by BETH KERY
She reached for him, but he gently placed her arms back at her side. He resumed stroking her soft skin and taut curves.
“Let me touch you for a moment. I’m enjoying this,” he explained quietly when he saw her bemusement. “Are you?”
“God, yes,” she whispered.
He leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. “You’re so beautiful,” he said gruffly, as if telling her an intimate secret. He felt her tremble beneath his hands. “Your mouth is killing me. I can’t wait to taste you.” He held both her breasts in his hands and lifted them slightly, peering down to examine the fat, pink, erect nipples between his dark fingers. His cock lurched against the confines of his clothing. “Everywhere,” he assured her, as hunger clawed at him deeper.
She gave a muffled moan and reached up to touch his hair. Her fingers delved into the strands greedily. His scalp prickled in awareness. A cascade of sensation flowed down his body, tickling the root of his cock. Blood pulsed into his flesh. He growled and encircled her in his arms. She cried out softly in surprise when he lifted her off her feet. He set her atop a nearby low ottoman. She steadied herself by grasping his shoulders.
They were at the same height now. He ran both his hands along her back and the sides of her ribs while he stared directly into her face.
“Look at you,” he whispered thickly.
She blinked and glanced to the side into one of several mirrors. He stared at her face while she watched the reflection of him massaging and caressing her back and waist and breasts. Her skin was incredibly smooth, pale with peachy-pink undertones. His hands couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her taut planes and lush curves. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she watched in the mirror while he molded her to his hands.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, trailing his hands with her gaze, as though caught in a spell. He captured one of her breasts and shaped it to his palm.
“You’re so little. But you fit me perfectly.” He feathered her nipple with his forefinger, and she gasped.
“Your fingers are calloused.”
He paused, worried he was making her uncomfortable, his rough fingers against her silky skin—
“It feels so good,” she said in a rush, and he resumed stroking her, stepping closer. He pressed his cock between the juncture of her thighs. She was a sweet, soft harbor, and he was hard. So hard. He gritted his teeth as the hurt in him mounted. Her grip tightened on his shoulders.
He pressed his mouth to her neck and smooth shoulder, intent on ravishing her. Over her shoulder, he saw a reflection of her from behind, his hands on the back of her waist, his mouth moving hungrily on her elegant neck, strands of his dark hair spilling on her shoulder. Relishing the anticipation, he slowly peeled the shorts over her bottom and partially down her thighs. The vision of her pale, taut ass in the reflection sent a sharp spike of sexual anticipation through him.
“Seth?” Her shaky query made him straighten and look into her face. “Kiss me. Please.”
“Part your lips,” he demanded, lust beginning to cut at him relentlessly.
He watched her with a feral stare as she opened her mouth. He cupped her buttocks and pressed her tight against him. His cock lurched viciously at the sensation.
“Jesus, you’re sweet,” he grated out, massaging her ass. He plucked at her plump lower lip hungrily and groaned. “You should be punished for having a mouth like this,” he told her, smiling slightly as he nibbled at her. “You’ve been making me crazy with it all night.”
“I have?” she asked, her breath falling across his lips. “I was wondering if you were affected at all.” She bit at his lower lip, and he groaned roughly.
“I haven’t been affected like this for a long, long time,” he assured her, grinding his erection against her as blatant evidence. She moaned. Surrendering to the inevitable, he slid his tongue into her mouth, savoring and claiming at once.
God, it was good. He’d known she would be delicious, and she’d surpassed his expectations. He dipped into her wet heat with a firm, suggestive rhythm, coaxing her to join him. He sucked, calling another moan from her throat. Still gripping her ass in his hands, he moved her against him in a mind-blowing rhythm. She joined him in the subtle sexual dance, gyrating her hips against his erection and tangling her tongue with his.
He was going to eat her alive. Her singular taste was doing strange things to him. He reluctantly released her ass. Framing her jaw with his hands, he molded her mouth to his, sucking and piercing and stroking, his lust sharp and exposed.
