“Ohmygod!” Her nerve endings exploded and her hips raised against his mouth in a purely involuntary reaction, seeking more. Before her surprise had a chance to ebb, he did it again and her brain shorted out. She sucked in a quick breath, nearly choking on it as his tongue dallied over her clitoris. As she squeaked out a strangled, “Tyler,” he plunged two fingers inside her. With a hoarse cry she came apart, muscles clenching around his fingers as she helplessly rode the delicious spasms that tore through her. When they finally stopped, she released her clenched grip on the blanket and covered her eyes with the back of her hand, panting heavily.
He laughed softly and raised himself to hover over her face. “God, you were so ready for that, Jess.”
“You have no idea.”
He kissed her, and a combination of her taste and his mingled in her mouth. The realization sent another shiver of excitement through her, and she kissed him again, just because she hadn’t had a lover like him before and had no idea where she’d find another one. “Thank you, that was wonderful, but I was kind of hoping we’d do that together.”
“We will, sweetheart. Don’t you believe in multiple orgasms?”
“Yes, but…” With a real person? She didn’t want to tell him how unlikely that was. He wasn’t listening, anyway. He was kissing her cheek just in front of her ear while his hand teased her nipple to alertness and his erection rubbed between her legs, just off target enough to drive her crazy. So she started paying attention to what he was doing, turning her head to catch his lips with hers, arching her breast into his palm, and reaching down to stroke his hard length. This time he uttered a happy, “Mmm,” and allowed her a couple long strokes before sinking against her to trap her hand and prevent any further touching. Groaning into her neck, he said, “It feels too good when you touch me.”
It felt good to her, too, especially when his erection pushed against her so close to where she wanted it. And she did want it. That pulsing hunger was building inside her again, and even if she couldn’t achieve an orgasm, she wanted to have him inside her, to feel him stiffen with his own pleasure. Feeling beside the bed, she found the condom and ripped it with her teeth.
“In a hurry?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes.” He wouldn’t understand, and she didn’t want to explain that the sort of eagerness she felt right now rarely happened to her, and when it did, it never lasted long enough to become more than a vague hope of fulfillment. But he’d made her come alive, and all she knew was that she had to have him inside her now. Pushing him off, she sat up and fitted the condom over him, hurriedly rolling it down his length. He watched through narrowed eyes, then pushed her back down and climbed between her legs.
His gaze had gone all dark and serious, watching her as he spread her legs farther apart. She felt vulnerable and aroused at the same time. She stared back, drinking in every move he made, every glimmer in his dark eyes. Touching her again, he rubbed and circled with his fingers, making her even wetter. She squirmed from the desire building inside her. “Please, Tyler,” she whispered.
He smiled, then leaned over her and reached between them to place himself at her opening. His eyes held hers as he paused there, barely inside her, and the crazy, restless feeling increased until she wanted to scream, “Now! I need you now!”
As if he’d read her mind, he pushed inside in one smooth stroke, filling her. She sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her hips to feel him better, to absorb every wild twinge of pleasure jolting her just from having him inside her. This sexy, dangerous man, who was supposed to make her frigid with terror, instead heated her like no one else ever had.
He moved with a deliberate thrust, rubbing against her at the end, and her eyes popped open. It felt good, so good that she wanted to open herself farther to take in more of him. She lifted her knees higher, watching him move with breathless fascination.
His gaze sharpened. Reaching behind one knee, he pulled her leg up, accomplishing exactly what she’d wanted, opening her to him completely. With his eyes holding hers, he pumped into her. Faster. Harder.
She gasped at the jolt of pleasure, then lost herself to amazement as she realized the urgent, intense pressure was building to another climax. She panted a breathless, “Oh,” then wasn’t sure if she closed her eyes or simply lost the ability to see as an explosion of pleasure rocked through her, gripping her muscles so hard she stopped moving, lost in rigid, toe-curling joy.
Donovan’s shoulders bunched and he groaned into her neck as he thrust against her one final time, his release seconds behind her own. The wonderful explosions trailed off until she lay still beneath him, lazily trailing her fingers up his back and threading them into his hair. She stared at the ceiling, lost in awe and thrilled to her toes.