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James
felt the warm moisture of her tongue as her lips slid over his erection. She felt a slight tug in her hair, but then he relaxed. She was gentle with him, sliding her hand slowly up and down his length in synchronized movements with her mouth. He fisted her hair, and moaned. 

"Harder," he said in a hoarse voice as his hips began moving in rhythm with her.

She gripped him harder, moved faster. Willow was wildly excited at his excitement.
David would have balked at the idea of her touching him like this, much less giving her so much control. Her only regret with him was she could not take him in her mouth all the way.
He was just too much.
But she did her best to make the most of the pleasures she could offer him.

James could
n

t take much more. It felt incredibly good, but he wanted to be in another part of her.

"Stop, babe." He pulled her away gently. He reached down and grabbed her shoulders pulling her up so she was laying on him.

"Am I doing it wrong? Was it too hard?"
s
he asked.

"No, no," he said. "You were perfect. God, you were perfect, but I want to be inside of you."

"You were," she said.

"Not there."

He shifted her so she was off him and lying on her stomach.
He swiftly pulled away her lacy briefs
.
Greedy fingers reached for her and he grunted when he found her wet and ready.  She felt him climb over her. His hands pulled up her hips and she felt him hard against her thighs. She gasped loudly as he slowly eased inside her. She involuntarily wiggled away, but he held her.

"You need to relax," he whispered. "I would never hurt you."

She was tighter than their first night. He moved slowly at first, moving one hand off her hips and around so he could caress her while he was moving inside her. She shuddered against him almost immediately. That made her wetter and tighter against him. He growled and moved faster. Faster and faster they danced together until he snorted her name. He grabbed her hips and slammed her i
nto his body.
He held her there as the familiar tightening of his ab
domen
eased.

They crashed to the bed together. He pulled her into the curve of his body, kissing her neck.

"I guess I

m awake now," she said.

"I still want you," he whispered in her ear.

"You are
the
greedy
boy aren’t you?
"

His right hand slipped under her lace camisoles and up to her breast where he caressed the soft mounds.

"I

m not fizzling," he said. 

"It's the lack of wine and candles," she replied.

"Okay, we'll try that," he said.

Chapter 9

 

The house had never felt as lonely as it did tonight. They had only arrived from Ireland the previous evening and Willow had spent all of Friday finishing the task that had taken her to Ireland.

She sank into her tub and thought about the lasts few days. It
was
fun. They were like giddy teenagers. Willow helped him ditch his bodyguards on the last day of her photo-shoot.  They took her car and drove to the Irish country side. They spent Tuesday night and Wednesday nights in different hotels. Tuesday night their love making had been feverish, but on Wednesday they spent most of the night talking.

The more she learned about him, the more she wanted to know about him. Now she wondered how he was doing on his date.
He begged
her to reconsider, even
though
they would not be together for the night. She refused.

 

 

The
jarr
ing sound that roused her from sleep was her doorbell. She
laid still
wondering if it had been part of a dream, but there was another long buzz. Willow got up and pulled her robe over her baby
doll nightgown. She grabbed an old cricket bat she
previously
found in the house and made her wa
y
downstairs.

The clock in the living room told her it was just after one in the morning. She proceeded cautiously.

She swore, remembering her door had no peephole. That was something she intended to fix
but hadn’t gotten around to yet
. The doorbell went off again, followed by several
loud
bangs on the door. She hea
rd her name as she approached.
It was James.

"What are you doing?"
s
he asked as she opened the door.

He was looking disheveled with his bowtie undone and his hair a mess.

"I came to get you," he said.

"What?"

He looked at the cricket bat in her hand.

"Do you even know how to use that?"
h
e asked.

"Would you like to put me to the test?"
s
he returned.

"Let's go," he said.

"Where?"

"You're coming home with me."

"Are you out of your mind?" 

"I miss having you beside me
. My bed feels empty and lonely without you.”

"I have to get dressed," she replied.

"You

re just fine."

He placed his hands on her waist and pressed his body against her. He caught her mouth in a deep hard kiss, his tongue thrusting against hers wildly. His hands went from her waist down to the end of the short silky robe.
They then
cupped the curves of her b
uttocks
a
nd
he raised her a little, letting her feel his throbbing erection. She moaned into his mouth as her hands went up behind his neck and in
to
his hair. She whimpered and drew her lips away.

