“Perfection,” he murmured against her. “Have you thought about this as much as I have?”
As slowly as he’d entered, he began to withdraw. Sensitive flesh that had fought to accept him now fought to keep him in. Her only means of reply was a series of tiny whimpers.
“Have you?” he pressed, and she realized he wasn’t going to give it back to her until she answered.
“Yes! Please…”
“Good. That’s what I like.” He filled her hard and fast, again and again, slamming her h*ps into the door. “You could’ve had me anytime you wanted, Macy.”
If she made it through this alive…well, she wasn’t sure what she’d do to atone for her survival but it would need to be something pretty momentous. Especially when his free hand squeezed between her body and the door and his fingers drew tantalizing circles around her clit.
When she grew so weak her legs wouldn’t support her, he maneuvered them to her bed, laying her sideways across it. As hot as it had been having him behind her, she needed this. Face-to-face. His weight on her. So right.
She struggled to strip him of the shirt he was still wearing, but they didn’t have time to bother with the jeans clinging to his hips. She’d have him nak*d before the night was over. He slid into her body again and she arched off the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Finally got you in bed,” he murmured, capturing her trembling lips with his.
The kiss, deep, desperate, so heart-stoppingly real, ushered in her first orgasm without warning. He felt it, groaning into her mouth as she contracted around him. She loved how he stopped thrusting and grinded into her then, so in tune with her needs it was almost as if their minds melded as surely as their bodies.
Thoughts like that, she had to banish. But she couldn’t, not when her brain was mush and her body quickly followed suit. Seth gentled his movements as she held on to him, letting her recover.
She knew from experience he wasn’t anywhere near done. He was freaking Wonder Boy when it came to stamina. If by some miracle this became long-term, she was afraid there might be nights she just wouldn’t have the energy to match him.
He grinned down at her. “That was sweet,” he murmured, giving a twist to his h*ps that had her contemplating round two. “Took the edge off?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands to the mattress, easing down to kiss and lick a path to her br**sts. As he did, his c*ck slipped from her, and she gasped, her body clenching against the emptiness he left behind. Her n**ples tightened in anticipation of his mouth. As he’d promised, he didn’t tease her, this time taking one taut crest into his mouth and sucking deeply.
He released one of her hands, and a moment later, his finger slid into the lacy slit between her legs, and her thighs shuddered and closed against his sides. The sensations were just too acute, still sensitive from the ravages of her orgasm. “Mmm. Open up, babe.”
She had to do it by increments, or she would fly into pieces. He waited patiently as she slowly let her knees drop apart.
His finger worked gently, maddeningly between her lips, swirling through her wetness but avoiding her cl*t altogether. All at once, she couldn’t get enough of his touch. Her eyes flew wide as he slid down the length of her body, dropping kisses as he went down her tummy. His tongue flickered into her belly button, and then his lips teased the flesh at the border of her panties.
“These are so f**king sexy,” he murmured. His lips skated over the lace that covered her mound. Her body clamped so hard on to his finger as he withdrew it that he cursed again. And squeezed in another.
By now his mouth was nuzzling her just above where his fingers disappeared into her body, and it was driving her wild. She throbbed, ached, writhed. His breath bathed her, each one a cooling burst just as searing as the heat. “Please,” she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for anymore. The slow thrust and drag of his fingers was only a miniscule reminder of what was to come.
“You want me?” he breathed. “You want my mouth on your p**sy, sucking it until you scream, or my c*ck back inside it? Tell me how you need it, and I’ll give it to you.” His tongue darted once over her clit. She nearly had a seizure. Her h*ps wouldn’t remain still, undulating against his plunging fingers in a perfectly sensuous and torturous rhythm.
As good as it was, it wouldn’t compare to a blinding cli**x with him buried deep inside her, impossibly thick, impossibly hard. She needed it. “Your cock,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
Oh no, was he really going to make her do this?
“I want you inside me,” she said. There could be no mistaking it that time. “Now.”
He didn’t seem to mind the order. Quickly, he stripped his jeans the rest of the way off. At last. When he stretched out over her again, she cradled him between her legs and wrapped her arms around his nak*d flesh, her breathing harsh and irregular. Her trembling had never really subsided—now it doubled. His lips sought hers. She sighed as their tongues swirled around each other, tasting the faintest hint of herself on him. When he glided back into her body, the cry that wrenched from her throat must have sounded deceptively painful.
“Okay?”
“Don’t stop.”
That was the beauty of this, knowing he wouldn’t, knowing he would take her there as many times as she needed to go. Confident now in her well-being, he unleashed his strength on her. She was more than ready for it, locking her ankles behind his back and hanging on for dear life, letting him exorcise all these months of accumulated frustration. She clung to him, taking it all and giving it back to him. Ecstasy had made her blind, but when he rolled them over so that she was on top, she vowed it wouldn’t make her weak too.
