His hands slid down her spine, fingertips grazing the thin seven-inch ridge of flesh nestled in the indentation. It had never had much sensation since it healed, but now…oh, it did. She felt his touch there more intensely than any other she’d ever known. Amazingly, she wasn’t self-conscious about it, not with him. She opted out of bikinis these days, but Seth…in a way he carried his life story in his skin, right? He believed in that. He would merely see her scar as a little piece of hers.
His hands came to rest at the waist of her silk panties. Without conscious effort to move, she pushed back against his groin again, feeling the hard, smooth length of him press against the bare skin above her waistband. If she couldn’t see him, dammit, she would feel him.
She gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed silkily across the flesh above her panties. The head was tipped with something cooler and even harder than his turgid flesh.
Her knees nearly gave. His piercing. She still didn’t exactly know her feelings about it. But she did know it felt damn good.
He chuckled, a sound that made her think of a serial killer about to slip a garrote around her neck. “What’s the matter?”
“Your…nothing.”
“Hmm? My what?”
“Your piercing. It’s…different for me.”
“Different isn’t always bad.”
“No. It’s just different.”
“Okay.”
“I mean, honestly I might run screaming if—”
“Macy?”
“What?”
He thrust his hardness between her legs so the bead rasped her clit. “Shut up.”
His methods proved effective. She even spread her legs to give him better access, her forehead pressed against the door as she panted.
“Wait a second,” he said. “Holy shit. What are you wearing?”
Until that moment, she’d almost forgotten. After his turbocharged fantasies of leaving her panties on, she’d donned a pair of crotchless. “I thought you might appreciate it.”
“Appreciate it? I think I’m in love.”
It was said in jest, but an odd pang went through her.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, keeping up the delectable movements that drew even more wetness from her core. One motion, one thrust from those powerful hips, and he could be inside her. So easy. She was almost mindless enough to beg him to do it. “Goddamn,” he whispered as she undulated against his tip. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“I’d rather be full of you.”
He chuckled, and his teeth nipped her shoulder. She gasped. “Don’t move,” he said. “I mean it.”
She’d never had a man take the upper hand the way he did. All of her lovers had been obsequious. Maybe that was what she’d always gravitated to, guys she could control. It wouldn’t fly here. But she wanted to try, wanted to test him, to see just what he’d do if she disobeyed. Instead, she clung to the door and trembled as she felt him moving behind her.
There was the crinkle of a foil packet. The unmistakable sound of him unfurling latex down his cock with quick strokes. She moaned when his heat pressed against her again and two of his blunt fingertips zeroed in gently on the enflamed passage between her legs. She rose on her tiptoes when he pressed inside, testing, stretching. Her inner muscles had felt like liquid, but they gripped his intruding fingers with a strength that surprised her. His breath was ragged against her ear.
“Do you always get this wet?” he whispered.
She shook her head. It was the truth. If anything, there’d been times her lack of arousal with someone new distressed her. With him…it was the exact opposite. Her willingness, her need, her body’s response to him, was a cause for major concern.
She didn’t like the way he made her admit it to him. She didn’t want to give him more power than he already had over her.
Suddenly, he removed his hand from between her legs and reached down to catch her knee, lifting her leg and fitting himself between her thighs. Her muscles went rock hard in anticipation.
“Seth…” She tilted her hips back to meet his broad head, so ready for him to fill her. She’d take him all even if it hurt.
Could it be as good as it was before? It couldn’t. Nothing could ever be that good again.
He rubbed the tip over her lips, down one side of the lace lining the slit in her panties, and up the other. She groaned and shifted, trying to capture him. There was no point in getting her any more wet; she was drenched. But he continued the elusive movements, teasing, making her beg. Making her open even wider in wantonness. Every time he passed it over her clit, his piercing wreaked havoc. Her body jerked, and she whimpered. He rubbed there, once, twice, harder…pressing…pushing up…
Desperate, nearly sobbing, she squirmed until he nestled into her entrance. Relief exploded through her, but then he didn’t push right away. What the hell was he waiting for? “Seth!”
