Well Built (Book Boyfriend #3)(29)

But this woman in front of him now smoldered with passion, and now that he was older, he could appreciate her confidence, her provocative nature. Revel in it, even. But he also realized that her indecent behavior brought out a primal, possessive side of him. One he liked too damned much.

Her fingers moved a little faster beneath that silk and lace, pushed a little deeper, and her soft, carnal moan finally snapped him out of his trance.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, tossing the condoms onto the bed to have them nearby when he was ready for one.

The smile she gave him was sultry and teasing. "Getting things started for you," she murmured.

He arched a brow as he moved up onto the bed and between her widened knees, and still, she didn't stop fingering herself, and it was starting to make him a little crazy. "What makes you think I need the help?"

She gave a small, impudent shrug. "A little help never hurts when it comes to orgasms," she said huskily.

Her comment took him aback for a few seconds. Jesus, had she had to help where Tucker had been concerned? Did she honestly think he wasn't man enough for the job? The thought rankled, and before she realized what he meant to do, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out of her panties.

She gasped in surprise, eyes wide.

"No touching what's mine tonight," he growled fiercely, meaning it.

Her soft laughter taunted him. "Yours?"

"Mine," he reiterated, and holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his mouth to prove his point. He sucked the juices from her fingers, watching as her eyes grew dark, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her body softened in supplication. "Your pussy, your orgasms, and your screams. They belong to me for the next eight hours. If you want something, just ask me for it, and I'll make sure you get exactly what you need."

She licked her lips, seemingly turned on by his authoritative display. "What I want right now is to feel your beard against the insides of my thighs."

The muscles in his stomach clenched at her inviting, and unexpected, request, and he gave her a sexy smile that told her that her wish was his command. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he drew them off her and dropped them onto the floor, then he settled more comfortably between her legs. Starting at her knee, he rubbed his soft facial hair up her thigh and along her sensitive skin, alternating between a tickling sensation and a more abrasive caress that he knew would leave the insides of her thighs a tender pink to remember him by for the next few days. Her breath caught with every pass of his scruff, and her thighs quivered as he gently kissed away the burn, and when he finally turned his attention to her pussy, he knew she was beyond ready to add another level of pleasure to his endeavor.



       
         
       
        

Hooking his arms around her legs to hold her in place, he fastened his open mouth fully against her sex and slid his tongue straight through her swollen, needy flesh. With a startled cry, she bucked her hips and gripped her fingers in his hair as he continued to suck and lick and massage her clit with his tongue. He briefly thought about adding a few fingers to the mix, then decided against it. The only thing he wanted filling her tonight was his cock.

"Kyle . . . please . . . I need to come," she moaned deliriously, panting, hips writhing mindlessly for release.

He could easily keep her right on the edge of her climax for hours, but to draw out her torture any more would be adding to his own. And giving her the orgasm she was pleading for put him that much closer to where he was dying to be. So deep inside her, where she was tight and hot and milking him to an explosive peak.

He pressed his mouth tighter against her, adding more pressure, more heated friction with each lash of his tongue. Again and again, pushing her higher until he gave her body what it ached for, what it needed. What he wanted-her surrender.

And it was a fucking beautiful sight to behold. Her body jolted, tightened, and shuddered hard, her thighs clenching against his shoulders as the powerful climax rippled through her. The sublime pleasure had her crying out until she lost her voice and the last of her trembling ebbed, leaving her basking in languid satisfaction while he moved off the bed to quickly strip away his briefs and slide on protection. From her prone position, her gaze fixated on his cock, watched as he gave it a nice long stroke.

"How do you want to be fucked this first time, Sunshine?" he asked, in case she had a preference.

And surprisingly, she did. Without a word, she rolled to her stomach, then pushed up on her knees so that her ass was raised high, her legs parted so that he could see her glistening pussy. The rest of her body sloped down to the mattress, her cheek resting on the comforter and her hands stretched above her head.