Thread: The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]

Alexandra's words were music to his ears. To hear her express, aloud, how much she'd missed him, and what he'd meant to her, brought a relief to Richard he hadn't even realised he'd been awaiting. The concerns about the repercussions if their plan went awry were pushed to the back of his mind Alexandra's intelligence on their first meeting had attracted him much as her looks, and Richard was confident she'd do nothing foolish however they lingered in his subconscious, and possibly added to the urgency with which he deepened the kiss, and gripped her ass. What he desired more than anything in the world at that moment, was Lexi. We'll be together soon. Forever. That, if they gained access to the Huntington's private network, dirt would be found on the patriarch, Richard was in no doubt. Little did he know that their liaison had already been discovered, and Alexandra would soon have much more to worry about than the simple connection of a flash drive. He shivered in pleasure at the feel of her body, sweet scent, and manner in which her fingers tangled in his hair, and his urges overwhelmed him. Richard had Lexi pressed up against the wall before he was aware he'd acted. Then take me. A soft moan escaped his lips, and the kiss became more passionate. His tongue entwined with hers, fingers touched hands, Lexi's jacket fell to the floor, and Richard's ministrations moved to her neck. I want to make you mine. With Lexi pinned to the wall, he pumped his growing erection against her undulating hips, and hooked his fingers into the fabric of her camisole. Lips and teeth kissed, licked and nipped at skin, Lexi's garment joined her jacket at their feet, and Richard squeezed a firm breast through the lace of her bra. How the camisole had been removed wasn't certain. Had Lexi assisted, or had Richard ripped it from her torso? To care about that, or the fact his teeth may be leaving marks on her skin, was the last thing on his mind. A knee pressed into her thigh to urge her legs apart, and Richard's breathing grew heavier with the familiar sensation of her touch on the naked skin of his back. Quickly his kisses and bites moved south. Nails raked flesh as he tugged the bra straps down her shoulders, then tugged the cups down to free her breasts of their restraints. His other arm dropped to pop the button of her jeans. It all occurred in a flash, and vaguely, in the recesses of his mind, Richard knew as much as he wanted to take her right there and then, without another moment's pause, he'd need to ensure she was ready. Because, when he did enter Lexi, Richard Treloar was too worked up to be gentle, and make love. He needed to fuck Alexandra as if he owned her, and again claim her as his. Gentleness, and taking his time to appreciate every inch of his lover's body, could wait until she escaped. Simultaneously as his lips located a nipple, and he took it into his mouth, Richard jerked Lexi's jeans and panties down over her hips. The only sounds which emanated from the man were pants and low growls of need, and with his tongue flicking her bud, Richard slipped his palm between Alexandra's legs, parted her labia, and buried two fingers in her slit.