Um, yeah. Obviously he was a mind reader. "Yes," she said, wondering if it would be rude to grab his hair for leverage. She gripped the sheets instead and tried to remember to breathe, tried not to squirm and flop around in an ecstasy that came dangerously close to agony. She didn't want to look desperate and unattractive, she wanted to be sexy and artful and elegant.
"Okay."
Then Elec plunged his tongue inside her and Tamara decided to screw elegant. When had she ever been that anyway? And what was the point in holding back, denying herself any piece of this experience? She was this far in, might as well toss out the last of the old inhibitions and just say what she felt. So she arched her back, grabbed his hair with both hands, and let go of the most outrageous moan she had ever emitted in her entire sexual existence. That felt so good. Beyond good. Better than great. More than amazing.
It was two years of celibacy, of clamping down on her desire, erupting all at once, and when he flicked his warm tongue over her tight clitoris, she broke, and let the orgasm rush over her.
CHAPTER THREE
ELEC held on to Tamara's thighs for leverage and kept tasting her, his body hard and aching and totally overwhelmed at how freaking sexy she was. When she came for him, her hands yanking on his hair, her back up, her thighs wrapping around him, the rich scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, he almost lost it himself. He could feel her muscles contracting, feel the tremors that raced through her legs, and the spasms of her fingers jerking on the roots of his hair. It was a big one, and he felt both pride and want so intense he closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his cock throbbing on her leg.
Get control, that's what he needed to do. He didn't want it to be over before he started, and that was a very real possibility given that he was dangling on the edge already just from giving her oral sex. Once he went in, it was going to take everything in him not to just explode in thirty seconds or less. Tamara was wiggling beneath him, her breathing ragged.
"Where are you going?" he asked, prying his eyes open and giving her a searching look. He hoped she wasn't having regrets already.
"I'm just shifting," she said, her eyes glassy, her hair falling forward on the left side and sticking to her lip. "Sit up."
"What? Why?" If she made him leave now, he was fairly certain he would weep.
But Tamara was sitting up and getting on her knees and tugging him up and . . .
Holy shit.
It finally clicked what she was doing.
She was offering to give him head.
Elec should tell her that wasn't necessary. That he didn't expect reciprocation. That he was too close, anyway, and maybe they should just proceed to the main event.
But then he was on his knees, and she was on all fours in front of him, and her hair was falling forward in a sensual cascade, and he could see the bumps of her spine down her delicate back to the peek of her very cute ass, and his protest died on his lips. Then her mouth was on him and he about died along with his protest. Apparently oral sex was like riding a bike-once you knew how, you never forgot. There was no evidence that it had been two years since Tamara had been with a man. She was working him over from tip to shaft, sucking with skill and enthusiasm, forcing him to grit his teeth and grip her shoulders.
"That feels so goddamn good," he said as her warmth surrounded him, pulling and sliding along his erection.
She made little sounds, like she was pleasing herself pleasing him, and Elec closed his eyes again. He couldn't see her and feel her, it was too much, he was too close. He kept his eyes screwed shut, mind empty, feeling the suck and pull of her hot mouth on his throbbing cock, the slick slide of her saliva over his flesh, and wanting it to never end at the same time he knew he only had about thirty seconds of control left in him. When she went deep, taking all of him, he groaned and jerked back on the bed, panting.
"That's enough. Lie back down." He sounded urgent, he knew it, his hands reaching for her shoulders, gently trying to urge her back, and he should apologize for being demanding, but damn it, he was desperate.
She handed him a condom before going onto her back again and he slapped the thing on so fast it was a miracle he didn't just burst right on out the other end. Job done, he looked up, and found her spread out in front of him, her hair spilling across the pillow, her arms above her head, her breasts and nipples arching up at him, her legs delightfully spread out for him to move in between. Elec paused, just to savor his good luck, to appreciate the classy, mature woman who was willing to take off her clothes for him.
It was humbling to know that she hadn't been with anyone since her husband, and he reached out, slipped two fingers inside her, and stroked. She rewarded him with a soft moan and eyes that fluttered shut. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit and she squirmed in a very satisfying way.
"Elec," she whispered, eyes still closed.
"Yes?" He plunged his fingers deeper, then pulled them back out, pleased at the way she tried to follow him with her hips and prevent him from leaving.
"Give it to me. Please."
He could make her spell out exactly what it was she wanted, but Elec knew when to push and when to let it go. The fact that she was asking at all was a total turn-on, and he knew probably a big thing for her. And truth be told, he didn't want to wait one more lousy second to be inside her.
So he said, "You got it, sugar," and he replaced his teasing fingers with his cock at her warm, wet opening.
Her legs slipped around behind his knees, almost drawing him into her, but he resisted, just bumping lightly against her, torturing himself at the same time he was enjoying the way she gripped the pillow on either side of her head. He stayed there, drawing out the anticipation, getting himself under control so it lasted more than four seconds, while she moved restlessly beneath him, spreading her wet desire all over the tip of his erection and driving him crazy.
When she said, "Elec, please . . ." he gave up trying to own the situation and just pushed inside her with abandon.
Then he just about stopped breathing. Dammit, she was tight and felt so good. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and he knew the feeling. Unable to stop himself, he forget about slow, about finesse, about coaxing her to another orgasm. He just pounded, taking her hard, desperately, in and out with hard, urgent thrusts, her body wrapping around his. To his amazement, and gratitude, she came again, her mouth opening on a silent cry.
She was barely easing back down when he followed her, exploding in an orgasm that had him forgetting his own name. He could honestly say that nothing-no woman, no win on the track-had ever been as good as that moment when he pulsed inside her, his whole body tense, his brain empty of anything but the way it felt to be buried deep inside Tamara, her swollen lips parted on a sigh, her eyes filled with sensual triumph and satisfaction.
When he pulled out of her, sweat rolling down his back, his muscles replete, whole body damn happy, he rolled onto his side and took Tamara with him. She reached down and dragged the sheet up and over them, then gave him a small smile.
"Definitely worth the wait," she said.
Oh, yeah. Elec felt a ridiculous level of pride, vowing to make the next time even better.
After he caught a quick little nap. He brushed her lovely hair off her face and ran a finger down her smooth cheek. "Glad to hear it, sugar."
Then he promptly fell asleep like the guy that he was.
TAMARA woke up with a start, a knock on the door jerking her out of deep sleep. She had a hazy half second of trying to figure out why her door would be closed at all, when she realized she wasn't at home. She was in Ryder's coach. She glanced to her left.
And Elec was in bed with her.
Oh, Lord. She'd had sex with him, a total stranger that she'd convinced herself didn't qualify as a stranger since Ryder knew him. And she'd loved every dang second of it. But now it was the morning after and she had zero experience with that concept, and there was clearly someone standing on the other side of the door.
Mere feet away from where she knew she was still naked lying in bed with most likely an equally naked Elec. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she did recall him pulling her against his body, still naked as a jaybird. She eyeballed him now as he slept. He definitely looked naked, even though the sheet was covering him from the waist down. His chest was bare and he looked big and strong and satisfied. Naked. All sorts of naked.