by Vivi Anna, Sylvia Day, Delilah Devlin, Cathryn Fox, Myla Jackson, Lisa Renee Jones
Her lips parted as one of his fingers slid across her inner core. “You are wet.”
Despite the pleasure and the intensity of the moment, he managed to make her smile. He was referring to that moment in the doorway when she had announced she was wet. Only this time it wasn’t her hair and clothes that were wet. “Yes,” Jessica told him. “I would never lie about something so important.”
A second finger slid along her sensitive flesh, circling, spreading her own liquid. He stepped closer between her legs, bringing his mouth so that it lingered just above hers. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered in the midst of a gasp as his finger slid inside her. He kissed her then, swallowing her sound, feeding her need.
His tongue pressed along hers as his finger found the upper wall inside her core, mimicking the same motion. She felt like she was falling into a haze of pure desire. No longer were her actions thought out. She simply responded.
“Do you like this?” he asked her.
Her mouth barely formed a word as he slid yet another finger inside her. “Yes.”
Her head fell against the mirror as he leaned back and pressed her thighs open a bit further, looking at her as he touched her. Eyes shut, she felt the climb of heat in her body, tingling and wanting.
And it just kept getting better.
He dropped to his knees and focused his tongue on her nub, shocking her with the warmth of his mouth. “Oh God,” she moaned, looking down at him, aroused by the sight of him between her legs, tasting her so intimately.
The journey toward ultimate satisfaction was almost complete as he licked, suckled and delved his tongue into the sensitive core of her body.
All she could do was lie back and experience what was to come next. And as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, dipping his tongue yet deeper into her body, his motions more frenzied, she arched her back, feeling the need to be closer.
His fingers slid inside her again, caressing just as his tongue flickered. It was just the right combination. It made the impossible happen…
The first ripple of orgasm shook her body. The second made her tremble. On and on, the feel of pleasure seemed to inch its way through every nerve ending in her body, until she felt completely sated from pleasure.
Her stranger was only just beginning, and she was already putty in his hands. He hadn’t even found his way inside her.
Boneless from satisfaction, she sank against the mirror and sighed. An instant later, she found herself in her sexy stranger’s arms being carried toward the bedroom.
As he laid her on the bed, he spread her legs and slid between them. Instinctively her arms went around his neck. Weight on his elbows, he stared down at her, eyes brimming with heat.
“You are beautiful when you come,” he told her in a low, deep voice.
Any other time, words such as his would make her blush. Tonight, with him, they didn’t. Still she chose not to respond directly. Despite having just had an amazing orgasm, she felt the distinct sensation of arousal already building again.
Feeling his hard body pressing against her own turned her on. “I still want you.” In some far corner of her mind she wondered how she could feel so much desire, and yet, complete comfort within that passion, with a stranger.
His mouth, full and sensual, lowered toward hers. It drew her away from her thoughts, pulling her into the anticipation of what was to come.
“I want you very much,” he said in a voice so thick with his need that it sounded almost hoarse.
His lips brushed hers, gently, but with such electricity, she felt it in every inch of her body. When finally his tongue parted her lips, brushing past her teeth, she eagerly met it with her own.
Within seconds they were kissing passionately, pressing their bodies together as if they couldn’t get close enough. Her breasts pressed in the hard perfection of his chest, even as her hands caressed the muscles of his bare back.
She melted into his kiss and knew that if this was a dream, she didn’t ever want to wake up.
Four
He didn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted this one. Even as he kissed her, pressing his tongue against hers, savoring her flavor, he knew he shouldn’t be here with her.
He was dangerous.
She was like an innocent angel, too pure for him, and too tempting for him to walk away from. He kissed her neck, nipped at her ear and touched her nipples.
Her soft sighs only provoked his urgency.
He wanted out of his pants and anything else that served as a barrier between them. Pushing away from her, he met resistance as she clung. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.” He leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers. It was a quick kiss, but not lacking in passion. “I’m going to get rid of these pants.”
She pressed her lips to his for a brief moment, and then a bit breathlessly said, “Good.”
He couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips. There was no doubt this woman was allowing him to see a side of her others didn’t. He had watched her struggle to maintain control, sensed her internal battle. Had she not held so tightly to her inhibitions, he would have made her come sooner.
Quickly unsnapping his pants, he shoved them over his hips along with his underwear. Stepping out of them, he kicked them aside. Ready to remove all obstacles, he stood at the end of the bed, fully aroused, and stared down at her.
Her skin was as ivory and pure as new fallen snow. It made him want, no need, to touch and kiss her all over. This woman got under his skin, made him hungry for more. It didn’t seem to matter how much he’d already had of her.
“What about birth control?” he asked, addressing the final obstacle that kept him from taking her in his arms and sinking deep into her body.
She lifted her weight up on her elbows, giving him a delicious view of her breasts, nipples aroused. “I don’t have a condom.”
