Adrift, lost in his sucks and licks and touches, she managed to wriggle out of her clothing and fumbled with his jeans. Lips working their way back up her chest to her neck, he took her mouth again and released her backside long enough to quickly get rid of his own clothes.
His erection sprang free, and they both looked down at it grazing her low belly. She couldn’t stop herself wrapping her hand around his girth. She wanted to touch, to feel that silky steel heavy in her hand.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hand closed around hers, and together they pumped him once, twice.
She found her voice long enough to peer at him and ask, “Are you going to fuck me right here against the door?”
Sliding their hands from his shaft, he pushed himself off, and his entire masculine frame came into view. He was magnificent, like a marble carving of the perfect male specimen but in living, vivid color. He stole the breath from her lungs.
“Maybe later,” he said quietly. She looked into his hooded eyes, and they were scanning her body the way she had scanned his, but with unmistakable awe shining in them. “I’d rather we were in my bed for our first time.”
Thank God because hot as it would be for him to do her against the door, the physicality would be awkward. She preferred to stretch alongside him, under him, on top of him, to get the full sensation of skin sliding against skin.
He led her up a flight of stairs to his open bedroom loft illuminated by the cozy glow from below and the dim light of a bedside lamp. The ceiling was too low for him to stand to his full height. The crown of her head barely cleared it, but it didn’t matter because he plopped on the edge of an enormous, neatly made king bed and pulled her down beside him. He tackled her playfully onto her back and rolled on top of her, sprinkling kisses over her jawline.
“Do you want me to turn off the light?”
She shook her head. Mesmerized by the play of his muscles, she wanted to watch as they flexed and stretched. For a moment, she froze, remembering the fingerprints on her breast. The angry purple had faded to a vague pink overnight, so maybe, just maybe, they would disappear completely in the dim light.
He encircled her wrists and raised them above her head with a touch so gentle she didn’t feel the sprain. She did hold her breath, though, when his gaze perused her, letting it out again when he didn’t seem to notice the blemishes. Dipping his head, he unleashed a fresh onslaught on her mouth, her throat, her chest. He lavished her breasts with attention that swung from tender to ruthless, sending her so high she thought she might orgasm from that alone before bringing her back down again.
God, his mouth!
She was putty, and the way he took command left no doubt he knew it. Kissing his way down her body, he palmed her inner thighs and splayedher to accommodate his wide shoulders. He pinned her legs to the mattress while his talented tongue worked more of its wicked magic.
Her first orgasm took her by surprise, though it shouldn’t have because he’d primed her when he’d first demonstrated his devotion to her breasts. The second one was a slower build, involving tongue and fingers and a thumb that knew what the hell to do.
She wanted him to stop the exquisite torture and bury himself inside her, but he refused to stray off the determined course he was on.
“No,” he gruffly replied. “Not done with you yet.”
Damn it!
As she clenched the covers in a death grip, she dared a glance. Between her raised knees, his glittering green eyes fastened on her face, and a vague recollection from their earlier make-out session emerged from her carnal fog. It wasn’t as much a conscious thought as it was a tortured plea, but she gasped his name right before she bucked off the bed like a rocket shooting to the moon.
Her breaths were rapid-fire, her moans halting, her legs shaky. Broken thoughts drifted in a warm soup of ebbing lust. Coming on his tongue—not once, but twice—satisfied a need for release but left her wanting more. She craved the connection of holding him inside her heated walls, that fullness, that skin-to-skin contact, that feeling that only the luxurious weight of a man’s body atop her could fulfill. And more than any other man before him, she wanted all that withhim, and she wanted itnow.
As if he understood her silent wish, he climbed up her body before she could descend all the way from Cloud O, pausing only briefly to trail kisses along her hipbone, her rib cage, her chest. She came to her earthly senses when he slid off her body and she recognized the sound of a condom packet ripping. She opened her eyes and watched with unrestrained appreciation as he expertly rolled the condom over the weeping crown of his thick cock.
His eyes darted her way, and he caught her licking her lips. “Like what you see, surfer girl?”
She wriggled into a semi-upright position. “Nice, barkeep.Verynice.”Don’t mind me salivating over here.Her core pulsed with anticipation.
Fully sheathed, he stretched out on his back beside her and hauled her onto him. Pressing her hands against his chiseled chest, she straddledhim, his cock a mast jutting between them. Eyes roaming over her, he bit his lower lip.
“Like what you see?” she teased.
His eyes shot to hers and held. Softness and heat played in their emerald depths. “You have no idea,” he murmured with reverence. He wove his fingers into her hair and gently tugged. “Come here.”
She did so eagerly, bracing herself on her palms, her pubic bone pinning his shaft against his six-pack. Her sensitive nipples, like hard pearls, brushed his pecs, heightening sensation.
He stroked her hair with loving caresses, and when his rough palm came to rest on her cheek, she leaned into the touch. This wasn’t only about sex. She was on an unfamiliar plane with this man, and he didn’t hide that he was right there with her.
He pulled her lips to his, whispering, “You are the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Her heart skittered in her chest before melting into a puddle of thudding goo. He kissed her with a tenderness so deep she nearly wept. It didn’t take long before passion swelled and transformed the connection. Their tongues indulged and dueled and probed. Her body moved against his erection, and she drank in his kisses while his hands skimmed her skin, his touch becoming insistent as the kiss heated, growing wilder and more unbridled.
Breaking the kiss, he latched on to a nipple while his hand took a firm grip of the other breast. She let out a wail of pleasure and wriggled. The move released his cock, and she wrapped her hand around it and stroked, pulling a long, sensual groan from him. Then she lined herself up. His broad crown breached her entrance, and she lowered herself, taking him in inch by glorious inch, biting her sore lip to keep from impaling herself in one go.
Oh. My. God.
