Slap Shot(56)

“Did you even see the color?” I asked with a smile. They’d disappeared pretty quickly.

He glanced at the floor. “Sure, they match your bra.”

I flicked the bra away and lay stretched out before him, on the couch, completely naked. It felt so right, so natural to be this way with Rick.

He stood, shucked out of his jeans but kept his white boxers on. “Let me in again,” he said, nudging my legs apart and kneeling back between them. But he didn’t lie down, he stayed on his heels, fists on his thighs, looking down at my spread pussy.

My heart rate picked up, anticipation a heady drug all its own. He was studying me so closely, as if he’d never seen a pussy before.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Show me, Dana, show me how you like to be touched down there.”

Oh god. Why did he always take me just a little out of my comfort zone? It made me so damn horny.

My hands were resting on my belly now so I ruffled through my pubic hair and sought my soft, damp folds. I was swelling with desire, moisture dampening the silky smooth skin. Not taking my gaze from his face, I parted the fleshy lips of my pussy, exposing the sweet skin beneath to the bright daylight of the room. I knew the dark rose-pink of my aroused feminine places would be startling against the blackness of my strip of hair. I also knew the musky scent of my need would be swirling up to his nostrils the same way it was mine.

“Touch your clit,” he said in a low growling voice, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Show me how your clit likes to be touched.”

“Like this,” I murmured, excitement coursing through me. Despite my slow movements and his unnervingly still reaction, my heart was racing and my pelvis was clenching. I sought out the sensitive knot of my clit and swirled the tip of my finger over it, causing myself to gasp. I separated my first two fingers of my right hand, slid them on either side of my clit and began to rub, a small scissoring, rocking action that never failed to bring me to climax.

Instantly the pleasure was there. I was so turned-on, so eager to please Rick, to please myself, and my clit was desperate to take everything it could. My back arched, my pelvis tilted and I groaned, shutting my eyes and pressing my head to the cushion. My thighs tensed around his concrete, folded legs.

I tore open my eyes and looked up at him. His face was almost a grimace, the muscle in the side of his cheek was flexing, over and over.

“Fuck, yes,” he muttered. “That is so damn sexy you wouldn’t believe.”

“But I’m aching for you, Rick. I need you.” I had to fight with myself to stay looking up at him. Concentrate to get my gasping words out.

“In a minute, in a minute, baby, I told you we were going to take it slow.”

I whimpered and carried on teasing my clit. It was swelling with need, throbbing with want.

“Lower,” he ordered. “Touch yourself lower. Show me how you pleasured yourself when you went two years without a man.”

I did as he asked, dipping my fingers lower and pushing into my hot, wet channel. I was dripping and as I tunneled into the warm depths creamy moisture coated my finger and knuckle.

“Only one finger,” he said. “Come on, two at least, wild thing, two at least.”

I curled in another finger, clamped around myself and groaned as the heel of my hand caught on my clit. “But, Rick, I want you,” I panted, thrusting my fingers over and over into my pussy and writhing on the couch beneath him. “Rick, please, now I….”

“Keep it steady, baby.” He was suddenly over me. His fingers curled around my wrist and eased my hand away from my pussy. “Shh, I’m here, slow down.”

I stilled and stared up at him. Blood was raging through my pussy, clamping my womb and sending shudders up through my stomach to my chest. I had been close, real close.

He pushed my hair back from my face and touched the tip of his sheathed cock to my sopping entrance.

I snatched in a lungful of air and fastened my bent knees to his hips, clung to his shoulders.

“Slow down,” he said. “I told you, keep it relaxed.”

“Easy for you to say,” I panted.

“There is nothing easy for me about not completely ravaging you, Dana. Nothing at all, you make me crazy for you.”

“Ravage me, please,” I begged. “Go crazy.”

He gave a low chuckle but I was unable to see the humor.

“I’m going to,” he said. “Don’t you worry, I’m just going to do it very slowly.” He pressed his palms to my cheeks and stared down at me, his eyes burning with lust and emotion.

“Rick,” I gasped, sucking in a breath, his breath. He was torturing me. “Get inside me.”