As he suckled at her br**sts, he pumped against her in steady rhythm. His thrusts moved her up and down on the c*ck in her ass. One hand slid between them, finding her cl*t as his pace increased.
She moaned helplessly as her orgasm built and swelled like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite pleasure, the sweetest of agonies, bombarded her. Rained down like hail. Never had she experienced such cutting ecstasy. It hurt, it was beautiful, it was sweet, it was pain.
Her hands flew out, landing against the chest in front of her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, holding on as she tried to breathe.
Higher. Longer. Harder. Tighter. The ripples began in her pelvis and fanned out, rushing faster and faster until she spun like a tornado.
They rammed into her, both sliding so deep. So, so deep. With a hoarse cry, she splintered and came apart.
The c*ck in her p**sy jerked away. The bed dipped and impatient hands turned her face, a thumb prying at her mouth to open. The first jet of his release landed on her tongue just as she parted her lips. Then he slid inward, holding himself deep while he twitched and spasmed.
The man under her went still, waiting, his hands tenderly holding her h*ps as his c*ck snuggled deep in her ass.
The hands at her face went soft, stroking her cheeks as he executed short, quick strokes over her tongue. Finally he slipped away, and she swallowed then licked the stickiness from her lips.
To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly on her other cheek. It wasn't a passionate kiss. Oddly it was one of reverence. A sweet kiss.
Then she found herself being pulled away. The c*ck slipped from her ass as the man under her stood and cradled her in his arms. He laid her on the bed, and for a moment she was left alone. Surely they weren't done. No, someone was sitting at her head now.
Her cheeks bloomed with heat when a warm, damp cloth soothed over her skin. Ah, they'd stopped to clean up as well. As soon as they were done, a body pressed down over hers, and a c*ck settled against her p**sy.
He shifted and moved his h*ps but didn't seem to be in a hurry to gain entrance. Finally the tip slipped inside, and with a sigh he sank deep.
His forearms were pressed to the bed, and she could easily imagine him just over her, staring down as his h*ps flexed and rolled against her. She spread her legs, arching upward to give him a better angle.
This was as vanilla as sex could be and yet it was sexier than anything she'd done with them yet. One on one contact, his body pressed so tight to hers, his warmth filling her.
She could sense him staring at her, intently, as if he found her the most desirable woman in the world. She raised her hands, wanting to touch him, but she got no further than his muscled arms.
Fingers curled gently around her wrists, pulling her hands away. The other man kissed her exposed palm as if to apologize but he kept her away from the man f**king her.
With a growl of frustration, she broke the silence.
"Why can't I touch you?"
He stilled above her, growing tense. His hands wandered down her body as he raised up to his knees, his c*ck still angled to reach her deepest parts.
She sighed knowing she wasn't going to get an answer. "I'm sorry. I'm not complaining. Honestly."
He leaned down again, framing her face in his hands, and he kissed her. Before she could kiss him back, he drew away. His way of telling her it was okay? She smiled. There was something to he said about wordless communication. It was certainly effective.
She stretched like a lazy cat, the aftermath of her orgasm making her lethargic. The gentle rhythm of the c*ck sliding through her post-release screaming nerves stirred the beginnings of her arousal all over again.
The first night had been more hurried, as if they, like her, were so taken in by the experience that it was over before it even began. Tonight was different.
They'd taken pains to take their time and even now there was no rush to release. Would they make love to her all night? Her p**sy clenched in anticipation. They'd opened her imagination up to all sorts of possibilities, and now she was anxious to explore.
Chapter 17
Beautiful. She was absolutely magnificent. His only regret was that he couldn't see her eyes, that she couldn't see him and know that it was him making love to her and not some nameless schmuck chosen for his dick size.
Nathan clenched his jaw as sweat beaded his forehead. He was ready to come, and it was taking every ounce of his restraint not to spend himself in her softness right now. He wanted her to orgasm again, though. This time with him. Just with him.
He lowered his head to kiss her neck, the delectable curve to her shoulder. He loved how she shivered and squirmed as if his touch was the most pleasurable thing she'd ever felt.
With every thrust, she swallowed him, welcomed him into her body, and God, did she feel good. Swollen, so feminine and hot. Like a velvet clasp, holding him and stroking him as he stroked her.
She turned him inside out.
Raising back up, he looked down to where their bodies were joined and he withdrew, watching as her sheath sucked wetly at him. Her feminine curls were trimmed short in a neat triangle, but her lips were bare and soft, a sweet surprise hidden by the nest of dark hair.
Drawn to the softly swollen flesh, he ran a finger down the lips that hugged his cock. Back and forth, he moved, exerting just enough pressure to send himself deep before retreating.
He touched the hooded nub above where his c*ck dove inward. She jumped and then let out another breathy sigh that damn near had him coming. He stopped to collect himself, to try and hold on to his tenuous control.
Idly he toyed with her clit, enjoying how it swelled and strained, how she arched and writhed underneath him. Gently he pulled at it, careful not to hurt her, taking it between his thumb and forefinger as he stroked it.
When finally he felt her melt around his cock, going wet and wild in anticipation of her orgasm, he grasped her h*ps and bent to suck one pink-tipped breast into his mouth. Wanting to go with her, to take her with him, he thrust hard and harder still.
Her legs came up to wrap around his waist. His hands slid around to cup her ass, squeezing and holding her to him as he pounded into her again and again.
He nibbled and then licked at the sweet nipple just as he felt himself losing all sense of time or place. Frantically he grabbed at her, pulling her, pushing her, wanting her closer, straining to be inside her.
Faster, harder, the sweet friction against his c*ck drove him mad. The room around him blurred but not her. She remained as sharp and as focused in his vision. Constant. Beautiful. His.
