The power of his hunger nearly drove him to his knees. But he couldn’t move, not with her small hands holding his against her bare breasts.
He was aware of every inch he touched. The full curves, the smooth skin, the pebbled texture of the skin around her nipples. Unable to help himself, he moved his fingers against her right nipple. Her mouth parted as she sucked in a breath. His gaze dropped to the dark curls between her legs. If he touched her there, would she be swollen and wet already?
He had to find out.
He moved his hands to her waist and pulled her close, then lowered his head and kissed her.
“Finally,” Izzy murmured against his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on as if she would never let go.
He kissed her deeply, wanting to take all of her. When he touched her back again, this time there was warm, bare skin. The hard bone of her spine, the soft curve of her waist.
She wiggled closer still, until he felt the heat of her against his hard-on. Then she dropped her hands to his ass and squeezed.
It was a playful touch. But he went from hungry to desperate in a tenth of a second.
Without considering what he was doing, he swept her up in his arms, crossed the room and lowered her onto the bed. He paused to push off his sweatpants and briefs before joining her in a tangle of arms and legs.
He touched her everywhere. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs. He swept his fingers between her legs and nearly lost it when he felt the sweet, damp, swollen flesh. But he didn’t linger. There was more to touch.
The back of her knee, the arch of her foot, the tiny dimple on her cheek when she smiled. He kissed her again, then moved his hand lazily over her breasts. The full curve more than filled his palm. He brushed her nipple again and again, enjoying the catch in her breathing. When he bent down and took her nipple in his mouth, she groaned.
She tasted sweet and tempting. He circled the tight tip, then sucked. She grabbed his head, as if she didn’t want him to stop, which was good with him. He could do this forever. He moved between her breasts, first one, then the other, matching the movements of his tongue with his fingers. She held on, her breathing faster now, her hips moving slightly.
His erection thickened to the point of aching. Pressure built at the base. It would take so little, he thought grimly. A few strokes. But he held back, refused to think about what it would be like to be inside her. Eventually it would be his turn.
He shifted on the bed so he could kiss his way down her belly. Moving his hands to her sides, he slid along her body, tracing curves. He used his tongue to tease her belly button and make her squirm. She laughed, then gasped as he nipped the skin just to the side.
“You’re killing me,” she whispered. “You know that, right?”
It was his plan. He wanted her complete surrender. He wanted her so far lost in passion that she would have trouble finding her way back.
He continued to kiss and lick and nibble his way down. Over her hip bone, across her thigh, to her knee where he discovered she was ticklish. He crossed to the other leg and worked back up, pausing just shy of her curls. Then he waited.
Izzy tossed her head back and forth. She pumped her hips, as if urging him to finish what he’d started. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, he moved a single finger through her curls to her waiting center.
She moaned.
She was beyond ready. He rubbed lightly, as if he was only passing through, then moved away. She gasped.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Uh-huh.”
She swore, then reached between her legs and parted herself for him. “Just touch something. Anything!”
The room was bright and he could see every perfect detail. He took her at her word, leaned in and pressed the very tip of his tongue to her engorged center. She sighed. He moved slowly, learning all of her with his tongue before returning his attention to the place that made her writhe.
He kissed her intimately, finding a rhythm that caused her to tense and shudder. He could feel her thigh muscles tighten. Up and down, a little faster, a little more pressure, listening to her breathing, feeling the tension build inside her.
When he was sure she was on the road to her release, he stopped and kissed the inside of her leg.
“You hate me,” she whispered. “I see that now. I don’t know what I did, but you hate me.”
He chuckled, then lightly bit down on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“I don’t hate you,” he said as he slid a finger inside her. “Don’t think that.”
She was tight and hot. Slick. Feeling her tighten around him made him want to thrust into her and push and pump until he came. And he would. Just not yet.
He pulled out his finger, then slid in two. She gasped and pushed down. Her muscles clamped onto him. He went in deeper and circled his fingers toward her belly, stroking her from the inside. She cried out.