Slipping to her knees, she kissed her way farther down. Each quiver and hiss fueled her determination to watch him lose control. She slowly unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from its denim prison. His shaft was thick and hard, the flared tip deeply flushed and weeping.
She caught a drop of clear fluid as it escaped and smoothed it over his sensitive crest. Her thumb glided across his velvety flesh and his fingers slowly tightened in her hair.
“This is hard enough.” His voice sounded gravelly. “Don’t tease.”
“But I like teasing you.” She wrapped her fingers around the base and slowly stroked up and down. “Isn’t that what you said the last time I begged you to let me come?”
With their gazes still locked, she pumped him, swiping the moist tip at the apex of each stroke. His other hand clenched and unclenched as his cock grew harder within the circle of her fingers. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the door. And she stopped.
He muttered a curse and opened his eyes.
“Finish undressing. I want you naked.” She stayed on her knees as he frantically tugged off his boots, socks and jeans. Knowing her touch had created his urgency empowered her to be even bolder. She pointed to the bed as she stood and unfastened her bra. “Sit on the edge and spread your legs.”
“You better be careful, sunshine. Payback’s a bitch.” Golden flecks shimmered in the depths of his eyes, revealing the heat of his desire and his cat’s restlessness.
“I’m not worried.” She smiled, high on feminine power. “Sit on the bed and show me how much you want me.”
He sat and moved his legs apart then rested back on his elbows and flexed his abdomen, making his cock jerk before it came to rest against his flat belly. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. What are you going to do with me?”
“I think I’ll just enjoy the view.” She stepped closer but stopped well out of reach. “You have an amazing body.” She skimmed her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. “Makes me hot just looking at you.”
His gaze narrowed, but he didn’t move.
She rolled her nipples, enjoying the tension in his thighs and the flush crawling across his skin as much as the pressure of her fingers. Suddenly their link expanded and scalding need saturated her mind. She groaned, pressing her thighs together.
“That’s not fair.” She gasped.
“You’re the one who wanted to play.” One of his tawny brows arched, emphasizing the challenge in his tone. “You told me to show you how much I want you.”
Determined to remain in control as long as possible, she caught the sides of her panties and pulled them down as she spun in an undulating circle. Her panties briefly caught around her upper thighs then fell to her ankles and she kicked them aside.
“Very nice.” He licked his lips, gaze boldly moving over her naked body. “The back view is just as appealing as the front.”
Twinges of pleasure raced from her nipples to her clit and back, each sensation compounded by the emotions flowing across their link. She approached him one step at a time, pausing in between to touch herself in progressively bolder places. By the time she stood between his legs, her fingers were buried between her thighs, rubbing with almost frantic urgency.
“Your scent is driving me crazy.” He inhaled deeply, his hips bucking. “Let me touch you.”
She drew her fingers out and smiled into his eyes. “Is this what you want?” She brought her fingers to his mouth and painted his lips with her cream. He licked his lips, eyes half closed as he savored her taste.
“More.”
“Not yet.” She put her fingers in her mouth and shivered as her taste spread across her tongue. This was what he wanted, what he craved whenever they made love. Would she find his taste as evocative? She looked at his straining cock and smiled. There was only one way to find out.
Kneeling between his spread thighs, she cupped his balls with one hand and gripped his shaft with the other. His legs flexed and he groaned. “If you do this, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”
She ran her tongue around the head of his cock then caught the bead of moisture perched on the very tip. The salty-sharp taste sank into her tongue and stirred a primal hunger for more. “I don’t want you to stop, so don’t hold back.”
Her lips formed a firm circle as she slowly sucked him into her mouth. She cradled him with her tongue, absorbing his heat and the contrasting textures. He was hot and soft, warm and moist, and she couldn’t get enough of him.
He let her set the pace, remaining as passive as his consuming desire allowed. His hand steadied the back of her head, but his hips stayed nearly still as she slid her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.