The low chuckle in her ear told her exactly what he’d been waiting for. Pressure built behind his thick head, slowly parting her. She tossed her head back against his shoulder and her fingernails dug into the wood of the door. Her breath seized. Her body locked. But he was relentless, taking her in one slow but persistent thrust she was powerless to stop even if she’d wanted to.
Oh yes. It was as good as before. Better.
“Holy fuck yes,” he breathed against her neck. “Oh my God.”
She choked out his name again. She felt…everything. Every nuance. The thick ridge of his corona. The bead underneath, now in perfect position to stimulate her G-spot. He was everywhere, all through her. Her body struggled to adjust, overwhelmed tissues quivering. She turned her head so he could kiss her with those gorgeous lips, and it was…
“Perfection,” he murmured against her. “Have you thought about this as much as I have?”
As slowly as he’d entered, he began to withdraw. Sensitive flesh that had fought to accept him now fought to keep him in. Her only means of reply was a series of tiny whimpers.
“Have you?” he pressed, and she realized he wasn’t going to give it back to her until she answered.
“Yes! Please…”
“Good. That’s what I like.” He filled her hard and fast, again and again, slamming her hips into the door. “You could’ve had me anytime you wanted, Macy.”
If she made it through this alive…well, she wasn’t sure what she’d do to atone for her survival but it would need to be something pretty momentous. Especially when his free hand squeezed between her body and the door and his fingers drew tantalizing circles around her clit.
When she grew so weak her legs wouldn’t support her, he maneuvered them to her bed, laying her sideways across it. As hot as it had been having him behind her, she needed this. Face-to-face. His weight on her. So right.
She struggled to strip him of the shirt he was still wearing, but they didn’t have time to bother with the jeans clinging to his hips. She’d have him naked before the night was over. He slid into her body again and she arched off the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Finally got you in bed,” he murmured, capturing her trembling lips with his.
The kiss, deep, desperate, so heart-stoppingly real, ushered in her first orgasm without warning. He felt it, groaning into her mouth as she contracted around him. She loved how he stopped thrusting and grinded into her then, so in tune with her needs it was almost as if their minds melded as surely as their bodies.
Thoughts like that, she had to banish. But she couldn’t, not when her brain was mush and her body quickly followed suit. Seth gentled his movements as she held on to him, letting her recover.
She knew from experience he wasn’t anywhere near done. He was freaking Wonder Boy when it came to stamina. If by some miracle this became long-term, she was afraid there might be nights she just wouldn’t have the energy to match him.
He grinned down at her. “That was sweet,” he murmured, giving a twist to his hips that had her contemplating round two. “Took the edge off?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands to the mattress, easing down to kiss and lick a path to her breasts. As he did, his cock slipped from her, and she gasped, her body clenching against the emptiness he left behind. Her nipples tightened in anticipation of his mouth. As he’d promised, he didn’t tease her, this time taking one taut crest into his mouth and sucking deeply.
He released one of her hands, and a moment later, his finger slid into the lacy slit between her legs, and her thighs shuddered and closed against his sides. The sensations were just too acute, still sensitive from the ravages of her orgasm. “Mmm. Open up, babe.”
She had to do it by increments, or she would fly into pieces. He waited patiently as she slowly let her knees drop apart.
His finger worked gently, maddeningly between her lips, swirling through her wetness but avoiding her clit altogether. All at once, she couldn’t get enough of his touch. Her eyes flew wide as he slid down the length of her body, dropping kisses as he went down her tummy. His tongue flickered into her belly button, and then his lips teased the flesh at the border of her panties.
“These are so fucking sexy,” he murmured. His lips skated over the lace that covered her mound. Her body clamped so hard on to his finger as he withdrew it that he cursed again. And squeezed in another.