He reached out and the first thing he did was trace a line around the V-neckline of her blouse with his fingertips and she knew precisely what he planned to do. Make her hotter; get her ready.
He tenderly pulled her blouse over her head, skillfully removing her bra in the process. The moment her breasts were free, he reached out and filled his hands with them and the moment his fingers touched them, she released a moan that she refused to hold back. When he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth and began torturing it with his tongue, she felt herself weaken and thought she would slither to the floor and actually caught herself from falling.
“Can’t have you losing your balance on me,” he whispered, pulling back to steady her before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. “Let me take you someplace where you’ll be comfortable.”
He walked through the hallway to his bedroom and the moment he placed her on the bed, he joined her there and kissed her, even more deeply and hotter than before. She caught a few silky strands of his hair in her hand to hold his mouth to hers, needing this contact with him, while returning the kiss with a ravenous need of her own. And when he finally broke off the kiss to pull back, she knew that he intended to remove the rest of her clothes; every stitch she had on.
She thought he would pull up her skirt and began inching his hand underneath, going where he’d now been given permission to go. She drew in a deep breath when instead, after removing her shoes, he slid his hands up her legs, tracing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. When his hand closed possessively over her feminine mound through her silk panties, she automatically arched her back.
“Getting this,” he whispered hoarsely, “Is the ultimate goal.”
Nothing, Sonya thought, could be plainer than that. She drew in a deep, shaky breath, one filled with all the need that she felt, all the need that he was making her feel. “I’ve told you what I want from you, now tell me what you want from me, Sonya,” she heard him say over the erratic beating of her heart.
She met his gaze and not caring that she probably sounded like a shameless, begging hussy, especially when he still had a possessive hold on the most feminine part of her, she said. “I want you to make love to me all night long, and be forewarned, even that might not be enough to get you out of my system. I might need to hang around a while tomorrow, too.”
She offered no resistance when he began pulling her panties down her legs. “All night and all day tomorrow. I don’t have a problem with that,” he said throatily, and then he brought her panties to his nose and inhaled. “Your scent drives me wild.” He returned his gaze to her face before tossing her underwear aside.
Mesmerized by what he’d just done as well as what he’d said, her desire was ignited in a way it had never been before. The fire of passion she clearly saw burning in his eyes had to be a mirror of her own. As he reached down to ease her skirt off her body, she lifted her hips and continued to hold his gaze. They both knew what they wanted. There was no game playing for either of them. For once they were on the same accord.
* * *
Mike took a step back from the bed and looked at Sonya from head to toe, and all the skin that was now exposed since he had removed her skirt. He doubted he’d ever seen a more perfect woman. Every curve and indention seemed made for a man’s touch.
His touch.
It was daylight outside, not even close to getting dark, so he clearly saw everything, every delectable inch of her and was driven with a desire to savor it all. Every one of his senses was focused on doing just that.
Then he moved. Leaning forward, he drew her against him and placed his lips on hers. This was a kiss meant to claim her while at the same time arouse her. She responded in kind and their tongues mingled, began tangling madly, hotly and as intensely as anything he’d ever experienced before. And the feel of her twin globes pressing into his bare chest, bestowed a promise of pleasure he couldn’t even try to comprehend.
He had to touch her. Now. Releasing her mouth, his lips began trailing a path downward toward her breasts. The nipples were perked, hard and ready for him and he devoured them with a greediness that even astounded him.
He heard each and every moan she made; was fully aware of her sensuous movements and knew the perfect time to slide his lips lower down her body. Withdrawing his mouth from her breasts, his mouth began sliding toward her navel and once there he laved it with his tongue, feeling her stomach muscles flex beneath his mouth.
He inhaled the arousing scent of her and it did something to him, made him want to lock his mouth inside of her. “I want to taste you. Open up for me, sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
She did as he requested, easing her thighs wide apart. He reached out and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder in an invariably intimate position for better access. And then he planted his mouth to her, angling it in a way to get just what he wanted.
He heard her cry out his name the moment his tongue delved inside of her, and felt her immediate response. With whipcord precision, his tongue knew what areas to explore and devour and hungrily did so. He set a tempo and stuck with it, totally enjoying what he was doing to her, how he was doing it and getting completely absorbed in her taste while focusing on her pleasure. He knew from the way she was spreading her fingers through his hair, ensnarling the strands in a tight grip, as well as the sexy sounds she was making, that an orgasm was near. And when he felt her body jolt underneath his mouth he was prepared for it. He kept his mouth locked firmly on her while his tongue probed even deeper, lapped up all it could and licked her with an expertise that had her muscles flexing uncontrollably.
“Mike!”
She screamed his name and she tightened her hands in his hair, and he continued to pleasure her, savor her, and build even more heat inside of her. Taking his time, drawing out every second, minute with a stroke of passion that he wanted her to feel all the way to her bones.
Moments later, he knew she was close to another orgasm and wanted to be inside of her when she came. After indulging in one last concentrated lick, he withdrew his mouth from her, pulled back and quickly removed his boxer shorts and put on a condom that he took out the nightstand. She was quivering from aftershocks of pleasure when he positioned his body over hers, placing the head of his erection to her wet entrance. He gently gripped her hips in his hand and held her gaze as he slowly entered her heat.
As soon as he was inside of her, he began to move, going in and withdrawing time and time again in a rhythm that had her gripping the bedspread. He threw his head back and actually growled her name, rocking into her with an intensity that made him go deeper with every thrust. He’d never wanted a woman to the degree that he wanted her. There was so much he desired to give her, share with her and she was just as generous with her giving. She was letting herself go, making him aware of how much she was enjoying their lovemaking with all those sensuous sounds coming from her and with the movements of her body.
And when he felt his body explode, it seemed to trigger her body, jolting his in pleasure. Any control he had tried to maintain was shattered, shot to hell. He was helpless to do anything but release his mind and body to earth-shattering pleasure of the most intense kind.
* * *
Sonya slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was dark outside and the realization that she was still in bed with Mike signified the intensity and longevity of their lovemaking. She usually didn’t dally after making love with a man; had never imagined herself being able to do so. But the thought of going home and sleeping in her own bed tonight seemed as foreign to her as her parents getting back together. It wasn’t happening.
While making love with Mike she had discovered there was a vast difference. With others she always managed to remain detached while seeking only one goal, sexual pleasure. But with Mike he would not let her become detached. No one else had the ability to match her sexual need on a level she found stimulating. He was a totally physical male being and had driven her to multiple orgasms with an effort and expertise that even now had heat coursing through her just remembering it. There was a sexual prowess and power about him that had made her look forward to each and every time they’d come together, joining their bodies, uniting their minds in the most intimate and sensuous way possible.
She leveled her senses on the male body beside her. Their bodies were still intimately connected. Now that was another first. She’d never drifted off to sleep after making love with a man still planted firmly inside of her.
She glanced up and met his blue eyes, not surprised that he was wide awake. His warm smile touched her in a way that sent heat flowing through her. She felt him getting hard inside of her and when he shifted positions and leaned down and kissed her, she knew they would be going yet another round.
And she had no complaints.
* * *
Hours later, Mike awakened to the feel of a soft feminine body sleeping beside him. He was still amazed, completely astonished, as to the depth of what he and Sonya had shared. It was the most compelling thing that he’d ever experienced in his entire life. Making love to her had touched him in a way no other had. And he knew then, at that very moment, what they’d shared had been more than what the both of them wanted to believe as only satisfying a high case of lust, or working each other out of their systems. There was something else here, something deeper, electrifying, and powerful.