By now his mouth was nuzzling her just above where his fingers disappeared into her body, and it was driving her wild. She throbbed, ached, writhed. His breath bathed her, each one a cooling burst just as searing as the heat. “Please,” she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for anymore. The slow thrust and drag of his fingers was only a miniscule reminder of what was to come.
“You want me?” he breathed. “You want my mouth on your pussy, sucking it until you scream, or my cock back inside it? Tell me how you need it, and I’ll give it to you.” His tongue darted once over her clit. She nearly had a seizure. Her hips wouldn’t remain still, undulating against his plunging fingers in a perfectly sensuous and torturous rhythm.
As good as it was, it wouldn’t compare to a blinding climax with him buried deep inside her, impossibly thick, impossibly hard. She needed it. “Your cock,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
Oh no, was he really going to make her do this?
“I want you inside me,” she said. There could be no mistaking it that time. “Now.”
He didn’t seem to mind the order. Quickly, he stripped his jeans the rest of the way off. At last. When he stretched out over her again, she cradled him between her legs and wrapped her arms around his naked flesh, her breathing harsh and irregular. Her trembling had never really subsided—now it doubled. His lips sought hers. She sighed as their tongues swirled around each other, tasting the faintest hint of herself on him. When he glided back into her body, the cry that wrenched from her throat must have sounded deceptively painful.
“Okay?”
“Don’t stop.”
That was the beauty of this, knowing he wouldn’t, knowing he would take her there as many times as she needed to go. Confident now in her well-being, he unleashed his strength on her. She was more than ready for it, locking her ankles behind his back and hanging on for dear life, letting him exorcise all these months of accumulated frustration. She clung to him, taking it all and giving it back to him. Ecstasy had made her blind, but when he rolled them over so that she was on top, she vowed it wouldn’t make her weak too.
A very fine sheen of sweat coated his chest, glistening in the lamplight. His body was nothing short of a work of art from his hard lines and planes to his ink; she’d only caught a glimpse of all of it but already knew she wanted desperately to run her tongue along those hip dips.
Later. The wicked glint in his eye was too enticing, and he felt too damn good inside her.
She squeezed her internal muscles and grinned at his reaction. His fingers bit into her thighs, and his chin tilted up. “Fuck, woman.”
“Don’t forget how much I like to ride.”
He groaned in agony. “Crap. I’m dead.”
She leaned down and grasped his chin, locking gazes with him. “I’ll go easy on you.”
His laugh sounded pained, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the amazement in his expression. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”
She rolled her hips, and his voice became lost in a growl. His hands roamed up to cup her breasts, and she covered his fingers with her own, keeping up the pace and the angle that had him hitting all the right spots inside her. She’d wanted to deny there was something to be said for the piercing, but she’d have to be a fool—or a liar. When she leaned back just so…
Oh. My. God.
She gasped his name. Her rhythm became erratic, lost to passion. Pleasure, hot and molten, pooled low in her belly. Her first orgasm was usually her most intense, but he was going to shatter everything she thought she knew about herself and sex. One of his hands slid down so his thumb could circle her clit, and there was no fighting it. Her thighs locked down on his hips; her body clamped hard on him. The world exploded.
She collapsed over him as wave after wave swept through her, each contraction seeming to allow him deeper. So deep she didn’t think she could take any more, but she did. He murmured insanely wicked things in her ear. And just as the maelstrom was ending for her, he was caught up in his own.
He flipped her underneath him as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, crushing her to the mattress. His sexy growl in her ear as he pushed deep and shuddered had her thinking enough naughty thoughts to keep them both occupied all night long. She stroked his back as he came, scoring him lightly with her fingernails. Judging by his shivers, he loved it.
“God, Macy,” he groaned. Slowly, his hip movements subsided. She missed that rhythm immediately, didn’t want it to end. So when he made a move to pull away, she locked her ankles around him and mewled.
His laugh sounded breathless. “It’s okay. I’ll just sleep here.”
