

Her voice thickened as her words
trailed off, leaving a dangling question mark in his mind. He hugged her
briefly. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

"No, really, I need to. It
looks like we're starting something here, Phil. A relationship that may go
places. I don't know, and it's probably too early, but I want to be honest. I
think we both deserve that." She sighed.

Phil nodded. "I appreciate
that. I really do. And I'll honor that promise myself. So tell me, if you want,
what happened between you two that broke you up?"

"He was an outdoors guy, Phil.
I think you would have liked him. I enjoyed some of the hiking, but he was
serious about it. Really into climbing and stuff—way past my level of comfort.
Anyway, a few friends invited him to climb somewhere outside of Denver. A
spring climb in the Rockies."

He felt the shiver that ripped
through her, and held her close. "Go on."

"There was a sudden storm.
Apparently they pop up out of nowhere every now and again. I guess there was
some kind of fall, because two of them never returned. Dominic was one. Lost on
the mountain and never recovered."

"God, I'm sorry."

"I'm reminded of him almost
every day and I still miss him. It's not so bad now, but I would never wish
anyone the pain of having someone you love ripped away like that." The
cool wetness of a tear touched his skin.

He turned on his side and cradled
her in his arms, wanting to comfort her with a hug and then hold her in his
arms all night. This was the deeply hidden face he'd sensed, the vulnerability,
the fragile woman terrified of loss and still grieving in various ways.

She clung to him, letting him enfold
her and gently soothe her with his touches. There was nothing sexual in his
caress, no teasing or arousal. It was simply two people wrapped together for
the night.

He held her tightly, letting her
know without words that he was there for her.

And smiling when her breathing
leveled and he heard a tiny snore. She was sound asleep.

Casey cursed the wicked twist of
fate that had sent her out of town just as she was getting to know Phil, and
sensing that this could indeed be the start of a meaningful relationship,
something she hadn't hoped could happen again.

But work was work and this
conference had been on her schedule for months. There was no way should could
have avoided it, and there were a few moments when she wondered if it wasn't
the best thing for her. To get away for a little while and catch her breath.

But at last the week was over, she'd
flown in late at night and spent the next morning reporting to several division
managers on the results of the conference. They'd been very pleased, gushed
compliments and her boss had winked when he referred to "payoff at review
time" for the weeks of prep work she'd put into it.

And now she was, for once, breaking
a few rules. She'd texted Phil from the airport last night, told him she was
fried and asked if he could make lunch today. He'd agreed and now she was here
waiting for him, eager to see him and share the letter she had tucked into her
large handbag.

She hoped he'd be as excited as she
was.

"Pardon me, beautiful. Is this
seat taken?"

She jumped as Phil touched her
shoulder. Then she smiled and stood. "It is now, handsome."

His kiss was warm, hinting at so
much more. But since they were in public, that was about as far as it went.

She sighed as he moved to pull her
chair out for her. "Nice. I missed you."

"Missed you too, Casey. But
thanks for keeping in touch. I know you must have been really busy."