“This is going to be so good,” he grated out at the same time he gripped her braid and pulled. She arched her neck back willingly. He pressed his mouth to her throat, the tiny whimpers vibrating against his lips maddening him. His mouth closed over her fluttering pulse as he took her breasts in his hands again. She jerked her hands on his shoulders as if she’d just remembered she had them. Frantically, she began pushing at his vest, her fingers burrowing beneath the crew neck of his T-shirt. Her obvious desire made him see red for a moment.
He leaned up and gathered both her wrists, lifting her hands off him. It was hard enough to keep his head without her hands stroking and rubbing his skin and her nails scratching his nerves into a frenzy. He held her stare as he pushed her hands to her middle back.
“Stay still now while I touch you,” he said. “Keep your hands here.”
He waited for a moment, studying her reaction to his demand closely. She watched him with huge eyes, her lips and cheeks flushed, her high, firm, pink-tipped breasts rising and falling as she panted shallowly. Slowly, he released her. A small smile of approval shaped his mouth when she kept her wrists at the middle of her back. Even though her eyes were wary, her mouth flickered with returned warmth.
“That’s right, I only want to make you feel good,” he assured her gruffly next to her lips as their breath mingled and he ran his hands along her sides, stroking her with his fingertips. She quaked. He ground his teeth together. Her excitement was like a stimulant in his blood. His brain pounded with it.
Unable to resist, he cupped her ass again, holding her stare, his cock pulsing as he shaped her flesh to his palms. His mouth curled into a snarl. She bit off a whimper. He forced the shorts down her legs. When they fell to her ankles, she stepped out of them. He held her steady with his hands at her hips and ass, plucking and nipping at her lush lips. He dipped his tongue between them, still watching her. She moaned feverishly.
“Are you getting wet?” he asked, between biting at her sweet lips.
“Yes,” she whispered hotly, craning forward slightly to catch his mouth. “Let me touch you.”
“Tonight we’ll focus on you,” he rasped, sinking his tongue into the warm, velvety depths of her mouth again. “I could spend a lifetime focusing on you.”
His hands settled on her hips, and he looked down at her, eating up the vision of her pale, smooth skin, slender waist and curving hips. Her legs were long, the muscles toned. His nostrils flared as he stared at the light-brown trimmed thatch of hair between shapely thighs. He tightened his hold on her and brought her against him. She ground her hips against his cock, gyrating subtly, stroking him through his clothing. He lightly swatted a plump ass cheek, watching her reaction. She blinked in surprise. She wasn’t used to being spanked. Vivid color bloomed in her cheeks.
But she liked it, he thought with savage triumph.
He lifted his head, still watching her, and slid his hand down the crack of her ass and between her thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he said tensely. She responded wordlessly.
He growled low in his throat as his seeking fingers were coated in warm honey. He pierced her with his finger. She whimpered.
“You weren’t acting. You’re warm and wet, and so tight,” he said through a clenched jaw as he stroked her.
“Oh God,” she said shakily, a wild, hel
pless expression on her face. “I don’t know why I’m doing this.”
“Because you wanted to take a risk,” he said, biting gently at her bee-stung lower lip. He touched the side of her breast with his free hand and found a hard nipple, pinching at it as he continued to plunge his finger into her drenched, snug sheath. “And because we wanted each other. Period.” He kissed her again, hard and deep. She moaned into his mouth, the vibrations thrilling his nerves. She flexed her hips against his cock, grinding herself against him, and made a wild sound of frustration. For a second, his vision darkened.
When his haze of lust cleared, he was holding her in his hands just above her waist, his arm muscles rigid, and the tip of her breast was in his mouth. His tongue lashed at a puckering nipple, and miraculously, she tightened more for him. She squirmed against him, thrashing his nerves, gasping his name in quiet desperation. Her fingers dug into his hair and scratched his scalp, making him growl against her firm, soft flesh. Her nipple popped out from between his lips, the vision of the glistening, dark pink flesh only adding to his madness. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.
