Anticipation(25)

He reached past her to turn off the water, the abrupt cessation of water  and noise making her lift her head and blink in confusion.

"Are we done?" she asked, and he could hear the disappointment in her voice.

He kissed her once, hard.

"Not even close."

He opened the shower door and grabbed a towel.

Without saying a word, he wrapped her in the soft fabric. When he kissed  her, she met him halfway, her tongue sliding against his with  increasing hunger. Her hands found his arms, her fingers digging into  his biceps as she strained closer, seeking more.

He felt his cock swelling yet again, and his hips jerked as Blue slipped  a hand between their bodies to wrap a hand around his length.

"No," he said against her mouth, breaking their kiss and twisting his hips to pull his cock from her hands.

"Are you usually this bossy?" she asked.

"You had your turn before. Payback is a bitch," he said.

He kissed her before she could respond, swallowing her objection, his  hands clamping onto her bare ass with carnal intent. When he took a  step, she went with him, her body pressed to his.

Together they shuffled into the bedroom, bodies and mouths locked  together. When the mattress hit the back of her knees, she went down  willingly, dragging him with her.

The feel of her beneath him, her thighs spread wide, her breasts  flattened against his chest spoke to some deep, primal need in him and  he broke their kiss to admire her spread-eagled body. Her creamy, full  breasts topped with darkly puckered nipples, her belly rising and  falling in time with her increasingly urgent breathing, the dark curls  at the juncture of her thighs. He ran a hand down her body, marveling at  the warm smoothness of her skin.         

     



 

"You feel so good. So smooth," he murmured. "I want to eat you, you feel so good."

He cupped her breast. They both watched as he plumped it in his hand,  his thumb flicking over her nipple. The pale brown bud hardened, eager  for more, and he lowered his head and drew it into his mouth. He sucked  firmly and she arched her back as he grazed her with his teeth. He  slipped his other hand between her thighs. God, he wanted to be inside  her again, even though it had barely been minutes since he'd come.

She made a small, animal sound of approval when he pushed one, then two  fingers inside her. He lifted his head from her breasts so he could  watch what he was doing, noting the way her belly and thighs trembled  with restrained need as he stroked her pussy inside and out.

"You like that?" he asked, his fingers tracing a slick path either side of her entrance, his gaze on her face now.

"Don't ask stupid questions."

He smiled. "Okay, I won't."

He shifted farther down the bed. Blue gave a little hiccupping sob, and  he knew she understood where he was going, what he was about to do to  her.

"Do you have any idea how many hours I've devoted to thinking about how  good you must taste? How many times I've come thinking about fucking you  with my mouth?" he said.

He settled between her wide-spread thighs, making sure she was watching  as he lifted the fingers he'd had inside her to his mouth. She bit her  lip as he licked his fingers, savoring the taste and smell of her.

Then he lowered his head and lapped at the seam of her sex. His first  taste made him growl with impatience. So fucking good - sex and woman  and salt and something he had no name for.

Need, maybe. Or maybe it was just the essence of Blue.

Using one hand to spread her wide, he spared her nothing, teasing her  with long, firm strokes of his tongue before pulling her clit into his  mouth and sucking gently. She shuddered and moaned, her fingers sliding  into his hair, her thighs straining wider, as though she couldn't get  enough of him.

He worked her clit with his tongue while he stroked her inner lips with  his fingers, loving the way she writhed beneath him, her hips bucking  restlessly. Then he slipped two fingers inside her and she shuddered  from head to toe.

"Eddie. Please," she begged.

He renewed his assault, and he felt the exact moment it became too much  for her, her whole body tensing before she came in a series of  convulsions that tightened her inner muscles around his invading  fingers.

Only when her grip on his hair loosened did he lift his head, pressing  kisses against the inside of her thighs, her mound, her belly, shaken  and proud and triumphant that he'd been able to give her so much  pleasure, that he'd made her beg and buck and shudder.

