Taming His Tutor(52)
It was a bare five minutes before he parked in his spot outside the gym.
“Joe,” she whispered, not caring how much she was pleading with him. “I don’t think I can walk anymore.”
He swung her into his arms. One arm wrapped around her thighs, pushing them together.
“Ah!” She had his biceps in a death grip as another mini-orgasm washed over her. “You’re going to kill me.”
“No.” He nuzzled her ear as he climbed the stairs. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Moisture seeped between her thighs, and on her sensitive clit. She wriggled in his arms, trying to shift the torturous clamp.
He ran up all the stairs with her in his arms.
“Show-off,” she murmured.
“No,” he laughed, breathing raggedly. “Desperate. I can’t get there quick enough.”
He punched the security code and thumped the door open with his fist.
Finally, blessedly, he laid her on his bed, right in the center. Unzipped her dress and tugged it from her body. Then he played with her bra, pulling the lacy cups down just enough for her plump, aching peaks to pop up over the top.
Looking like a man unable to resist temptation a second longer, he leaned forward and kissed each taut nipple. She moaned under the caresses. His mouth was so hot, his kiss so deliciously teasing.
But then he stood back and gazed at her. And it was the expression in his eyes that almost sent her over.
She couldn’t move. Was too scared to spread her legs for fear it would pull on the clamp. And yet she was desperate to.
“I’ve never seen anything so sexy in all my life,” he said hoarsely.
He whipped his shirt over his head and stripped out of his jeans, socks, and boxers in record time. Her eyes watered she was in such need. He was the ultimate in physical perfection. And tonight he was hers. She wanted him to be hers for…
She whimpered, unable to hold back her yearning.
“Shhh.” He bent and kissed her. “Only a minute more.”
“I need you,” she whispered, broken and honest.
“I know.” He snapped on the condom.
But he didn’t know—not really. Because she wasn’t talking just sexually.
He’d turned and gotten something else from the cabinet drawer on the far side of the room.
Abbi blinked as she recognized it. He had the hot-pink vibrator? “You really helped yourself, didn’t you?” she accused him.
“You had them for a reason.” He smiled as he called her on it.
“Nadia insisted.”
He shook his head and stepped toward the bed. “You were interested or you’d never have brought them home.”
That was true. He understood so much about her. Encouraged her to do things she’d always wanted but hadn’t had the guts to do on her own. Not without a push.
His hands on her ankles, he carefully spread her just enough for him to kneel between her legs.
“Joe—” She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Shhhh,” he murmured, and rubbed his hands firmly up and down her thighs, stoking that heat inside her more. “You ready?”
She was never going to be more ready.
He kissed her upper thighs, his fingers and tongue stroking and teasing in tandem. And then he did it—slid the tiny clamp off. She cried out as the blood began to flow again. It hurt, it burned. But then his mouth was there—his hot, wet mouth, and his tongue was stroking, soothing, swirling around, inflaming her further.
Her thighs trembled. Her hands clenched on his hair. Her body arched up, tight as a bowstring, about to snap as sensations seared though her. And just as she did that, he pumped the vibrator—filling her just enough while he sucked on her burning clit.
She screamed, loud and harsh and raw. Pleasure crashed in waves, hard and powerful, ricocheting through her body, catapulting her into the realm of mindless, speechless joy. She gasped, sucking in large pockets of air. She’d never had such an intense orgasm.
And now her eyes watered again. “Oh Joe. Joe, Joe, Joe…”
“I’m here.”
He eased inside her. Bigger than the vibrator, heavier, better. He levered himself up on his hands so he wasn’t pressing so hard on her, still controlling the way his pelvis rubbed against hers.
She gazed up at him, dazed by the ferocity of that climax. He was so built, so honed.
And hers.
She didn’t even know she was crying until he dropped to his elbows, gently brushing the hair at her temples with his fingers. “Abbi.”
He kissed her.
She was so glad he did. Because otherwise her stupid heart was going to mess everything up for her. She needed him to stop her from saying it. How much she wanted him. Loved this.
Loved him.
It was insane to even think of saying those three little words to the man who was only having sex with her as a favor. Teaching her some tricks. This was the lesson on how to play with some toys, and play with a man. Please both him and herself.