Page 20 of Stryker
The first kiss had been so delicate, so gentle. This onewas not.
His lips were rough on mine and the stubble on his face scratched my skin. Overwhelming need rose up in me and I wanted more. I’m not sure what more I wanted, but I neededmore. His tongue entered and left my mouth in a primal motion that turned my thoughts to sex. Dragging in a deep breath through my nose, I prayed I wouldn’t faint in his arms.
My heart hammered inmy chest and my hands shook, so I gripped his shoulders to hide my trembling. He leaned into me harder until I was nearly lying back on the couch. My legs parted and my cheeks burned because I knew it looked like I knew what I was doing even though I was working on instinct alone.
With a growl, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead on mine. His rusty eyes, hazy and filled with heat, met mine. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” I whispered the words while running my fingertips though the hair at his temples. With both palms on either side of his scalp, I tilted my head and pressed my lips to his. Again, that white-hot excitement surged through me.
But again, he pulled away. This time, though, he retreated much further. I sat up on the couch as he stood and backed off a step, shoving his hands through his hair. His eyes met mine and I tried to catch my breath as wave after wave of desire crashed over me. Goose bumps raced up and down my arms and I knew my cheeks had to be bright red with how much they stung.
Suddenly, he stepped closer to me and scooped me up in his arms.
I couldn’t speak as he carried me to the bedroom he’d slept in the night before. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed with me in his arms, cradled to his chest. He kissed me and I pulled away. I didn’t like the awkward feeling of being immobile. I wanted to be an active participant in this new adventure, not a passive bystander.
With his lips still on mine, I stood up. This whole action was something new stacked on something newer and I giggled as I struggled out of my shirt while his tongue tickled my lower lip.
His hands helped me, and I broke the kiss to stand up straight. He helped me out of my bra, and I stood there, topless before him as he drank in the sight of me. I fought the urge to cross my arms and cover up, but he pulled me close.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” He pulled me into his lap, but I backed off again. I wanted more. I wanted this. And I’d prove it.
I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and rocked my hips to help myself out of them. They dropped around my ankles and I stepped out of them. My panties followed and my cheeks blazed.
He stood up and my heart leaped. But instead of getting undressed like I expected him to do, he took my shoulders and guided me to the bed. I dropped onto it and he knelt at the edge of the bed. Before I could protest, his lips were on me.
Stunned by the sudden burst of sensations, I relaxed back onto the soft bedspread. The heat of his lips and the way his tongue slid on my slickness left me panting for breath. I didn’t know what to do, so I just lost myself in the pleasure, the surprise sensations of his super-heated tongue on my delicate parts.
Suddenly he began to focus on one spot and pleasure began to scream through me. My belly tightened right up, and I almost choked on a gasp as he reached up and palmed my breast with one hand. His fingers rolled my nipple and spots swam before my eyes. The intensity of all of it crushed the breath right out of me and bright lights lit up my vision.
He let out a grumble of approval and the vibration pushed me off an invisible cliff. My whole body tightened like a steel trap before pleasure rippled through my belly and spread outward like the circles on the surface of water after a stone is thrown in.
Little moans broke over my lips and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t quiet down. He gave me one long lick and pressed a damp kiss to the sensitive nub he’d been teasing with his tongue.
Disappointment filled me. We weren’t done, were we?
He stood up and peeled his shirt off. For the first time I actually saw the thick, corded muscles of his body. My mouth dropped open. He wasn’t slim and wiry, he was built like a wrestler. Big, bulky, powerful with muscles everywhere. He walked to the bedside table and took out a little box. Condoms. My cheeks stung. This was actually going to happen!
His eyes didn’t leave mine as he unbuttoned his pants. I kept my eyes above the belt as he undressed completely before me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care.” I licked my lips. I wanted this. If it hurt a bit, so what? I was more excited than scared.
He sat on the edge of the bed next to me and opened the condom and unrolled it over himself with a steady hand. His hands then found my hips and he guided me onto his lap, holding himself at the right angle while looking me in the eyes.
“This gives you more control.”
I adjusted. With both knees outside his legs, I lowered on him a bit. The pressure of him forcing my body to stretch excited me even more and I let my weight pull me down slowly. His hands slid from my hips to press flat to my lower back and I wound my arms around him. With him upright like this, I could cling to him and I did.
His lips met mine and I opened for his tongue. The overwhelming pressure inside me ached a bit, but the sensations were incredible. Inch by inch, I took him until I settled flush in his lap. My hips bucked and the thrill screamed through me. I knew it was supposed to feel good, but damn this was incredible!
I moved against him, bucking forward as he held onto me. His lips left mine to touch my shoulder, followed by his velvety warm tongue. With every motion, my breasts bounced against his chest, every touch a shocking jolt of pleasure that bolted right between my hips.
With every motion my body built toward something incredible, something intense, something perfect.
He slid a hand up my side, up my ribs and cupped my breast in his hand. His fingers tightened around my nipple and I tossed my head back and cried out. Suddenly, his mouth closed over my nipple and he suckled deeply.
Everything crashed and my body clamped down tightly around him. He let out a groan, but I lost myself to the flood of pleasure and heart-pounding excitement that echoed off every nerve ending in my body and curled my toes. My fingertips dug into his shoulders and I clung to him again as my hips tried to keep moving. Shudder after shudder rolled through me and all the tight muscles suddenly sprang loose almost painfully.
