Элла Франк - Exquisite

Nibbling her ear but touching her no where else he said on a husky growl. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?” He gripped her hips and tightened his fingers on her waist, “Anyone out there could be watching you Lena. Seeing your naked breasts as they move with each breath you take. How does that make you feel?”

She swallowed and tried to bite back a small moan and when she didn’t answer he ground his cock up against her ass and she caved letting out a small cry of pleasure, “How does it make you feel?”

“Sexy.” she admitted between deep breaths. “It makes me feel sexy.”

Running his hands around her hips he flattened his palms on her stomach and dragged them up to her aching breasts where he cupped them from underneath pinching her nipples and feeling a deep moan vibrate up and out of her chest.

“Oh God.” she moaned and rocked her hips back on him. He pushed up hard on her ass and continued pinching and pulling her hard tight nipples, “Mason.” she panted against the window causing it to fog a little in front of her.

Leaning down so his mouth was by her ear he asked softly, “Yes Lena?”

He saw her mouth in the window and she licked her lips and panted, “I need.”

“What?” he pushed her, knowing she needed it, knowing she wanted it. “What do you need?”

She clenched her teeth and thrust back hard on his aching cock. “More.” she moaned rubbing her ass up and down his rigid length.

“Hmm,” he groaned in her ear thrusting against her ass as he pinched her nipples again. He let go with one hand and reached down to grip the side of her skirt with the other. He dragged it up her legs and she groaned knowing he was getting closer to what she wanted.

“You feel so fucking good Lena. You’re so eager, all hot and ready for me and begging to be fucked.” He took his hands from her breasts and she groaned at the loss. “Now be a good girl and leave your hands right where they are and I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

Stepping back now that he finally had her skirt scrunched up around her waist he watched her long legs move apart a little more. Now that they were free of the skirt she was bracing herself so she was steadier against the window. She should’ve looked ridiculous standing at his window bent over with her hands planted firmly, her shirt ripped apart and her breasts bared for the whole world to see. However, with the added addition of her little black skirt pulled up high around her waist and a tiny black thong separating her ass cheeks she looked like every sexual fantasy he’d ever had. Groaning loudly at the vision in front of him he quickly undid the drawstring of his pants and released his hard aching cock. It wanted in and it wanted in now.

Lena was going insane. She felt like she was over heating from the inside out. She was so aroused that she was trembling all over uncontrollably. Her legs were shaking and her hands were sweating where they rested against the window. She could hear Mason rustling around behind her and was wondering what he was doing until she felt a long finger reach out and trace the line of the lace thong that was separating her ass. Groaning low she hung her head down. He was only touching her in one spot and she was ready to orgasm.

Swallowing a deep breath she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate not wanting to go off until he was planted full inside of her. That finger dragged down the lace until it was between her thighs and pressing up high against the soaked material covering her. Behind her Mason groaned deep in his throat and moved in closer until she felt his naked cock slide up between her ass cheeks. Removing his hand she felt him bend down so his naked chest was pressed against the shirt covering her back and she was almost upset he hadn’t taken it off until he bunched it up at the bottom of her back and pulled her back a little thrusting up against the tiny strip of lace.

“Fuck.” he moaned and did it again. Leaning down over her he asked softly, “Are you ready Lena? You feel ready to me, your dripping all over my fingers.”

Pushing back on him she moaned and panted. “Yes.”

She felt one hand go to her hip and in the next instant she felt a hard tug as the panties were ripped off and he threw them aside and gripped her hips. Bracing her hands on the window for what she knew was about to be a rough ride she almost lost her control when he dipped his legs and slid his rock hard erection up between her wet folds without entering her. Groaning deep he reached over and planted his hands beside hers.

Dragging a tongue up her ear he muttered, “I sure hope no one’s watching Lena O’Donnell because I’m about to make you come all over me and I don’t give a fuck who watches.” and with that she saw one of his hands disappear and then felt the head of his thick cock line up and push into her in one deep thrust making her scream his name into the darkness.

Mason felt like he was sliding into heaven. Her wet heat gripped him and sucked him in as deep as he’d ever been before. She just about screamed the neighborhood down and he couldn’t help the smug grin that he was wearing as he stilled inside her, letting her catch her breath. His cock was pulsing and he was pretty sure most of the blood in his body was now down between his thighs but when she used her hands on the window to push back on him and looked over her shoulder and whispered in a husky voice, “Fuck me.” he got the message real quick. With his right hand on the window beside hers he spread his legs apart and bunched her shirt in his left hand and started to stroke in and out. At first he started slow then as she pushed back on him he started to pound into her until he let go of the window and gripped her hips hard thrusting in and out of her like there was never going to be another time or opportunity. He felt his orgasm as it balled at the base of his spine and when her wet pussy clamped down hard around his cock like a tight hot vise, and she screamed his name out against the window, he poured everything he was into her.

Is the playboy chef in love? Maybe we should ask the Dr.

Rumor has it sizzling young chef, Mason Langley, has been spotted around downtown Chicago, over the last few months, with a stunning brunette. Now ladies before you start to cry, grab that box of tissues, and listen closely. In recent interviews, Langley, has neither confirmed nor denied this new relationship. We have discovered however, that the young lady in question is a doctor over at St Luke's. Is it possible that Chef Langley has been bitten by the love bug and is seeking medical treatment? Or is it a more long term treatment plan?

