Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) (17 page)

He pumped his fingers in her pussy as she sucked. “It’s like heaven, tingles, sparks of sensation. Keep going, I need it, love it.” He curled his fingers and touched on her G-spot for a second.

Emily’s hips jerked. With the metallic taste of blood on her tongue, she drew back from the love bite and bit his earlobe gently. “I love you, don’t tease.”

Chris slid his free hand under her ass. “Kiss me.”

Emily kissed him, the tip of her tongue against his. The atmosphere between them charged with sex, satin with love, swirled around her, blanketed her with desire.

Chris pumped his fingers in her pussy and then curled them again, his thumb pressed hard on her clit. “Is that what you need? Is that good? Come, Emily, my love. Let me hear your moans, they make me so hard for you.”

Emily moaned into his mouth as the orgasm flowed through her pussy, her ass, and her clit. She thrust on his fingers, little sounds of pleasure forced from her onto his lips. She kissed his open mouth. “Tell me what you want now.”

Chris slid his fingers from her pussy and sucked them.

Emily’s clit throbbed at the sight. She smiled into his sparkling eyes.

He slid his jacket off and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He threw it down on top of his jacket and dragged his jeans down. “Lean on the skylight.” Chris turned her.

Emily placed her hands on the rubber rim of the skylight surround. Her pussy clenched and pulsed as she felt the head of his cock against her entrance. She moaned when he grasped her hips and pulled her up to thrust his cock into her pussy from behind. The slow thrust filled her, and she leaned her face on her arm groaning.

His thrusts grew faster. He let go of one hip and brought his fingers to press low on her stomach as he slid his cock in and out.

Emily savored his groans. They filled her with love. The pressure of his hand on her stomach sent waves of pleasure through her. Her clit quivered. She pushed back on his cock as another orgasm burned through her.

Chris pounded into her. He came with a groan, jerking hard into her. “Fuck that’s good…I so love you.”

They stilled.

Chris bent over her and kissed along her back. He rested his face on her shoulder, nestled there.

Emily closed her eyes to enjoy the sound of Chris catching his breath near her ear, his heartbeat so strong she felt the pulse in her back. Everything about him so dear to her, a huge tug of love happened in her heart, and happiness flowed over her.

Slowly they eased apart. Chris held her face tenderly and kissed her.

“Mrs. Donato, you are so fucking sexy. Thank you for being mine.”

Chris pulled up his jeans.

Emily zipped them, shielding his cock with her palm until he grinned and kissed her.

He picked up her dress and helped her put it on.

Emily looked for her underwear.

Chris found the scraps of lace. “Ruined, but I’ll buy you more. These are pretty and so easy to tear off you.” He kissed her mouth again.

Her eyes heavy with after-fucking lethargy, Emily leaned on Chris and sighed.

“How long before we can go home to bed?”

Chris raised his eyebrows. “Do you need more?” He lifted the hem of her dress and stroked along her pussy between her legs, teasing at her bottom.

Emily clung to him. His bare chest under her cheek felt like heaven, safe, and strong. His hand between her legs was so delicious, so possessive. “Always, I can never get enough of you.”

He nuzzled her hair.

“I’ll take you home. You’re not going back into the club without panties. That dress is too short and I won’t be able to keep my hands off your pussy.”

He picked up his T-shirt and pulled it on.

Emily watched him. He was so gorgeous, and he was hers. He loved her.

He picked up his jacket and took her hand. “Let’s take the fire escape. My legs are like jelly.”

THE END

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, or suspense. Her books are always steamy—cool stories and hot love scenes.

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