"I have to lock up," she said.

It
only
took her a few minutes to lock up, including grabbing a change of clothes from her closet. He was impatient, telling her she needed nothing.

His impatience caused him to lift her off the ground as soon as the door
to his house
was open. He took her upstairs in quick strides.

He deposited her on the bed and quickly peeled out of his clothes. She
gladly
welcomed him in
to
her arms. She whimpered as he kissed her deeply, pressing his erection into her. She put her arms on his shoulders, always cognizant of
the
sensitivity to his back. He rose up a moment and pulled the strap of her robe. He smiled, liking the bright purple laced baby
doll.  The only closure for the garment was a ribbon tie just below her breast
s
. The brief
s
she wore w
ere
skimpier than any other he had seen her in so far.

"You are so
damn
sexy," he said.

He reached up and undid the ribbon. The garment fell away from her, leaving her breasts exposed. He cupped each
one
in his hands and she arched her back, welcoming his touch.

He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. He traced it with his tongue and she whimpered, arching her back even further. He licked and sucked both nipples until she cried out his name. He slid down her body, kissing his way down her smooth belly, his hands leading the way.

He was surprised to find her wet through her sexy, lacy briefs. Willow could see a small portion of his back just below his shoulders. There were some markings similar to the ones on his side. She did not focus on them, she looked away, liking the way he was stroking her, raising her hips to meet his every
movement
. She wanted him to pull her briefs away. She wanted him to touch her, skin to skin.

"Take it off," she whimpered.

"So impatient," he said looking up at her.

"Take it off, please."

"Have you missed me?"
h
e asked.

"Yes."

"Then tell me you want me."

"I want you."

As if encouraged by her admission
he
gentl
y
,
with her help
,
removed her briefs. He slid one long finger into
the depth of
her warmth. He felt her muscles tighten and she raised her hips to match his strokes. He gently moved this thumb over her clit and was reward with an audible groan. James was trying his best to control himself. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him more.

He bent his head and kissed her just where his thumb had been. He felt her hands in his h
ead
, encouraging.

She tasted better than he
had
imagi
ned.
It had been forever sin
ce
he had done this with anyone.
He had never
so compl
etely wanted to devour anyone.
He had to take slow measurements as his tongue slipped between slick wet and hot folds and her thighs clamped over his head.

He could hear her moaning and breathing heavily and he liked it. He felt the tremble
i
n her legs. She moaned his name as she came against his mouth. She was ready for him
now
.  He kissed up her belly, up to the valley between her breasts, stretching the length of his body against hers.

He turned over so he was on his back and she was on top.

“If you want me,” he said
,

t
hen take me.”

She smiled at the delicious thought of him
putt
ing her in charge
again
. She slid back, straddling him in an upright position. She held his hard throbbing penis in one hand. He held her hips. Slowly, they guided each other until he was all the way. He felt all her muscles tighten around him. One hand held her hips and the other caressed her where they met. She arched her back and rotated her hips over him. Slowly they began the age old dance. With each movement of his fingers she moved faster, came down harder against him, squeezing tighter. Faster and faster, until both
h
is hands were on h
er
hips and all he wanted was that quick dance, up
,
down
,
and ground.

James felt the heat spread through his abdomen. He felt every muscle in his body begging him for release.
Willow was
shuddering around him. He
r bouncing breasts had him mesmerized as she rode him like a wild stallion.
Then
,
she arched her back, moaned his name and he could
n’t
hold on any longer.

When it was done, she laid on top of him
with his throbbing member still inside of her
.  They were both breathing
like they’d just ran a marathon but they were both smiling, too
. He could feel the quick
ness
of her heart-
beat against his chest.

“So
,
this is what you dragged me out of bed at one in the morning
for
,”
s
he said in a husky voice.

“You weren

t complaining a few seconds ago,” he said between breaths.

“Touché.

They laid in silence
for a little while
. He was stroking her back
and she
was listening to his heartbeat.

“How was your dinner?”
s
he asked.

“All I could think about was you.”

“That must have sucked for your date.”

“About my date,” he said.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“I want to
.
I want to tell you everything before you get someone else’s perspective. My date was Stacey.”

“You
r
ex?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, I though
t
she lived in the US.”

“She did, but now she

s
moved
back
to England
and
is
newly divorced.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t sound like that,” he said. “She’s just an old friend. There is nothing sexual there.”

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