Qasim set his thumb against her clit. His dark eyes narrowed as he watched Vectra’s reactions. She bit down on her bottom lip and rolled her hips when he used his other thumb to circle a nipple in slow sweeps.
The move sent sparks of erotic radiation throughout her sex-hungry body. Her hips bucked right off the bed when Qasim claimed the heart of her in one potent tongue thrust. He gripped her hips, steadying her without ever breaking his oral claim on her core. Vectra felt him drop several possessive taps to her thigh—a warning to stay put.
Sensually vexed, she spread her hands up and outward over the bed, sheltering them beneath the hoard of pillows near the top. Slowly, she rocked her hips in time to the thrusts and rotations of his tongue.
Qasim’s hunger had reached insatiable heights. His arousal was a painful ache below his waist, made more so due to the fact that it was still confined behind his trousers.
Amidst her pleasure haze, Vectra angled her foot beneath Sim’s waist to test the extent of his need. She smiled brightly when he shuddered in response.
Vectra’s naughty move was the final straw for Qasim. He pushed up once more, this time to relieve himself of his pants, shoes, socks and boxers. He snagged several condom packets from his trousers before tossing the garment free of the bed.
Power and passion surged through Vectra like some enhanced version of adrenaline. Easily, she pushed Qasim to his back and took possession of the condoms. With a drugging touch, she applied their protection while dragging her tongue from Qasim’s collarbone, down his sternum, across the devastating array of abdominal muscles and finally teasing his navel. She straddled his body, her back to him, and eased the casing over his shaft, which was as impressive in length as it was in girth.
Her lips parted on a soft sigh as she anticipated the enticing endowment inside her. Milliseconds after setting the condom in place, she felt her hips seized in a viselike hold. Qasim lifted and settled her with exquisite mastery, her back facing him, and proceeded to stretch her with his throbbing solidness.
Vectra threw back her head to hiss out Qasim’s name, the sound leaving her throat on a husky groan. Her breathing came in broken hiccups as he conducted her body to his satisfaction. He lifted and rotated her hips, smothered in his big hands. He released her to smooth his palms over her upper thighs and back.
Vectra’s head sloped forward. She rode him enthusiastically in the reverse-cowgirl position, and the room grew colored by the mingled sounds of their throaty moans. The faint slapping of skin as their bodies rhythmically connected and reconnected merely enhanced their passionate desperation.
Qasim was sensitive enough to know Vectra was moments from coming apart on him. He wasn’t ready for that, but, damn, if she didn’t feel too good to tear away from.
The systematic clench and release of her sexual muscles tossed him over wave after seductive wave. Qasim’s deep voice was faint as he grunted out her name each time she squeezed and milked him. He spilled his seed into the condom, his body shaking as he both cursed and celebrated his loss of control.
Vectra slumped forward, surrendering to her own shattering release. Once depleted, she fell back against Qasim. She took her time catching her breath and enjoying the soothing sensation of her back sealed flat against his chest. She flinched a little when his palm smoothed down her front, not stopping until he’d covered her mound. They were still intimately connected, and she felt her sex react as though it had its own agenda. Her sensitive muscles clutched at his organ. Semierect, it still felt amazing inside her.
Vectra bucked gently against his hand when he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He then soothed the spot beneath his middle finger, which quickly labored her breathing.
Qasim steadied her rolling hips beneath one hand, his erection firming and lengthening to breathtaking depth inside her for another exquisite round.
Vectra woke the next morning flat on her back and twisted in a tangle of covers. She was there alone. Relief and agitation both stirred. Relief because she needed a little more time to recover from last night’s escapades. Qasim Wilder could retire from finance and bottle his stamina instead. She had a feeling his income wouldn’t suffer in the least.
Then there was her case of mild agitation. She hadn’t come close to getting into what they were really supposed to be doing the night before—discussing his business.
Vectra massaged her eyes and lay there, debating on whether to leave the bed or roll over into a more comfortable position, when she heard soft male laughter followed by a distinct feminine twitter. Frowning, Vectra pushed herself up to rest her weight on her elbows. She waited for the sound to repeat. It did, and it had her leaving the bed to investigate.