his back, allowing her to take control. Wanting her to know he would not do anything she did not want.
She gave him a puzzled look, but there was no hesitation as she straddled his thighs and took hold of his cock with her two hands, one hand placed over the other to caress his immense length. Stroking him as she said, “Why are we feeling this way?”
“This passion is from our journey here.” Although in truth, he had desired her from nearly the moment he had seen her.
“And you feel guilty giving in to it?” Paola asked while running one hand up and down his long shaft and moving the other down to cup his balls. His eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of her touch along the sensitive center of his scrotum.
Paola loved his responsiveness to her actions. Loved the feel of having so much masculine power at her control and understood that had been his intent. By surrendering himself to her, he was trying to absolve himself of the guilt of taking her in this condition. But she couldn’t let him continue in his misery since the truth of it was she had been imagining being with him like this since the moment she had laid eyes on him.
“Rey,” she said, command in her voice.
He opened his eyes and gazed up at her.
“I’ve wanted this from the second you walked into my office.” She reached down, laid her hands over his, where they were fisted at his sides, and urged his hands up to her waist.
“I want to make love with you,” she said.
He took her at her word, cupping her breasts. He played with her nipples, tugging at them with his fingers. Rotating and tweaking the tight peaks as she resumed her exploration of his body. She stroked the hard length of him and massaged his tight balls in her hand. Growing so wet, she was certain she was drenching his thighs with her passion.
As one stroke of her hand made a drop of moisture escape him, she shifted until she was poised above him. He dropped his hands to her waist, stilling her motion and asked, “Are you sure?”
Funny thing was, she had never been more sure of anything in her life. She slowly lowered herself onto every delicious inch of him, experiencing the stretch and fullness of their union.
They both groaned at the same time as a feeling of balance entered them, along with the pull of even greater desire.
Paola could only remain still for a moment, driven to move on him. To ride him to fulfillment.
Rey was lost in the feel of her. Hot. Wet. Slick.
He could smell her. Musky and all female.
He saw her, moving on him. Her full breasts bobbing slightly with her motion.
He needed to taste her and braced one arm behind him to rise up and suckle at her breasts. So hard and sweet.
Her cries of satisfaction filled his ears. With each shift of her hips, she made a soft little sound. When he teethed her nipples, she moaned more deeply and dug one hand into his hair, holding him close.
She increased the pace of her ride, moving more quickly as she strove for her release and his.
He was surrounded by her, lost in the sensations she was creating.
Her eyes were closed as she rode him, her head thrown back and her hands on his shoulders for stability.
He reached down and braced one hand on her hip. Dipping his thumb down, he found the center of her, pressing against that nub while her own motion created friction with the movement of her hips. Until that pressure was too much and she climaxed.
Paola called out his name and clutched his shoulders, her back taut as a bow as she came. Within her, the almost painful need evaporated as her climax slowly ebbed. Inside her he was still erect, but she couldn’t move, her body quivering from her release.
He shifted then, gently urging her to her back. Bracing his hands on either side of her so he could look down as he slowly pumped his hips, he sought his own release. Renewing desire and pulling her over the edge with him again, he came with a hoarse shout of her name.
He dropped down onto her, burying her