“Why do men always get turned on by a naked woman in high heels?”
“Because it’s fucking hot,” he replied with a roll of his eyes.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or do you plan to join me?”
“Eventually.”
They were the same words they’d spoken to each other the night she’d admitted her bondage kink, only this time he was the one in charge.
He leaned against the railing of the gazebo and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve gotta give me some incentive, baby.”
“Hmm. Like this kind of incentive?” She slid her hands to her breasts.
His breath hitched when she squeezed the lush mounds with her palms, the motion making her tits look bigger, fuller. With an impish smile, she stroked the underside of each breast, circling her nipples with her fingers and then dragging her thumbs over each hard bud.
He almost fell over backward at the sight of Hayden fondling herself. His mouth was so dry he could barely swallow. He allowed her to play for a bit, then narrowed his eyes and muttered, “Spread your legs.”
She did, and his breath caught in his throat again. From where he stood, he could see every tantalizing inch of her glistening pussy. He wanted to lick those smooth pink folds, shove his tongue inside that sweet paradise and make Hayden scream with pleasure, but he held back. His erection throbbed as he curled his fingers over his shaft.
With slow, lazy strokes to his cock, he gave her a heavy-lidded look and said, “Touch yourself.”
“Sure you don’t want to do that for me?” Her voice came out throaty, so full of unbridled lust he almost came on the spot.
“Humor me.”
“It’s your fantasy.” She grinned and promptly lowered her hand between her legs.
Fuck, this woman was incredible. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as she dragged her index finger down her slick folds.
“That’s it,” he said hoarsely. “Get yourself nice and hot, Hayden.”
She replied with a soft whimper. Her cheeks grew flushed the more she kept stroking herself. The hazy look in her eyes told him she was close, but her fingers continued to avoid the one place he knew would drive her over the edge.
She lifted her hand. “Brody,” she murmured anxiously.
He chuckled. “Uh-uh. You won’t be getting any help from me.”
Agitation flickered in her eyes, but still he remained on the other side of the gazebo. After a moment she gave a strangled groan, and her hand returned between her thighs. She rubbed her clit, her pace quickening, and her palm curled over her pussy.
And then she came.
His hand froze around his dick. He was one dangerous stroke from a release he wasn’t ready for, but for the life of him he couldn’t tear his eyes from the gorgeous woman climaxing in front of him. Arching her back, Hayden cried out, her moans filling the warm night. Any neighbor by an open window could’ve heard her, but she didn’t seem to care, and neither did Brody. He was a professional hockey player; his neighbors probably expected moans of ecstasy to drift out of his house.
He leaned back against the rail and relished every moment, from the contented sighs that slipped out of her throat to the way she’d spread her legs even wider, her heels still strapped to her feet.
When she finally grew still, he crooked his finger at her. Despite the sluggishly sated look in her eyes, she stumbled from the love seat and made her way over to him.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re the sexiest woman on the planet?” he rasped before dropping a kiss on her lips.
She responded with a lethargic smile. The remnants of orgasm he saw flashing across her face only made him harder.
Suddenly impatient, he bent down and grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants, then smoothed it over his throbbing shaft. Then he gripped her hips with both hands, maneuvered her so her ass was pressed against his hard-on and drove his stiff cock inside her.
She moaned, leaning forward and clutching at the railing with both hands. The move caused her ass to rise, allowing him even better access. He withdrew slowly, rotated his hips the way he knew she liked, then plunged right back to the hilt.
“This is going to be fast,” he warned, his voice sounding gruff and apologetic to his ears. He wanted to make it last for her, but the way his dick kept pulsating, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he toppled over that cliff into oblivion.
“I love everything you do to me. Fast, slow, hard, I don’t care. Just make love to me.”
The whispered reply brought a smile to his lips, but it was the phrase make love that caused his chest to tighten. It was the first time she’d referred to what they were doing as making love, and hearing the words brought a rush of pleasure so great his knees almost buckled.
He suddenly felt the primal need to claim this woman. Quickening his pace, he thrust into her, again and again, until his orgasm slithered down his spine, clutched at his balls, and the world in front of him fragmented in shards of light. He shuddered, palming a sweet breast with one hand while stroking the small of Hayden’s back with the other, wanting to hold on to her for as long as possible. Breathing hard, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her vanilla-and-lavender body lotion.
She gave a breathy sigh and murmured, “Your fantasies are almost as good as mine.”
“Almost as good?” He laughed. “Wait until I tie you up. Then we’ll see who has the hottest fantasy.”
She disentangled herself from his embrace and turned to kiss him. Then she inched toward the entrance of the gazebo. “Think any of your neighbors will see me streaking through the yard?”
“Now you’re self-conscious?”
She offered a rueful look. “I guess you’re right. The whole neighborhood probably heard me, huh?”
“You are kinda loud...”
He bent down and grabbed his pants, pulling them up his hips. Finding his shirt and jacket, he tucked them under his arm and extended his other arm to Hayden. “Shall I walk the unclothed lady to the house?”
“You could at least let me wear your shirt.”