"Seu sabor é tão gostoso," he said, telling her how good she tasted to him.

She was lying with one arm thrown across her eyes, her chest still  rising and falling rapidly and she looked so good to him he was hard put  not to simply climb on board and start all over again.

Instead, he settled beside her and leashed his impatience.

For now, anyway.

The night was still young, after all.





Blue was ruined, every muscle soft as butter, barely able to lift her head.

The things Eddie had done to her … the way he'd made her feel …

It had been worth the wait. It really had.

No matter what might come tomorrow, she refused to regret this moment.  It had been too necessary. Too complete. Too mind-blowing.

She turned her head to look at him. He had his arms folded behind his  head, exposing the dark hair beneath his arms as he studied the ceiling.  His belly muscles were pulled taut by the posture, his feet crossed at  the ankle. Against all odds, she felt desire stir again.

The man had just given her two orgasms in rapid succession, and she  wanted more. But when hadn't she been greedy where Eddie was concerned?

He turned his head, meeting her gaze. For a moment they simply studied  one another, almost as though they'd never seen each other before. Or -  maybe - as if they were seeing each other clearly for the first time.

"How're you doing?" he asked after a beat, his voice a low, intimate rumble.

"Pretty good. How 'bout you?"

"Yeah. Pretty damn good." His smile was slow and warm.

She couldn't help but smile in response before her gaze returned to his  body, magnetically drawn by the hard planes and beautifully developed  muscles of his chest and belly.

This man … she'd had so many dirty, secret thoughts about this man. She'd  longed to touch him for so many years. And tonight, he was all hers.

She could explore his body at will. She could run her hands across his  chest. She could learn the texture of his skin and the strength of his  muscles. She could taste him and smell him. She could bite him and lick  him. She didn't have to ask permission or feel guilty or hold back.         

     



 

She was free to act, to consume, to caress, and to admire.

She rolled onto her side and lay her hand on his chest, pressing down  lightly. His pec muscles were firm beneath her spread fingers, giving  minimally with her touch. His heartbeat vibrated through his body and  into her hand, thud-thud, thud-thud.

She smoothed her palm from one pec to the other. His skin was so smooth  and hot. Her gaze got caught on the dark brown circles of his nipples  and she paused to tease one, watching it pucker beneath her touch.

"I've always wondered how that feels for men," she said, glancing up meet his gaze.

"How does it feel for you?"

"Intense. Bright. I feel it here -" she touched herself between the  thighs "- and it makes me achy and wet. It makes me want more."

His body tensed briefly, as though her words had done something to him.

"You make that sound pretty awesome," he said.

"It doesn't feel like that for you?"

"It feels good, but not that good."

"But you still like it?"

"Yeah. I like it plenty."

She gave him a look from under her lashes before leaning close and  tonguing his nipple. He shifted minutely and she smiled against his  skin. He definitely liked that.

She transferred her attention to his other nipple, then licked and  sucked her way into his armpit. He laughed and pulled his arms from  behind his head as he twisted away from her questing mouth.

"Too much?" She hadn't realized Eddie was ticklish.

"Way too much."

She glanced down his body and saw he was hard again. God, he had a nice  cock. Straight and thick and long. He'd filled her so beautifully,  stretching her, satisfying her.

Hands braced on his chest, she slid a leg over his hips and shifted so  she was straddling him. His erection was directly beneath her, and she  nudged her hips, narrowing her eyes as her most sensitive flesh pressed  against his. Eddie watched her lazily, a half-smile playing around his  lips.

"Enjoying yourself there?" he asked.

"Not as much as I could be."

His cock twitched beneath her, and she rose on her knees and reached  between them, wrapping her hand around his erection. He was so hard, the  skin of his shaft as warmly tactile as the finest silk. Her throat grew  tight with lust as she stroked him, gliding the pad of her thumb across  the sensitive tip.

"Blue," he muttered, his hips pumping into her hand.