“Let’s see how much hotter we can get.”
“Any hotter and I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
“Then you’ll miss the best part of the show.”
His teeth grazed the top of her shoulder. “God knows I don’t want to do that. Bring it on, sweetheart. But if I go up in flames, it’s all your fault.”
“Noted.” She straightened, then with an undulating sway, turned to face him. The fire burning in his eyes singed her, pooling more heat in her belly. His hands were clenched, his knuckles white, his breathing labored, his muscles clearly tight with expectation of what she’d do next. Heat seemed to pump off him like steam. Having him so utterly at her mercy, being so completely in control, and seeing how profoundly it affected him was…potent.
Keeping her legs straight, she leaned forward and gripped the back of the chair on either side of his head, caging him in. She then arched forward and brushed her breasts across his face.
He sucked in a sharp breath that exhaled as a growl. Setting a knee on the chair between his legs, she leaned down and slowly traced the outside of his ear with the tip of her tongue. He buried his lips in her cleavage and drew a deep breath. “God, you smell so damn good. Feel so damn good.” His tongue flicked over her half-exposed nipple and her womb clenched. “Taste so damn good.”
She continued to tease him, brushing her breasts over his face, circling her nipples around his mouth, nibbling on his earlobe, brushing her tongue over his bottom lip then gently sucking it into her mouth, all while her knee applied a gently rotating pressure against the base of his erection. His breathing quickened into a series of jagged pants and he lifted his hips and thrust against her knee. “I’m dangerously close to begging,” he warned.
She slowly backed off, her own breathing unsteady. With her gaze fused on his glazed eyes, she untied his robe’s sash and spread the white terry cloth wide. Anticipation pulsed through her at the sight of his rippled abs and that straining erection jutting halfway up his taut stomach. A single drop of pearly fluid glistened on the engorged head of his penis and with a single fingertip she spread the bead of moisture over him. Dropping his head back, he looked at her through half-closed eyes and rolled his hips toward her, seeking more.
She immediately backed off, and forcing herself to keep her movements leisurely and sinuous, she reached behind her to unhook her bra. After she’d let it fall to the floor, she cupped her breasts, reveling in his smoky gaze, his rapt attention. She tugged on her taut nipples then skimmed her hands down her torso. Hooking her fingers beneath her lace panties, she shimmied them down her legs then kicked the bit of material aside and slowly stood, running her hands leisurely upward.
With an animallike growl, he spread his legs wider and slowly thrust upward. Her womb clenched in response and she walked back toward him.
“Untie me.” His voice was low, rough.
She shook her head, and eyes steady on his, leaned forward to grip his tense shoulders then carefully set her knees on the wide seat on either side of his thighs. He instantly leaned forward and drew her nipple into his mouth. A gasp escaped her and she shuddered at the wet warmth tugging on the aroused tip.
Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around his hard flesh. The scent of her arousal and his heat filled her head, making it spin. She positioned herself over his erection then slowly rubbed the velvety head along her wet, swollen cleft. That single touch ignited her like a match to gunpowder and she couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside her.
Grasping his shoulders, she sank down, a slow, slick impalement that shot sweet, hot pulses of pleasure through her. His growl of approval vibrated against her breast and he drew her nipple deeper into his hot mouth. She slowly rose, then lowered herself again.
“Eric,” she said, her voice a breathless moan. “You feel so…” Her voice trailed off into a groan when he ground up, embedding himself deeper.
“So tight,” he whispered, grazing his teeth along her neck. “So wet and hot. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t, taking him in long, languid strokes that he met with increasingly demanding upward thrusts. She picked up the pace, lost in pleasure, both of them straining harder for the next stroke. Her climax exploded, and with a cry her body arched as the convulsions throbbed through her. With a dark growl, Eric ground his hips into hers and she felt him pulse inside her. Limp and panting, with aftershocks still rippling through her, Jessica melted against him, her head flopping forward like a rag doll’s to rest against his shoulder.
“I’ll untie you as soon as I can move,” she managed to say between erratic breaths.