He took her down slow and easy while she gasped for breath. When he stood, he held her panties up with one finger.

“Yeah, purple is damn sexy on you. Does the bra match?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

He tucked her panties into his jeans pocket. “We’ll get to that later. Now you get hot, dirty sex up against the wall.”

Her breath caught as he disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a condom in his hand. He tore the wrapper off, unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his hips. He pulled her leg around him and stepped into her, fitting his cock against her sex.

He cupped her face. “You ready, Amelia?”

“Yes.” Her answer fell from her lips in a breathless whisper, her heart racing as she waited for him to enter her.

And when he did, he shoved into her, her butt cheeks bouncing against the wall.

It was glorious. Wicked and hot and everything she could imagine.

He didn’t kiss her, just made eye contact with her as he slowly pumped into her. Her pussy squeezed tight around his cock as he eased in and out of her, teasing her. She felt the stirrings of orgasm, her sex clenching around his shaft.

“I think you like this,” he said, leaning in to brush his lips across hers.

“I think you’re right. Make me come, Flynn.”

He grasped her butt and ground against her clit, burying himself deep. She shuddered, crying out as he quickened the pace and gave her what she needed.

It was a whirlwind of heat, his body moving against hers in a way that made her weak in the knees. She felt the clench of his fingers around her butt cheeks, the sweat of his body as he slid against her, and it was the hottest, most thrilling thing she’d ever experienced. Her pussy clenched around his cock as the first wave of orgasm hit her.

When she came, she grabbed on to his shoulders, needing Flynn to anchor her through the maelstrom of pleasurable sensations that flowed through her. He buried his face in her neck while he shuddered through his own orgasm and she clasped tight to him.

She felt breathless. Exhilarated. Ready to do this all night long. Except now she was hot in this dress and couldn’t wait to get it off.

Flynn withdrew and kissed her. “Meet me upstairs. I’ll get us some water.”

She nodded and made her way up to the bedroom, holding on to the banister as she did. Her legs were still shaking.

But oh, wow, had that been good.

She sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. Flynn arrived with two glasses and handed one to her. She took several long swallows before setting the glass down on the nightstand.

Flynn looked down at her. “How was up against the wall?”

She smiled at him. “Better than I could have hoped for.”

“Good.” He pulled her panties out of his pocket. “Now let’s get that dress off so I can check out the bra that matches these.”

The underwear had been a good call. She didn’t think he cared, but she sure felt sexier with them on. Though right now they were off, and Flynn seemed to enjoy twirling the panties around his fingers, which only turned her on more.

He dropped the panties on his dresser and pulled off her boots and socks. Then she stood and turned her back so he could unzip her dress. He kissed her back and shoulders, then slid the dress off of her.

She shivered at the contact of his mouth on her skin. She turned around to face him. He traced his finger over the swell of her breasts, teasing a fingertip along the lacy cup of her bra.

“You need to wear this set more often.”

She arched a brow. “So purple is your favorite color, too?”

His lips curved. “On you? Hell yeah.”

He bent and licked around her breasts, then reached behind her to unclasp the bra and pull it away. His lips captured one nipple, sucking it between his teeth. She inhaled sharply as the sensation shot straight to her sex, making it tighten and quiver.

She would have thought after two orgasms, she’d be satiated.

Apparently not. Because Flynn’s mouth and hands awakened her body in ways that amazed her.

He laid her on the bed, cupping one breast while he licked and sucked the other nipple. A lot of guys paid lip service—and only momentarily—to her breasts and nipples. Flynn made it an art form, plumping and plucking and licking until she writhed against him, silently begging for more.

And he gave her more, his hand snaking down her body to cup her sex and leisurely taking his time to prime her until she was shaking and ready to go off again.

He’d tormented her, taking her to the brink over and over again, only to pull away to cup her hip or play with her ribs. It was maddening. And he was still dressed.

Two could play at this game. She sat up. “Time for your clothes to make a hasty exit. I need you naked.”

“I was going to make you come again first.”

“Plenty of time for that. Get undressed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hopped off the bed, rid himself of his shirt and pants, then was about to get back on the bed.

“Wait,” she said. She grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor, then slid off the bed and onto her knees. She grasped his hard cock in her hands and flicked her tongue over the head.

He looked down at her. “Oh, fuck yeah. Suck it, babe.”

She loved hearing the hard, gritty sound of his voice as she took his cock between her lips and drew it into her mouth. Drops of salty fluid spilled over her tongue and she welcomed it, especially when accompanied by Flynn’s groans. She wanted to pleasure him, to string him up on a rack of taut pleasure as he’d done for her. She snaked her hand up his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles as she moved her mouth back and forth over the length of his shaft. She swirled her tongue over the head, then engulfed his cock deep into the recesses of her throat.