“Yes.”
“Or maybe something with a little more . . . intensity—like this.” He caught a nipple between his fingers and pulled, then added some pressure.
“Oh, shit. Oh, yes. I like that, too.”
Her bold response made his balls quiver. He leaned over her and caught a nipple between his lips and sucked, rewarded with her gasp, then a very loud moan when he drew her nipple harder into his mouth, increasing the suction. When she held on to his head, arching her back and demanding more, he discovered exactly what Haven liked, so he gave the other nipple the same treatment.
He loved a woman who was vocal, who told him what worked for her and what didn’t. A silent woman was very rarely satisfied, because men weren’t psychic.
He was looking forward to this exploration, because every sound she made, every “harder,” “oh, yes, there,” and “oh, my God, yes” was driving him to the brink and making his dick swell with anticipation.
He hoped he’d be able to give Haven exactly what she wanted tonight. He wanted nothing more than to please her.
Haven rocked her hips in time to Trevor sucking her nipples. Her clit tingled, her sex damp with need. And when he pulled away and took her mouth in a kiss that rocked her senses, he moved his hand over her stomach and lower, cupping her sex.
He lifted his head. “You’re wet. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice.
He kept his gaze on her as he dipped his fingers lower, teasing her clit. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, Haven, that you’re going to beg me to stop.”
She swallowed, her throat already dry. “Try me.”
His lips curved in a sexy, arrogant, I’m-a-confident-man-and-I’m-about-to-rock-your-fucking-world smile.
She didn’t mind that at all. In fact, she found it incredibly arousing at the moment. And when he dipped two fingers inside her and began to pump, at the same time moving the heel of his hand against the most sensitive spot on her, she arched, helping him find the rhythm.
He was so damn cooperative it almost drove her crazy. “There?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He didn’t need a lot of coaching, either. He was gentle when he needed to be, and then instinctively seemed to know when she needed more pressure, taking her right to the edge in record time. It helped that she trusted him, that this was a man she’d known for so long. He wasn’t new.
But he was, wasn’t he? They’d been cordial acquaintances before. Verbal sparring partners at best. Tonight, he was going to become her lover, something she’d fantasized about a lot, wondering what it would be like to have Trevor’s hands roaming her body, to feel their mouths connect, his tongue tangling with hers. It had been heady fantasies she’d feverishly masturbated to when she’d been in college.
The reality of it was so much better.
Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness between them. They’d gotten naked, he’d taken control, and now she hung on a rack of delicious tension, so close to coming she could fly right now. But she loved Trevor’s mastery of her body, the utter bliss she felt as he had his way with her. She wanted a few more seconds of this feeling of absolute euphoria before she let go.
And when she did, she told him.
“Trevor, you’re going to make me come so hard.”
“Let go for me, Haven. Let me feel it. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my fingers.”
She breathed deeply, prolonging the sweet agony for a few more seconds as pleasure tightened within her, then released in waves of undulating pleasure, gripping his wrist as she writhed against him, crying out because it had been so damn long since she’d been with someone who’d made her feel this good.
Her orgasm ripped through every fiber of her. And Trevor held her even while she bucked against him, her nails digging into his arms. It was like an out-of-body experience, like she was flying and she never wanted it to stop.
It took a while for her to settle. When she did, Trevor was right there, watching her, smiling at her, his desire not waned in the least. In fact, the passionate fury in his eyes was even deeper than it had been before.
One orgasm, she’d thought. All she thought she’d needed was one. But it turned out, just seeing the need in his eyes refueled her own. And when he pulled his fingers from her and licked them, her lips parted in surprise, her body clenching in anxious desire.
She sat up and wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing his mouth to hers for a hot, lengthy kiss that nearly swamped her senses. Trevor’s answering groan and the way he swept her away with his hands and his mouth made her realize she’d have to steel her defenses.