Each time she took his length, she sucked, and as she withdrew, she worked her tongue over him.
His powerful legs stiffened. He murmured low words, encouraging, cursing, praying a little...
Cupping one hand at the back of her neck, he drew her closer, and gave a harsh groan as he released.
Merissa stayed with him, her own heart racing, her body buzzing in excited awareness. When at last he relaxed again, his hands stroking her head, she eased back and looked up at him.
He breathed heavily, his shoulders loose, his expression both quizzical and poignant, somehow shaken and maybe even pained. He released one more big breath, then whispered, “Now you.”
With ridiculous ease he caught her under her arms and lifted her up and onto the bed, parting her legs as he came down over her.
His weight pressing her into the bed was a special delight, also the way he put hot, damp kisses on her shoulder, her neck, along her jaw. His mouth touched hers as he whispered, “When you start the night like that, it’s tough to beat.”
She smiled, pleased that he was pleased.
Then he added, “But let me try.”
* * *
SURROUNDED IN SENSATION, Armie struggled to find his usual finesse during sex. You’d think something he’d done so often, so many different ways, should be routine.
Not so, not with Rissy. The subtle scent of her hair and skin, the feel of her tight body beneath his, the touch of her small hands and, most of all, the emotion she gave him, all conspired to leave him nearly sick with need. The moment was fresh and new, incredibly hot, but also indescribably sweet, and it shook him.
I want you.
An invisible fist squeezed his heart, making him desperate to ease the restriction with her touch. With her taste. With the sounds of her release.
He kissed her, meaning for it to be sensual, an act of foreplay.
Damn if that didn’t turn near desperate, too. It seemed he’d been craving her for a lifetime, with familiar fantasies that played and replayed in his mind.
But the reality was far different from anything he’d expected. She was different.
Better, when he hadn’t known that was possible.
He moved down to her breasts, molding the small mounds in his hands, loving her delicate curves, and loving even more her faint gasps and whimpers as he licked her nipples, then drew one in, sucking gently. He could have done that for an hour, just relishing the intimacy as he learned her body, the feel of her, the taste of her, touching her in ways he found she liked, and ways she shied away from.
He always paid close attention to a woman’s reactions, but now it wasn’t a deliberate move to enhance the sex. It was because this was Rissy, and what she liked fascinated him.
He loved witnessing her building need.
“Armie,” she whispered, her back arching, one leg wrapping over his.
He switched to the other breast, this time not as gently. Her hips rocked against him; he was hard again, throbbing, hurting for relief.
Leaving each nipple ripe and wet, he put openmouthed love bites down her body, occasionally sucking to mark her, licking in certain spots, nuzzling in others.
Coming up to his knees between her long legs, he opened her thighs. He hadn’t lied about enjoying the sight of a woman, most especially this woman. Her sex looked very pink and slick against the dark curls of her pubic hair. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She choked. “Armie.”
His fingers sank into her pale inner thighs and he used his thumbs to part her lips. She was wet, glistening, her clitoris swollen with need. On a groan, he leaned down and licked over her, then in her, gathering her sweetness, inhaling the heated aroma of her arousal. He loved eating Rissy, feeling the tension grow in her lithe body, how she shifted and moaned and whispered words of entreaty.
Her cries went higher, thinner, mixing with short moans and gasps. One hand locked tight into his hair, the other fisted in the sheets. “Armie...” she breathed, then more frantically, “Armie.”
He stayed with her, knowing she was close, pushing her, and she came with a trembling sob that went on and on. Even after she sank boneless back to the bed, he continued to lazily lick and taste her. She flinched. He knew he should stop, but this was Rissy, a fantasy come to life. He pressed his face to her, locked his arms around her thighs.
He didn’t want to let the moment go.
“Armie,” she whispered. “Please. Come up here to me.”
His heavy heart beat like a bass drum. Sentiment tried to well up, but Rissy tugged at his ear.
“Armie,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you inside me.”
God, he wanted that, too. To be a part of her, to take everything from her, at least everything physical.
Taking his time, he nibbled his way back up her body. Her skin was now dewy, her scent intensified and twice as rousing.