Instead, he pulled her an inch higher against his body and transferred his attention to her other breast. As much as his cock hurt, he couldn’t resist the allure of tasting as much of her as he could.
* * *
Jesus.
He’d lifted her against him as if she weighed nothing, his desire single-minded. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth enclosing her nipple and his firm suck made her hips jerk in arousal like an electrical shock had gone through her. His tongue pressed and laved at the sensitive nipple. She writhed against his solid body, helpless in the grip of undiluted lust and pleasure. He tugged gently on the crest with his mouth, his tongue a warm, wet lash one moment, gentle and coaxing the next.
Gia gripped at his head mindlessly, sensation flooding her consciousness. Trying desperately to ground herself from this dizzying descent into the very core of desire, she opened her eyes. Instead, seeing the image of them together plunged her straight into the center of lust. She gasped, staring into one of the mirrors at the vision of Seth holding her against him, ravishing her.
He was completely dressed and she was naked. Her face was flushed; her expression dazed. Her feet dangled several inches off the ottoman as he took his fill of her. His hands looked dark and masculine gripping her feminine curves.
It was the very image of a woman being debauched by a man, and thoroughly loving it. Yet there was nothing depraved about it. His desire was concentrated and unrelenting, but . . . pure somehow.
She said his name when he released her aching nipple from his taut suck and transferred to her other breast, still holding her up like a feast for his mouth, pressing her to him. She had the impression that although he was unusually powerful, it was his desire that gave him the strength to hold her suspended that way.
He was a man determined to get his fill.
The thought fired her. She squirmed against him, aroused even more by the feeling of his cock through his clothing. It was like the rest of him, big and hard and frothing her senses. Her hunger mounting, she reached downward, finding his waistband. She ripped at his button fly savagely, wild to undress him. His low, guttural groan thrilled her. His lips slipped over her nipple, his tongue lingering in a caress. Then he was moving and setting her down gently on the couch.
She stared up at him, panting. He watched her while he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. Dazedly, she realized he was retrieving a condom.
He finished what she’d started, drawing up the hem of his T-shirt over a taut, ridged belly and unfastening his jeans. He shoved them roughly around his thighs. Her breath froze. He wore a pair of boxer briefs beneath the jeans, the cloth looking starkly white against his olive-toned, hair-sprinkled, powerful thighs. Gia was no expert on men’s underwear, but Seth’s possessed a front panel that seemed to be made to accommodate his size. She could see the outlines of his cock through the clinging cotton. The staff was thick and long, heavy enough to fall forward several inches and tent the fabric. The crown was fat, the cap clearly defined even through the boxer briefs.
She stared, enthralled.
Even as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the underwear, she reached forward and caressed the tempting, swollen head through the fabric. His cock jumped at her touch. She encircled the head and gave a small, erotic tug on the base of the crown.
She looked up into his face and smiled.
A muscle jumped in his rigid cheek. He jerked the cotton down over his erection to his thighs. He straightened before her, his gaze on her, scorching.
“Go on,” he said quietly, but she needed no encouragement. Her hand already encircled him. A thrill shot through her. He was warm and hard and pulsing. She squeezed him tight experimentally. He grunted softly as she pistoned her fist up and down the stalk for a moment. She felt his avid gaze on her from above. It mounted her excitement. Fascinated by the sensation of him—the sheer weight and texture—she wrapped her other hand around the fleshy crown, using her fingers to trace the succulent rim. One swollen vein ran the length of his cock, amply feeding his arousal, and she followed that with a fingertip as well. He groaned, low and rough. She began to pump the staff while she continued to make a study of the head with her fingertips. She leaned forward on the couch, spellbound. Her lips parted.
He hissed. She blinked in surprise because he was suddenly moving, sitting on the couch next to her.