“A condom,” he repeated flatly, feeling impatient. Damn, he wanted to feel her skin to skin, no barriers, but a condom was necessary and he knew it. “I do.”
He moved, reaching impatiently for his pants and yanking his wallet from the back pocket. Moments later, he rolled the condom over his throbbing cock.
Her eyes dropped to his erection, her tongue wetting her lips and making him want to moan with the images it evoked. Her gaze lifted back to his. “What are you waiting for?”
He laughed, but it was laced with passion, thick and rich in tone. “You,” he said. “Come here.”
A combination of surprise and nervousness registered on her face. “As in where?”
Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, he dropped to his knees on the bed. His hands settled on her legs, and gently, careful not to hurt her, he pulled her closer.
He spread her knees, moving between them. The action put his cock directly between her thighs. As much as his body begged for him to find her wetness, he resisted. Instead, he ran his hands up her inner thighs.
His thumb touched the slick folds of her core, lightly spreading the moisture. She made a soft sound of pleasure. It inched its way through his body, spurring his need for ultimate satisfaction. He wanted desperately to bury himself deep inside her body.
Still he resisted. He would only have her one night, and he wanted to make every second count.
He moved so that his hands rested on either side of her shoulders, holding his body just above hers. Their hips touched in a tantalizing tease. He kept his arousal carefully tucked between her thighs, but not quite at the point of total satisfaction.
Her hands moved under his arms, over his shoulders, as her body arched upward, her breasts pressing into his chest. She was like a cat curling up to her master, practically purring with the pleasure of body-to-body contact.
His mouth closed over hers, hungry to swallow her moans, and just as eager to taste her desire. Never before had he kissed someone and felt the potency he did at this moment. His body sank down on top of hers even as she arched into
him yet again.
Their need for one another was like a living creature with its own agenda. It controlled them both, blocking out everything else. There was no question they were both lost in one another.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, biting her shoulder and then licking. His urgency made him rougher than normal; yet, she seemed to get more aroused, crying out with pleasure at his actions. He nipped at her shoulders over and over. Then he soothed each spot with his tongue.
One of his hands explored her nipple, pinching and tugging, before rolling it with his finger. He cupped and kneaded her breasts, one at a time and together. All the while his mouth explored her shoulders, her neck and her mouth.
She touched him, feverishly stroking, fingers exploring and bringing him pleasure. She begged for fulfillment. “I can’t wait anymore.” It was a strangled whisper against his lips.
His mouth claimed hers yet again, his tongue stroking hers, seducing her with its long, soft caresses. Adjusting his hips, his hand slid between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and allowed the tip to slide across her wetness.
“Ohhh,” they both moaned at once.
He moved his cock back and forth, slowly, feeling the sensations it created in every nerve ending of his body. It took absolute willpower to keep from sinking inside her body…but every second he waited would make the completion hotter, more intense.
“Now,” she cried out, urgency in her voice.
“Soon,” he said, barely keeping a grip on his restraint.
Without warning, he moved, maneuvering her to her side. “What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.
He didn’t say a word. She’d see soon enough.
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him. Her hands pressed on his chest, as he urged her to straddle him. Realization and a touch of nervousness flickered in her eyes.
Briefly, he wondered at the insecurities he glimpsed within her. Gently he urged, “Come, mi Hermosa. I want to see your passion.”
Moments later, she was willingly climbing on top of him. He was damn happy the lights were still on, because what an erotic sight she made.
Her skin was like a painting, pale and perfect. And her hair…long, silky strands danced around her shoulders. A blond veil of silk dangled over one of her sexy, round breasts, drawing his eyes to the red bud. He wanted it in his mouth.
Before she could hesitate, he took his cock in his hand and urged her to lean forward. He slid the tip along her wetness and then slowly slipped inside. His breath caught in his throat as she moaned softly.
Inch by inch, he felt her slide down his length, watching as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Forcing a breath, his hands settled on her hips. His eyes feasted on the sight she made, gloriously naked and sexy. “You’re beautiful.”
She bit her bottom lip, her hands moving in a circular motion over his chest, timidly at first and then with more hunger in her touch. “So are you.” Her voice was low and heavy with arousal.
Their eyes locked and held. It was then, at that moment, that he felt a connection to her beyond what he had experienced with any other women. It was something he neither understood nor recognized as familiar.
Something passed between them…emotions, passion, perhaps even a deeply rooted understanding of each other. It was a connection of souls, deep and unexplainable. He felt it in his stomach, in the rapid beat of his heart, and in the arousal of his body.
“Come here,” he said taking her hand and pulling her forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest, arousing something primal inside, his mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss.
Slowly, they began to move. Their bodies pressed close, each movement part of a sensual dance. Every stroke more frantic. Faster and harder. Sweet sounds of pleasure slid from her lips as she buried her face in his neck. Her hands were all over his body, hips pressing harder and harder against his.
