Slow Hands

patient.”
    How could the man drive her so completely mad, yet still remain so in control, just now getting around to pulling his dress shirt off and tossing it aside? Here she was laid out like a Penthouse playmate, with the figure and the fantasy lingerie to back it up, and the guy hadn’t even unfastened his belt.
    “Is there anything I can do to make you go faster?”
    He shook his head.
    “Maybe I should start without you.”
    “Maybe you should.”
    That was a challenge. And maybe even a sexy plea.
    Maddy accepted, sliding her hand up, letting her fingertips ease a slow, lazy path across her constrained breasts. She rubbed one nipple, already hard and sensitive against the black lace. Then she tugged one bra strap down, releasing her own sensitive mound for his perusal and her own touch.
    He growled. And maybe the belt slid through the hoops of his trousers a teensy bit faster.
    “Mmm,” she murmured, sliding two fingers against her nipple, toying with it, plucking lightly.
    Wanting to see more of that desperate want on his expression, she lowered the other bra strap, then twisted the bra around and unfastened it completely.
    “You take my breath away every time I look at you,” he whispered, devouring her with that gaze.
    But the man still had his damn pants on.
    “You know what I’ve always wanted to try, Jake?” she asked, toying with both peaks now.
    “I’m afraid to ask.”
    Knowing how fascinated he was by her breasts, he had reason to be.
    She sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed and let her stocking-clad legs part to wrap around his. The roughness of his trousers against the silkiness of the lingerie ratcheted up the level of sensation. Rough and soft, sweet and spicy.
    Maddy reached for Jake’s waistband, unbuttoned it, then slowly lowered his zipper. His rock-hard erection arched against her hand, but he didn’t stop her. Instead, he watched with hooded eyes as if wondering what she was up to.
    She’d pleasured him with her mouth many times and knew he loved it. She also knew it was what he expected.
    It wasn’t what he was going to get.
    Tugging his briefs down and pushing them, with the trousers, over Jake’s lean hips and butt, Maddy breathed lightly on that silky skin. But rather than taste him, she wiggled closer. Close enough for her nipples to brush against the fine hairs on his stomach, to feel the ragged pulse as his blood raged through his veins.
    “Good God,” he said with a groan, finally understanding her intention.
    Reaching around to clench his taut butt, Maddy hugged him closer, smothering his erection between her full breasts, making a nice, soft, warm channel for him. He was helpless to resist, his muscles flexing in her hands, his pelvis tilting, his staff gliding against her body as if he was buried inside her.
    “Maddy,” he groaned. He twined his fingers in her hair and she looked up at him, wetting her lips, groaning in pleasure as he continued his slow, lazy thrusts.
    “I never imagined how good this could feel,” she whispered, admitting she was trying something new.
    That realization seemed to make him grow even more engorged against her, and he threw his head back, the cords of muscle standing out in his neck.
    Maddy wasn’t entirely sure how far this kind of thing could go. Knowing Jake, he wasn’t anywhere near coming. Nor was she selfless enough to give up truly having him inside her. But she did like it. A lot. She especially liked that he was visibly losing a little of that infamous control, his hands clenched tightly in her hair, his breath coming in short gasps.
    “Gotta have the real thing, babe,” he muttered, dropping his hand to her shoulders and pushing her onto her back.
    “I wish you would,” she whispered, wanting him desperately.
    But instead of pushing her farther back on the bed and climbing on top of her, Jake remained standing between her parted thighs. He grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket, opened it and put it on between one breath and the next.
    Unfastening her garters with a few easy flicks of his fingers, he reached for her panties and tugged them down, tossing them out of his way, then sliding his fingers into her silky wet body.
    He seemed to lose the last vestiges of control at finding her already fully aroused and ready to take him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this without giving you more,” he said, sounding on the verge of desperation.
    “Please, just take me,” she groaned.
    He didn’t make her