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After This Night (Seductive Nights #2) Page 30
Author: Lauren Blakely

He ran a finger along her lips, tapping her lightly. “No, funny woman. How is it that you can make me laugh as I tie you up?”

“One of my many talents with my mouth,” she said, pouting sexily.

“Your sexy mouth is one of my favorite playgrounds,” he said, grasping her hips, raising her up, and then lowering her gorgeous body onto his cock. She inhaled sharply as he filled her.

“The blindfold is the gift that keeps on giving,” he said, and she smiled in return, then laughed deeply as he thrust into her, and he was sure it was her laughter that did him in. That melted his heart, absolutely and completely for this woman. He was there already, feeling everything for her, but for her to laugh like that during lovemaking, a joyous sound, sealed everything for him. He was a done deal when it came to her. She was the only woman he’d ever felt so much for, and he wanted her. Always.

* * *

She rode him up and down, but not a fast and furious kind of rhythm. More lingering and sensuous, taking her time, because they had time. There were no clocks, there were no deadlines; there was nothing but the two of them, entwined with each other.

He gripped her hips, guiding her moves at times, at others letting her set the pace. He kissed her br**sts, burying his face against her chest, sucking one nipple, then the other. She desperately wanted to grab the back of his head and hold him tight against her, but her arms were shackled by the silk, and truth be told, she didn’t mind one bit. She didn’t mind being tied up by him, or tied down. Everything he did to her was designed to make her feel amazing—he f**ked her like she was unbreakable, and he kissed her tenderly like her heart was the most fragile thing he’d ever touched, the thing he’d never want to break.

“I missed you this week,” he said as he blazed a trail of kisses up her chest to her throat. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” she said, breathing hard as he filled her.

“I need to see you more, Julia,” he said, and his voice was bare and emotional, stripped down to the simplest of needs.

“I need that too.”

He looped his arms around her waist, then up her back, tilting his face to look at her as they made love. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

“Tell me,” she said, locking eyes with him. “Tell me how much.”

“I want you in every way possible.”

“I thought it was fifty million ways,” she said, teasing him, and he thrust hard in response. “Tell me some of them.”

He gripped her wrists in one hand. “You know what I want? I want to f**k you in every way I can.”

Her eyes widened with those words, with the possessiveness of his tone. “How?”

He dropped a palm to her ass, gripping her tight. “I want to f**k your pu**y as I’m doing now.” He drove deeper into her and she arched her back, letting him know she liked it. “I want to f**k your mouth, again and again,” he said, running his finger across her lips, then sliding it into her mouth. She sucked long and hard. He dropped his hand to her chest, tracing a line between her br**sts. “I want to f**k you between your br**sts,” he said. Then, in a flash, his hand had returned to her backside and he slipped a finger between the tops of her bu**ocks, causing her to draw a sharp breath. Inching his finger lower, she both tensed and thrilled as she sensed where he was going. He slid his hand between her legs, coating his fingers in her wetness, then began slowly traveling back up. “I want to f**k your hand, and I want to f**k your pretty little ass,” he said, stopping to rub a finger against her rear.

“Oh God,” she said, her eyes falling closed.

“Do you think you’d ever let me?” he asked, his voice all hot and husky against her throat as he pressed the tip of his finger further. He was barely inside her ass, but the twin sensations were so intense, tearing through her with a pulsing kind of tightness.

“I don’t know,” she admitted truthfully, in between breaths.

“Can I do this though?” he said, pushing deeper, and a bolt of pure, white heat lit up her body.

She could barely speak; words had become impossible to form. How could anyone put syllables together when he was inside her like this? When her entire body was trembling from pleasure, and from the unexpected intensity of both his c**k and his finger penetrating her?

“Is that a yes?” he whispered, his voice low but firm. He needed an answer. He needed to know how far he could go, and there was a part of her that felt utterly helpless. She was tied up in his lap, with bound hands and spread legs. And yet, there was nothing he’d ever done to her that wasn’t short of spectacular. He was a drug, and he delivered hits of pure pleasure through her heart, mind and body.

“Yes, you can do that,” she said, swallowing thickly as he thrust his finger deeper. She’d never experienced this before, this double dose of intensity, but there it was, her entire body spiraling into a new land of ecstasy as he did what he’d said he wanted to do. He f**ked her everywhere. He f**ked her all over. He owned her and consumed her, and turned her world into blinding hot rapture as she rode him. He rolled his h*ps up into her, his c**k driving deeper, his finger sending waves of pleasure through her. She was nearing the brink, racing to the precipice, and she needed to be closer to him.

“Untie me,” she said desperately, through heavy pants.

Immediately, he undid the knot around her wrists, letting her hands fall free. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tugging him near, needing contact, needing to hold him as her orgasm vibrated wildly through her body. She gripped him tight, ecstasy carving its way through her in the most beautiful plundering, as he stole her body, her heart, and her very soul. She clutched him as his shoulders wracked with shudders too, joining her, his own grunts and moans piercing the night.

“I need you all the time too, Clay. All the time,” she said into his neck, slick with sweat.

“I feel the same,” he murmured stroking her back with his strong hands, and soon after she’d come down he carried her upstairs, turned on the hot shower, and bathed her, soaping her up and rinsing her off, then drying her, and taking her to bed, nestled and warm in his arms.

“We have to find a way to see each other more,” he said, running his fingers through her hair as he faced her in bed, the dark of the night cloaking them, only a sliver of moonlight revealing his face. “It’s not negotiable.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Oh really, counselor? Is that how you play ball?”

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