Yes, she was his. She just didn't know it yet.
His balls drew up painfully. Fire gathered at the base and pushed upward, burning a path up his cock, holding, wavering. God. Then he erupted with a muffled gasp, jerking, heaving uncontrollably.
He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get inside her deep enough. Her cry seared a path to his soul. His woman. His pleasure.
Gathering her fully into his arms, he held her while she went liquid around him, her legs weak and shaking as they slid down the length of his limbs. He held her, supported her, didn't want to let her go.
He inhaled her scent, holding it and savoring her natural sweetness with the musky scent of their passion. Addiction.
Her hands trailed down his back, tentative, as if she expected to be reprimanded. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in her touch, the silky feel of those wonderful hands. Hands that he'd spent so many hours enjoying, fantasizing about when he wasn't with her. Hands that knew him intimately, that had touched every inch of his body.
Just for a moment, he let her, because the alternative was pulling away.
"Beautiful," he whispered against her skin softly, so she wouldn't hear.
Beautiful He'd called her beautiful. At first she thought she'd imagined it, so faint was his whisper, but the word had spilled over her skin and carried to her ears.
It aroused her in a way no physical motions ever would.
They lay there, him blanketing her, her infused with his warmth, their bodies still joined. Finally he stirred, withdrawing from her with careful ease.
Coolness rolled over her skin, and she hugged her arms to her chest in a protective measure against the loss of his heat. To her surprise—and dismay—she heard the rustle of clothing and then the sound of the door opening. And closing.
Disappointment rendered her motionless. She lay there on the bed, arms folded over her middle as the chill settled more firmly over her.
They were gone. Just like that.
The door opened again, and her heart leapt. Gentle hands— different hands—soothed over her shoulders and then to the sash around her eyes.
She blinked at the sudden light, and Cole's face came into focus as he stared down at her.
"They wanted to give you a break," he said. 'Tm having a tray brought up with something to eat and drink. If you're willing, they'll be back in half an hour."
She struggled to sit up, and he reached for her hand to help her. Yes, he'd seen her nak*d, but it was still discomfiting to sit around in the buff while they discussed her sexual debauchery.
"Thank you," she said huskily. "And yes . . . I'm willing."
Cole smiled, and his blue eyes twinkled. "They are lucky men to have such a willing woman."
She glared for a moment before realizing he was yanking her chain. "Damon's told you about me, I take it."
"Not in so many words. There are some things about a woman that a man doesn't need to be told. Take you, for instance. Strong willed. Beautiful. Defiant. Not a woman a man could ever easily rein in."
Beautiful. As odd flutter scuttled in her stomach. The word seemed to come so naturally to the men here, as if they appreciated the female form in all its varieties and not just those generally accepted in society.
She cocked her eyebrow as his other words settled in. "Why the hell would you want to rein a woman in?"
He chuckled. "Why indeed? I think, Julie, that you are a woman who is all the more breathtaking for that fact."
A flush of pleasure spread over her cheeks.
"You think I'm flattering you."
She shook her head slowly. "No, Cole. I think for whatever reason, the men here are different."
He eyed her questioningly.
"It would seem that Damon has the good sense to surround himself with men who appreciate and celebrate the differences in women. Not the sameness."
Cole flashed her a gentle smile. "I'd say you have the good sense not to listen to the men who don't appreciate your differences."
"Damn straight," she said with a grin.
"I'm very tempted to dismiss the two men who wait so anxiously to make love to you again," he murmured.
Her eyes widened. "Now why would you do that?"
"So I could have you all to myself. And trust me, Julie. You wouldn't miss having the extra guy around."
Well damn. A hot buzz sizzled up her spine. At least now she knew what Faith and Serena saw in this place. She didn't have to be submissive to appreciate the reverence with which women were treated here.
A knock at the door sounded, causing Julie to jump and then cover herself with her hands, which was pretty laughable given her bountiful attributes and the amount of skin not covered by her graceless pose.
Calmly, Cole went to the closet and drew out a robe. He settled it around her shoulders then waited as she put her arms through the holes. When she was done, he tied it snugly at her waist and then called for the person at the door to come in.
Another handsome man entered carrying a tray—were there no ugly men on the premises? While it was nice from a feminine perspective, it seemed a bit unrealistic. But then this place was all about fantasy.
Cole took the tray and dismissed the young man with a simple gesture. As he carried it to the bed, he met her gaze with a questioning glint in his eyes.
"Want company or would you prefer to eat alone?"
She looked down. "Well, now that I'm not nak*d, I'd prefer company unless you have other debaucheries to attend."
He laughed and settled onto the bed beside her. "I like you a lot, Julie. You're different. So many woman—and men—come here, most curious, a few rubberneckers, most having no idea of themselves. You, on the other hand . .."
"Oh, don't stop now," she said as she slathered creamy cheese spread on a cracker. "I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity."
"You present a man the best kind of challenge."
She rolled her eyes. "Please don't give me the line about wanting to chase down and subdue me."
"Nope. A different sort of challenge. The challenge is to meet your needs and expectations."
Her eyebrows went up. "Ah now, that challenge I can live with. What woman wouldn't like the thought of a man busting ass to please her?"
"I have a feeling many have tried and failed."
"Hmm I'm not so sure about the trying part but yeah, plenty have failed all right."
She licked her fingers and then reached for the bottled water on the tray. She drank thirstily, closing her eyes in pleasure. When she opened them, Cole was staring at her with quiet intensity.
"You're coming on to me, aren't you?"
His expression didn't change but a hungry gleam entered his eyes. "If I am?"