He lifted her onto his thighs. With a hand on the back of her head, he immediately pushed her down to his mouth. She moaned feverishly as their tongues rubbed and dueled and tangled. He tasted so good. His kiss drugged her. He was so hot, sending up her fever of excitement.
He opened his hand along the side of her head and jaw and sealed their kiss.
“I have to have you now,” he declared gruffly.
“I have to have you too,” she squeaked, glancing down at his lap. His heavy erection had fallen against his belly and T-shirt.
“Hold it up for me,” he instructed her quietly, hastily tearing open the condom package. She reached for the base of the staff. He shaved. The edge of her hand pressed against round, firm testicles, the skin over them tautly drawn. She found the sensation exciting. She found everything about him exciting. When he’d unrolled the clear condom most of the way down, she moved her hand. She couldn’t resist running her hand over his balls curiously.
He groaned and reached for her hips.
“Come here,” he growled.
She raised up over him, her knees on the couch beside his hips, trying to adjust to him. He took control, guiding her with one hand spread on her hip and buttock, the other fisting his cock.
“Right there,” he mumbled thickly when she was suspended over him. “Stay still a moment.” Her hands on his shoulders, she watched with bated breath as he reached between her thighs. He sunk his forefinger into her channel.
Her thighs quivered and she bit off a moan. Almost immediately, he withdrew, his finger coated in her juices. He used the ridge of the lubricated finger to give her clit a firm rub.
“Oh.” Her hips flexing against the delicious pressure. He watched her narrowly for a moment while he expertly rubbed her clit and she gasped in pleasure.
“You’re more than ready,” he said. Gia agreed wholeheartedly. He cupped her hip again. She gritted her teeth in unbearable excitement as she watched him present the head of his cock to her slit. She pushed with her hips, forcing her tissues to part for his hard flesh. The crown slid into her. She moaned uncontrollably. The pressure was intense.
“It’s okay, be patient,” he urged, obviously sensing how hard she was pushing . . . how huge her hunger to have him inside her was. He grasped her hips with both hands and bounced her very gently with his tensed arms. She found it intensely exciting. After a moment, he paused. He cupped her ass in his palms and lif
ted her buttocks, parting her further.
Their moans twined as she eased down on the rigid staff.
She looked into his face while she lowered down onto his cock, but he was watching their sexes fuse. His face was a paradox of profound, wild lust and rigid restraint. She was on top, but he was in control. His arm muscles bunched round and tight as he took much of her weight with his hold on her ass and hips. He didn’t shove her down onto his cock, but nevertheless, his stark determination to be inside her was clear.
She whimpered at the increasing feeling of fullness and pressure, unprecedented for her.
He paused with only inches to go and met her stare. It wasn’t an apology she saw in his gaze precisely, but it was a bid for understanding. And she did understand. Who could deny the storm of need that had swept them both into its grip?
He gripped her ass and flexed his hips, sinking his cock to the hilt. She cried out shakily. He lowered his hold, clutching her buttocks from below. He never paused, but immediately began lifting and lowering her weight while he subtly pumped his hips up and down in a wicked counter rhythm. Gia could only imagine her expression at that moment. Was it the look of thrilled terror and sharp excitement a person gets when a roller-coaster ride crests and then abruptly drops? She opened her mouth—
“Don’t scream, Gia,” Seth said sharply.
At the last second, she choked off her scream and made a sort of muffled wail instead. He never paused fucking her with short, powerful strokes. She bounced on top of him, her entire world rocking. She stared into his face helplessly. He looked hard and strained, his jaw clenched.
“I just don’t want anyone to interrupt this,” he said to explain his harsh command.
“God no,” she said wildly. “Oh my God,” she muttered disbelievingly when he thrust into her with more force and their skin slapped together tautly. The almost unbearable friction was turning into a delicious, hot burn. She tightened her hold on his shoulders and pumped against him, desperate to increase the tension building in her.