Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret #8)(24)

"This is what I wanted to record for you while I waited in your bed," she said, gasping as her pinkie finger slid deeper. "I was going to send you a dirty video on your phone to keep you company on your plane ride." 

He didn't look at her face, couldn't draw his gaze from the sight of her manicured fingers disappearing and reappearing as she plunged them in and out of her pussy. What was it that was so sexy about a woman's fingers pleasing a pussy? Her own or another woman's, he was absolutely riveted by the sight.

"I prefer live performances," he mumbled, surprised he could form a coherent sentence.

Amanda's thighs began to shake. Was she going to come? He glanced up to her face for cues and found her staring at him.

"How long do I have to keep this up before you take over?" she asked.

He grinned. "You seem to be doing fine on your own."

"I think you can do better."

He glanced down between her thighs again and found that she'd moved her hand. Her fingers were no longer buried inside her, they were spreading her lips, holding them open so he could see the emptiness at their center. Her gorgeous pussy begged to be filled with him. He crawled up the bed slowly, forcing his gaze to lock with hers rather than fixating on the parts of her that demanded his attention. He moved over her until he was suspended above her body on hands and knees, then he lowered his hips and brushed the head of his cock against her mound. She squirmed and when he didn't move-merely stared down into her eyes-she took his cock in her hand and rubbed its sensitive head against her. Pleasure teased his nerve endings as she used his tip to stimulate her clit.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked breathlessly.

He wished he didn't have to deal with them, but he hurriedly applied one for her. Now he was in command of her pleasure. Free to take her. Or not.

He stared into her eyes as he rubbed her clit with two fingers, working the hardened nub until her mouth dropped open, her eyes rolled back, and she shuddered with orgasm. He shifted his hips and slowly slid inside her, his breath catching with the pleasure her clenching pussy provided his entire length. He rubbed her clit faster and faster, making her sputter and quake as he filled her with slow deep thrusts.

Jacob's arm began to shake with fatigue. It was holding his full weight so he could free a hand to work her clit, but at this rate he'd have to give up his plan to stimulate her clit while he fucked her. Hell, if he'd had another free hand he could have used it to finger her ass at the same time. He could probably manage what he envisioned if he fucked her on her knees, but then he wouldn't be able to stare into her eyes. He wondered how she'd feel about using his sex swing tonight. She'd said she didn't want the theatrics, that she'd wanted intimacy, but he wanted to please her without doing permanent damage to his body.

"I know you said you wanted intimacy tonight," he said, totally lost in her eyes.

She reached up and stroked his face. "This is perfect," she said, a gaspy moan escaping her as his touch on her clit slowed and he rubbed in deep circles. "Exactly what I want."

"Is the sex swing intimate?" he asked, hoping she'd see that it was. Or maybe she needed another demonstration. He could show her how intimate weightlessness could be.

Amanda's eyes popped open wide and her breath caught. "How could I have forgotten about the sex swing? Yes, please. Let's use that."

He chuckled at her unexpected enthusiasm. The woman was amazing.

Jacob lowered the device from its hidden panel in the ceiling. Amanda shivered as the padded harness descended toward her.

He took his time with her, getting to know her body as he slipped a black strap beneath her back and eased each of her limbs through loops. He trailed kisses between her breasts as he adjusted the length of each strap so that when he tightened the tension, she'd rise from the bed in the exact position he had in mind.



       
         
       
        

He wasn't sure how intimate trussing her up in a sex swing could be, but he was doing his best to give her the experience she wanted. He knew if he pleased her, he'd receive more than his share of pleasure in return. He remembered a time when he'd thought that taking what he wanted from a woman was the best way to get his rocks off, but he'd come to realize that the more pleasure he gave, the more he received. Funny how that worked. So while his body demanded he get to fucking, his head reminded him to take it slow, put her needs first, make her want him with the same desperation that he wanted her.

He tugged a strap that popped the overhead tension rod into place, and Amanda was lifted from the bed. She gasped in surprise at the sudden change in position but smiled at him with trust in her amazing hazel eyes as she swayed gently in the swing. She was basically sitting in midair, her legs held wide open by the contraption's straps. He hoisted her body another foot higher and then knelt between her legs, leaning forward to thrust into her pussy with his eager-to-please tongue.