Six months later

"Did you see this article?" Lena asked as she tossed the magazine on the bar. Mason turned from hanging the glasses overhead and looked at the glossy cover of the Delicious magazine. He grinned and raised his eyes to her. Leaning his hands on the bar top he lowered his head and kissed her smiling mouth.

"Yep."

Laughing she pulled back and hitched up onto the stool. It was Tuesday morning and she had the day off. She’d decided to come down and see him before the restaurant opened and on the way she’d noticed, on a corner stand, a picture of Mason on the front cover of one of the magazine's. Stopping she'd picked it up and started flicking through it only to stop and read about his new, medical condition.

"Bitten by the love bug? Really? Could these writers’s get anymore clichéd?"

He chuckled crossing his arms over his chest and resting his hip against the bar. Today he was wearing jeans and a navy blue v neck over a white button up shirt, and he looked very sexy. His eyes had taken on the color of the sweater and they were currently laughing at her.

"So doctor, do you think you can help me? I've been feeling a little bit hot."

Snorting indelicately Lena raised a brow, "I'm sure you have."

"Oh yeah. I feel hot, sweaty and a little bit shivery."

Rolling her eyes at him she shook her head. "You're ridiculous and so is this article."

Reaching out he picked it up and read the first line to her, "Oh I like this. Rumor has it sizzling young chef," Looking over at her he raised an eyebrow, "Sizzling huh?"

"Are you kidding me Langley? Could you be vainer?"

Laughing he continued, "Hang on! Hang on! Look at this. Apparently, I'm seeing a stunning brunette."

Dropping the magazine on the bar he pushed away from it and walked to the end coming around to stand in front of her. Turning on the stool Lena watched him carefully and smiled as he reached out a familiar hand and twisted it in her hair tugging her head up.

"That adjective is all wrong for you."

Licking her lips she thought about this morning and how he’d slowly made love to her in his big bed while the sun had tickled over their skin.

"What would you use?"

Rubbing his nose gently against hers he smiled, "Hmm. Smart, complicated, too hot to touch,"

Interrupting she pointed out, "You're touching me right now."

Arching a brow he gripped the hair a little tighter. "Ok, how about sexy as sin."

Lena felt her thighs tremble as he finally connected those magic lips to hers. She opened to him immediately and let his tongue slide inside. Groaning against him she reached up and put her palms against his chest. Gripping his pecs gently she felt a rumble go through him and when he pulled away he licked his lips and his eyes looked a lot less happy and a lot more hot. Sizzling hot.

"I don't know if I'm sick but you sure as hell have everything to do with my temperature issues."

"Oh yeah?"

"For sure."

Stroking a finger down her cheek he turned then looked over his shoulder at her, "I have to go and order a few things, in my very private office."

Hopping down off the stool Lena took great pleasure in the fact his eyes traveled down her jean clad legs and back up to her tight purple cowl neck sweater, then closed as though he were praying. From past experience she knew he was trying to keep himself under control.

"Maybe I should leave you to your work then?"

Reaching out he snagged her hand, "Maybe you should come back and assist."

"Why? I don't work here." she pouted, "Maybe I want to go out and enjoy the day."

Tugging her closer and tightening his fingers around hers he whispered, "Too bad. I want to enjoy you."

Laughing she let him tug her into the kitchen and down the back to his very private office.

Two days later Lena unlocked the door hands full of brown grocery bags and pushed it open with her hip. Tossing her keys on the side table she looked around the huge open space, she now found herself occupying, and tried to spot the man who owned it. He was nowhere in sight but the condo smelt amazing so she knew he wasn't far. Kicking off her heels she came around the corner and found him at the stove. He hadn't heard her yet because he had Boston, More Than A Feeling blaring through the house and was singing loudly and playing air guitar as he stirred a big pot on the stove. For a moment she just stood there and looked at him.

This man had totally blindsided her. He’d pushed into her life a little over six months ago then demanded his way into her heart, and now he had her buying him groceries and virtually living with him. Not that it was a hardship, the man cooked for her whenever he wasn't at work and she slept like a baby when she was with him. Somehow she’d gone and fallen madly in love with Mason Langley, not that she’d told him. Almost as though a silent battle of wills was occurring they both seemed reluctant to be the first to admit it.

"Hey there rock star." she finally called to him over the music. He turned around smiling at her.

"Hey. I didn't hear you come in."

Nodding Lena walked over and put the groceries on the counter, "I'm not surprised, with this music."

"Hey there’s nothing wrong with a little Boston." he defended as he made his way over to her wrapping her in his arms and humming in her ear. Looking up at him while the guitar peeled in the background she rocked back and forward, totally out of sync with the music, but caught up in the warmth of the moment. His black hair flopped down over one eye and she reached up to push it away. With one hand he took her wrist and brought it to his mouth, smiling against it as he continued to hum about girl’s walking away. Then as the guitar wailed again she closed her eyes and could feel the vibrations through his body. When the song finished she opened her eyes and looked up at him as he smiled down at her.