“Good.”
“I’m not too heavy?”
She shook her head against his shoulder. Truthfully, she knew when she let him go…it was over. Reality would set in. She would have to look at him and know that he saw just how shaken she was. Who knew what naked post-coital vulnerability was showing on her face right now? She felt like crying. She couldn’t speak.
He dotted kisses along her jawline, eventually finding her lips. She sighed as she opened to let him in, thinking it funny how a kiss had ignited her and now it was soothing her. Bringing her down. Calming her ragged breath, her racing heart.
They ended up lying on their sides, facing each other, legs a tangle she didn’t even want to begin to figure out. She only wanted to enjoy the lazy, gentle brush of his fingers up and down her arm. Silence stretched out for a long time while she just looked at him.
“You must think I’m the biggest prude,” she said after a while.
His dark brows dipped. “What in the hell makes you say that?”
“You having to shut me up.”
“Naw. Prudish wouldn’t be getting dirty in the backseat, having phone sex and…showing up tonight in crotchless panties. Damn, if I’d known you were wearing those all night…” His eyes closed as if savoring the mere thought of what he’d have done to her. “Let’s just say we might’ve had to find a closet or something at my buddy’s house.”
She laughed. “I guess when you put it like that…”
“But, I can let you in on a secret. The little reservations and hang-ups you do have turn me on. Immensely.”
“Really? Why?”
“It’s a bigger challenge to get you to let go. And far more rewarding for me when you do.”
So that was what all this was about. A challenge. Even that Raina girl had insinuated that. Oh well, how could she really be offended? At least he knew what he wanted, what he liked. At least he was honest. “I can see how it might be an ego stroke for you.”
“That really has nothing to do with it. And don’t get me wrong. I love a woman who loves sex and talking dirty.” He reached up to rub his thumb across her bottom lip. Her eyes fell closed as his fingers trailed over her chin and down her throat. “But there’s just something about hearing dirty talk coming from a nice, clean mouth. Any girl who says ‘fuck’ every other word can tell me to fuck her, and it’s hot, but it doesn’t mean as much as when you say it. If I can get you to tell me to fuck you, Macy, fuck you harder, fuck you faster…you’d better believe you’re going to get it. You’re going to get everything I’ve got, and then some.”
How did he get her blood racing so fast so soon? Those very words he wanted to hear from her were crowding in her throat right now. She even pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to form the f. Just to test him. He seemed to be holding his breath, waiting. When she opened her eyes, she found his face so close their lips were almost touching.
“I do cuss, you know. I’m not Snow White here.”
He exhaled in a frustrated rush, his warm breath tickling her mouth. “Dang and heck? You racy thing.”
She lifted her chin, meeting his dark eyes head-on. “You’ve heard me cuss. And I have, believe it or not, been fucked before you came along.”
Those eyes went even darker. “Oh, you’ve done it now.”
Macy almost laughed as he rose over her, and his mouth descended on hers again, but two seconds later, all humor fled in the assault of blind lust that attacked her. He felt so good against her, strong and hard. She ran her palms over his smooth, marked skin, marveling at it.
She’d imagined him naked many times. But not knowing what lurked beneath his shirt, she’d neglected to fill in the tattoos in her fantasies. They covered both arms completely—that much she’d realized. Unlike Brian’s vibrant riot of colors, Seth’s tattoos were mostly black. The patterns swirled across his chest, a few tendrils meandering up his neck. Both his nipples bore silver hoops that glinted in the dim light.
“Why am I gonna get it? What have I done?” she asked innocently.
His reply was to don another condom and throw her knees over his shoulders. “You’ve been fucked before, huh?” he asked, angling her so that his piercing slid over her G-spot when he entered. “By the time I’m done, you’ll have reassessed your definition.”
She already had.
Hours later, he stirred beside her, and she reluctantly relinquished her legs’ hold on his to let him get up. If she spent a little too much time admiring the view as he did so—damn!—well, who could blame her?