Saturday, April 12, 2008

Fated to Be by Michelle Houston

"The door's locked," she whispered back.

"How did you..."

"I heard the lock click." She moved back, and stood and kicked off her sandals. Lifting her hands to the neck of her dress, she slowly slid the zipper down.

"Thea, baby, this really isn't the best place."

"I know, but this room is part of who you are. It's where you're the most tense and where you need to relax the most." With a flutter, her dress dropped to the floor and she stood clad in only a peach bra and matching panties. His mouth went dry at the sight.

Where before he'd guessed at her curves, now he had proof. While petite, she wasn't dainty by any stretch. She had a woman's curves; full hips, round breasts and firm thighs that could crush a man between them.

Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Jacob stood and gently cupped her breasts in his hands. He couldn't help wondering if he was insane for doing this here in the courthouse. But at this moment, there was nowhere he'd rather be than in her arms, in this chamber. The smell of the old tomes had always been soothing, but mixed with the delicate strains of her perfume and her arousal, it was a heady combination.

His body felt less tense, but his heart was racing. Thea slid against him, her supple little body curling around him, her hands busy removing his clothing before he was even aware of it.

"Make love to me, Jacob."

The sensual plea in her voice was more delicious than any aphrodisiac, and he was powerless to resist. It brought about a stark reminder of all that he had let pass him by the past few years, all that he had lost when his wife died. Sunset jogs along the beach, holding hands while walking through the park, nights spent with a woman in his arms, listening to the soft sounds of her breathing--all that he had another chance of finding again with a woman who had breathed life back into his existence.

Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to his desk and sat her on the top. Her hands continued to pull against his belt while he worked on slipping out of his shoes and socks.

When his belt slipped free, her slender hands worked his button and zipper, and like her dress, his pants whispered to the floor. Stepping free of them, his quickly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling more like a high school student in the back of his mom's car than a judge, who had sat the bench for several years.

Thea leaned back onto the desk. Her panty-clad crotch brushed his groin as he leaned over her eagerly taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking greedily on the firm peak, he slid a hand down her leg, caressing her silken flesh.

Her breathless moans excited him as none other had. Pushing the thoughts of his wife away, he concentrated on the woman before him, focusing on her pleasure rather than his own.

She arched against him. He cupped her mound, his thumb brushing over her panties, caressing the flesh beneath them.

"Jacob, please," she panted, undulating beneath his hand. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

"We've only just begun, baby," he whispered, his throat tight with need. He wanted to open his boxers, grasp his cock and thrust into her. As if she read his mind, Thea shifted beneath him, reaching between them to grab his crotch.

"It's been so long," she whimpered. "I can't wait."