A very fine sheen of sweat coated his chest, glistening in the lamplight. His body was nothing short of a work of art from his hard lines and planes to his ink; she’d only caught a glimpse of all of it but already knew she wanted desperately to run her tongue along those hip dips.
Later. The wicked glint in his eye was too enticing, and he felt too damn good inside her.
She squeezed her internal muscles and grinned at his reaction. His fingers bit into her thighs, and his chin tilted up. “Fuck, woman.”
“Don’t forget how much I like to ride.”
He groaned in agony. “Crap. I’m dead.”
She leaned down and grasped his chin, locking gazes with him. “I’ll go easy on you.”
His laugh sounded pained, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the amazement in his expression. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”
She rolled her hips, and his voice became lost in a growl. His hands roamed up to cup her br**sts, and she covered his fingers with her own, keeping up the pace and the angle that had him hitting all the right spots inside her. She’d wanted to deny there was something to be said for the piercing, but she’d have to be a fool—or a liar. When she leaned back just so…
Oh. My. God.
She gasped his name. Her rhythm became erratic, lost to passion. Pleasure, hot and molten, pooled low in her belly. Her first orgasm was usually her most intense, but he was going to shatter everything she thought she knew about herself and sex. One of his hands slid down so his thumb could circle her clit, and there was no fighting it. Her thighs locked down on his hips; her body clamped hard on him. The world exploded.
She collapsed over him as wave after wave swept through her, each contraction seeming to allow him deeper. So deep she didn’t think she could take any more, but she did. He murmured insanely wicked things in her ear. And just as the maelstrom was ending for her, he was caught up in his own.
He flipped her underneath him as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, crushing her to the mattress. His sexy growl in her ear as he pushed deep and shuddered had her thinking enough naughty thoughts to keep them both occupied all night long. She stroked his back as he came, scoring him lightly with her fingernails. Judging by his shivers, he loved it.
“God, Macy,” he groaned. Slowly, his hip movements subsided. She missed that rhythm immediately, didn’t want it to end. So when he made a move to pull away, she locked her ankles around him and mewled.
His laugh sounded breathless. “It’s okay. I’ll just sleep here.”
“Good.”
“I’m not too heavy?”
She shook her head against his shoulder. Truthfully, she knew when she let him go…it was over. Reality would set in. She would have to look at him and know that he saw just how shaken she was. Who knew what nak*d post-coital vulnerability was showing on her face right now? She felt like crying. She couldn’t speak.
He dotted kisses along her jawline, eventually finding her lips. She sighed as she opened to let him in, thinking it funny how a kiss had ignited her and now it was soothing her. Bringing her down. Calming her ragged breath, her racing heart.
They ended up lying on their sides, facing each other, legs a tangle she didn’t even want to begin to figure out. She only wanted to enjoy the lazy, gentle brush of his fingers up and down her arm. Silence stretched out for a long time while she just looked at him.
“You must think I’m the biggest prude,” she said after a while.
His dark brows dipped. “What in the hell makes you say that?”
“You having to shut me up.”
“Naw. Prudish wouldn’t be getting dirty in the backseat, having phone sex and…showing up tonight in crotchless panties. Damn, if I’d known you were wearing those all night…” His eyes closed as if savoring the mere thought of what he’d have done to her. “Let’s just say we might’ve had to find a closet or something at my buddy’s house.”
She laughed. “I guess when you put it like that…”
“But, I can let you in on a secret. The little reservations and hang-ups you do have turn me on. Immensely.”
“Really? Why?”
“It’s a bigger challenge to get you to let go. And far more rewarding for me when you do.”
So that was what all this was about. A challenge. Even that Raina girl had insinuated that. Oh well, how could she really be offended? At least he knew what he wanted, what he liked. At least he was honest. “I can see how it might be an ego stroke for you.”
“That really has nothing to do with it. And don’t get me wrong. I love a woman who loves sex and talking dirty.” He reached up to rub his thumb across her bottom lip. Her eyes fell closed as his fingers trailed over her chin and down her throat. “But there’s just something about hearing dirty talk coming from a nice, clean mouth. Any girl who says ‘fuck’ every other word can tell me to f**k her, and it’s hot, but it doesn’t mean as much as when you say it. If I can get you to tell me to f**k you, Macy, f**k you harder, f**k you faster…you’d better believe you’re going to get it. You’re going to get everything I’ve got, and then some.”
How did he get her blood racing so fast so soon? Those very words he wanted to hear from her were crowding in her throat right now. She even pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to form the f. Just to test him. He seemed to be holding his breath, waiting. When she opened her eyes, she found his face so close their lips were almost touching.