When he reached her mouth, she smiled and said, “That was pretty amazing.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her neck to keep from letting her blue eyes consume him.
“I see you’re not surprised,” she teased. “But it was a revelation for me.”
“I love eating you, Rissy.”
She hugged him tight. “I liked going down on you.”
His arms constricted around her. He wanted her to be his, but he had no right to expect that. Hadn’t he already told her that no one could know about them?
Hating that thought, he levered up and reached to the nightstand to snag a condom. Once he had it, he fell to his back and tore it open with his teeth.
“Already?” she asked, sounding a little worried.
“Yeah.” He seemed to be the master of one-word answers tonight. With haste, he rolled it on and braced himself over her again. Beautiful. Her feathery lashes lowered and she bit her bottom lip. Aroused color clung to her cheekbones. Armie kissed her, at first barely there, then pressing firmer, touching his tongue to her soft lips, slowly licking in until they were involved in a hot, wet mating of the mouths.
When her arms crept up around his neck, he kneed her legs farther apart and wedged one hand down between their bodies.
So slippery, soft and ready. He slicked his fingertips over her, parting her, spreading her wetness, then pushed two fingers into her.
She freed her mouth from his and put her head back. “Ah... God.”
Pleasure pulsated, expanding and withdrawing, until all he could see, all he could feel and taste and smell was Rissy. He took her mouth again, drunk on kissing her, raw with need. He worked her with his fingers until she was again ready, then shifted, nudged against her with his cock and slowly sank in.
They groaned roughly together.
Rissy immediately moved against him, lifting into him with a frantic rhythm.
He gentled her with a hand to her hip. “Slow down, babe. Nice and easy.” He didn’t want to come too quickly, not with her.
Her nails sank into his shoulders. “I don’t know if I can.”
Pulling her hands down and lacing her fingers with his, he pressed her hands to the pillow and nuzzled her throat while slowly, heavily thrusting. He watched her, how her eyes went dazed and the wild tripping of the pulse in her throat.
That damned emotion ripped at him again, making it hard for him to inhale, to swallow. Putting his forehead to hers, he shared her breath as he ground against her, feeling her tighten, squeeze him, milk him.
To keep his release at bay, he concentrated on her. Deliberately he brushed his hairy chest to her sensitized nipples, thrust shallow and slow, then deep and fast, teasing her, keeping her on the very edge.
Heat built between them. Their skin melded together. She tossed her head, straining, wanting to come but controlled by him. Releasing her hands, he came up on stiffened arms to watch the shimmying of her breasts. Thinking of how she’d gone down on him so naturally, how she’d seemed to enjoy it, he pumped faster, pressed deeper.
“Come with me,” she gasped, her hands clutching at him. “Armie, come with me.” Her slender body bowed and she cried out, the sound first high and thin, before going low in a deep guttural moan as she climaxed.
Overwhelmed by the potent mix of emotional and physical pleasure, a first for him, Armie put his head back and let himself go. The release was so intense, so shattering, that he lost himself, only to realize a short time later that Rissy was stroking the back of his neck and putting an occasional affectionate kiss to his shoulder.
Ah, hell. Still sucking air, he sluggishly lifted up to see her.
All gentle and sweet and satisfied, she smiled at him. Her silky hair was everywhere, her lips reddened from his kisses, her eyes smoky.
“You’re dangerous,” he told her.
Her laugh was happy, carefree, and proved she didn’t believe him.
Keeping her close, Armie rolled to his back and released a big breath. Rissy curled against him, her fingers playing with his chest hair.
“Armie?” She sighed and kissed him again, this time on his chest. “That was pretty wonderful.”
He hugged her, kissed the top of her head and concentrated on finding the right words.
He didn’t have to bother, because Rissy had plenty to say.
“The other night, when you were drunk?”
Dreading her answer, he asked, “What about it?”
He heard the grin in her voice when she said, “You talked about your cocksmanship.”
God. “You should never pay attention to the ramblings of a drunk.”
“You said you were a better cocksman when drunk.”
Wishing she’d quit saying it, he bit back the groan of humiliation. “Sounds like me.”