Almost Like Love(49)
His hands were like iron, but his mouth was gentle. He licked her softly, thoroughly, and when his tongue flicked against her clitoris, she let out a cry before she could hold it back.
He did it again, and again.
If he kept doing that, she was going to come.
But then he pulled back and licked her again, his tongue delving deeper.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
There was no more embarrassment or fear or shame. There was only the rising tide of her body and a pleasure so intense she was moaning, crying out, making sounds she’d never made in her life.
She was throbbing, quivering, aching for release. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, his tongue was there, and as she arched up to meet him he thrust two fingers inside her.
She came so hard it felt as if she’d left her body, transformed from flesh and blood into pure ecstasy.
“Ian!”
She heard his name as though someone else had called it out, and it sounded so good and so right, she said it again.
“Ian . . .”
When she came back into her body, she was trembling. Ian’s hands had gone from iron-hard to whisper-soft, caressing her skin as he kissed his way back up her body.
Finally he rested his forehead against hers.
With a shock of surprise, she realized that he was trembling, too.
“Are you all right?” she whispered.
He laughed a little shakily. “Yeah, I’m all right. That was just . . . intense.”
“For you?”
He pulled back and smiled down at her.
“Yeah, for me.”
Then he kissed her, and the tang of her on his lips made her feel raw and wild and untamed.
“More,” she said when he dragged his mouth from hers. “I want more.”
He glanced at something over her shoulder. “I do, too. But I’m starting to like your idea of moving into the bedroom. For one thing, I wouldn’t mind having a little more room to maneuver. And for another, your cat is staring at me.”
Kate twisted her head to look, and there was Gallifrey, sitting on the arm of the sofa and gazing down at them.
“The bedroom it is,” she agreed. “As long as we can keep the lights on,” she added, and Ian gave her a quick, hard kiss before getting to his feet and pulling her up after him.
Her legs were shaky, so she hung onto his hand as they stumbled down the hall. And then they were in her bedroom and falling onto her silk comforter.
“I want these off now,” Kate said, her hands going to his zipper, and this time he rolled onto his back and let her do what she wanted.
She tugged his jeans and boxers off, along with his socks. He’d dropped his shirt back in the living room, so now he was lying naked on her bed in all his glory.
And quite a bit of glory it was.
When she wrapped her hand around his erection, his whole body tensed.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, and he groaned.
Her hand tightened. “Do men really like to hear that?”
“Hell, yes. We’re shallow that way.”
“Then I should tell you that you’re the biggest man I’ve ever been with. Of course, I’ve only been with three other guys, so it’s not much of a sample group.”
She began to move her hand up and down his length.
His breath hissed through his teeth. “Doesn’t matter. Say it again.”
She leaned close and whispered in his ear. “You’re. So. Big.”
Her hand moved faster, and Ian groaned again.
She felt a rush of confidence. Deciding to go with it, she slid down the bed and took him in her mouth.
“Jesus,” he growled.
Whenever she’d gone down on Chris, he’d been gentle and considerate, letting her set the pace. It wasn’t like that with Ian. He slid a hand into her hair and urged her to take him deeper, his voice and his touch hard and rough and demanding.
Her body responded with a flash of heat and rush of moisture at her center.
She wanted to make him come. She wanted it so much, she almost cried out in protest when he pulled away suddenly.
“That feels too good,” he said, gasping for breath. “If you keep going I’ll come, and I don’t want to like that—not the first time. I want to be inside you.”
His words made her shiver.
He rolled to the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor, pulling a condom out of his back pocket.
Kate propped herself up on her elbows and watched him. “I see you came prepared.”
His eyes were fierce and hot when he looked at her. “I told you I wanted this.”
“I’m on the pill, if you—”
He shook his head. “I feel better using a condom.”
“Okay.”
For a moment they just stared at each other. Kate’s body felt like a bowstring, taut and vibrating with anticipation. Ian’s face was flushed, his jaw muscles tense and his neck muscles corded. He breathed as if he’d been running.