Damned if he didn’t want to claim every part of her, in the way only an outlaw biker could. They’d discussed wearing his patch, and he’d used it as a weapon against her. Stupid fool. Tina deserved the best of him, not the side that fucked pass-arounds and sent them away in the middle of the night.
He tilted her head back, then cupped her throat. She gasped, not in shock or fear, but like she understood his intent. Vincent didn’t make love just to get off. Not with Tina. He’d fantasized about this for close to a year; what he’d say, how he’d move, where he’d fuck her the first time. And though none of this had played out quite the way he’d imagined, the feelings were raw and real. Too absolute to ignore.
He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, breathing in her soft perfume. All of her, that’s what he hungered for, her body and mind.
Without needing to say a word, she raised her arms above her head and Vincent stripped off her top. The skimpy lace bra she wore served no purpose but to tease him. He buried his face between her tits, while his right hand snaked behind her back and unsnapped the metal clasp. She guided the straps down her arms and let it fall on the floor, her breasts as beautiful as he remembered, her hard nipples begging to be sucked. Trying to control his rushed breaths, he circled her areola with his tongue, pinching the other nipple at the same time. Fuck.
He raised his head then, in search of her naughty mouth. Even in the dim light he could see the glow on her cheeks. She wanted him. The throb between his legs intensified as he slanted his mouth over hers. Pure desire. Their tongues spiraled together and he lifted her off the floor.
“Tell me where to go, Tina.”
“My bedroom.”
He carried her down the hallway, frantic need driving him. After he deposited her on the queen-sized mattress, he removed his cut first, then stripped naked. Tina’s hungry gaze moved over him and she crawled to the edge of the bed, sitting on her knees. Hard as steel, the moment her tiny hand wrapped around his shaft, he arched his back and growled in ecstasy. Tina’s touch made all the difference; that raw attraction meant so much more. He might never get an opportunity to say it, but he could definitely let it be translated by the way he touched her.
She released a frustrated breath. “Your skin is so smooth,” she praised, smiling up at him. “And you’re so big.”
Soft, wet kisses on the tip of his dick made him crazy, but when she licked its length, then closed her lips tight around it, pumping her hand at the same time, his legs quivered. Pleasure jolted through him.
“Shit,” he yelled by the tenth stroke. “You’re going to kill me.”
She ignored his complaint and sucked harder and faster. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, but wanted to bury himself inside her. And after she had her first orgasm, he’d suck her clit until she screamed.
“Conserve that energy,” he advised. “I have plans for you.”
Once she was spread underneath him, he made it a point to take his time, lingering over each breast, tickling and biting her bottom lip, and nibbling the tender spots on her neck. He kissed a trail down her toned stomach, his fingers skimming over her pussy still hidden beneath her shorts.
She squirmed as he lowered them to her ankles. He sighed with appreciation when he didn’t find any panties underneath, just her trimmed little pussy, the thin strip of dark curls hot as sin. Hit by a sudden wave of carnality, he plunged two fingers inside her, followed by his tongue. She dug her fingernails into his scalp, signaling her approval. It fueled his need for more, and he inhaled her wetness, circling his tongue over her clit, suckling lightly, then nipping. Nothing would satisfy him until he had all of her.
Then he ripped his hand away from her core and reached for her breast. Vincent didn’t know where to focus; every inch of her deserved worshipping. After several more hard licks, she yanked his head up.
“Remember how you stopped me earlier?” she asked.
He nodded.
“It goes both ways. I’m running out of patience.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. He spread her legs wide, stealing a last look at her luscious center before he crawled over her, wedging his cock between her legs. Scorching heat and wetness welcomed him. Why had he deprived himself of her body a year ago? It didn’t matter anymore.
She cradled his face with both hands, giving him a tender look. “I don’t want any latex barriers between us. I’m on the pill and my papers are in the top dresser drawer if you want confirmation I’m disease free.”
Should he laugh or take her seriously? He remembered the condoms in the back pocket of his jeans. He got screened twice a year and hadn’t been with a woman since his last blood test. “I trust you.”