“Come for me, mi Hermosa,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to know I please you.”
“You…do,” she replied in between strokes. “You…oh…um…do.”
His body begged for release, but he fought back his orgasm, wanting her to come first. His hand found one of her breasts, kneading and stroking. His lips found her neck.
She was close. So close. Breathing deeply, he filled his lungs with the delicious tang of her arousal.
He felt her rotate her hips, taking him deeper. She arched her back and cried out as he felt her first spasm grab his own. Seconds later, he gave into his own need for release, pushing deep into her body and pulling her down hard on his cock.
Spilling himself inside her, his body shook from the waves of pure pleasure racing through his body. Moments later, completely sated, he wrapped his arms around the amazing woman now still on top of him.
He stroked her hair and told her again how beautiful she was. Silently, he wished for so many things he couldn’t have. If only he could ask her name and tell her his. If only he could get to know her beyond this one night.
But he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. Instead, he would have to be satisfied with holding her and making love to her now. He could only hope she didn’t want sleep because this night had to last a lifetime.
Rolling her to her side, he pulled her close against his shoulder. She started to move. “I need to clean up.”
He kissed her forehead. “Don’t move. I’ll get you a towel.”
She stared at him, eyes wide, and then nodded. He returned only seconds later and pressed the small hand towel between her legs. He stretched out beside her again and pulled her into his arms.
Crazy as it seemed, he already wanted her again. “Rest a few minutes,” he told her, willing himself to contain his desire.
She laughed and looked up at him. “Only a few minutes?”
He smiled. “I see you have never experienced the desire of a Latino man.”
“I must admit,” she said, resting her chin on his chest, “you are the first.”
“You are pleased with the experience?” He already knew the answer, but he couldn’t resist asking. “Yes?”
She shifted and snuggled under his arm. “Yes.” The word was like a sigh of satisfaction. “I am quite pleased.”
His fingers found her hair, sinking into it, and enjoying the feel of the silky strands. “And I have only just begun, mi Hermosa.”
Jessica’s hand lay on top of the muscular chest of her Latin lover.
She inhaled the sexy, male scent he wore, feeling the first hint of newly forming arousal. Amazing. She sure wasn’t feeling sexless and boring.
Not one bit.
This man, whose name she didn’t even know, had helped her discover a new, sensual side of herself she wanted to explore. Her fingers curled in the dark hair on his chest, her hand itching to explore.
And why shouldn’t she?
This was a once in a lifetime experience. She’d never see him again. The only consequence she would have to live with would be regret if she didn’t take advantage of the time she had with this.
With that thought in mind, her decision was made. Her hand slowly began exploring his chest. She felt a tiny warmth begin to build inside as the muscles under her palm flexed.
He was awake.
Her head tilted and she found his skin with her mouth. Lips pressing against his chest as her tongue darted out to taste him. His hand slid down the back of her hair, a tender, sexy caress that spurred her into action with the approval it offered.
Hungrily, her tongue, lips and teeth explored, lingering at his dark, flat nipples and pulling a moan from his mouth.
She smiled inwardly, loving the ability to arouse this man. Sliding her body closer his, her breasts pressed against his side, she kissed her way up his chest to his neck.
His hands inched into her hair as he urged her mouth to his. She met his tongue with her own, needing the connection, loving his flavor. Enjoying the tantalizing way he used that tongue of his to seduce.
But thi
s was her seduction, as much as she enjoyed his. It was her turn to take control, and she wanted it. For far too long, she had played the submissive in her personal life.
Not now. Not here. Not with this man.
Her hand slid down his stomach and flat, taut abdominals rippled beneath her touch.
Seeking…She found exactly what she was looking for. He was hard and ready for her. But she wanted to play a while. No rushing. Briefly, purposely, she ran her hand along his erection.
Teasing.
His body jerked at the touch, and he made a sound, much like a growl, deep and aroused. Just like his body.
“I want you,” she said against his mouth, being bold about her desire, even verbally. Something she normally didn’t do.
He nipped at her bottom lip, breathing with her, as one of his hands pulled her tighter against his body. She nipped back, and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, imitating his action.
His head lifted slightly as he tried to claim her mouth, but she resisted, feeling empowered. This was a new her, a stronger, bolder, spicier woman.
Her hand flattened on his chest as she sat up, giving him a full view of naked breasts. His eyes dropped, heated. Body reacting to his stare, her nipples puckered, eager for his touch.
For a split second, she felt nervous, but this was a little fantasy. One she had the pleasure of living rather than dreaming. One where she was sexy, confident and free to explore her sexual side.
“Hermosos. Los quiero tocar.” His voice was low, and laced with arousal.
She wasn’t sure what he said, but the way he said it was sexy as hell. It made her whole body heat.
Then in English, he said, “I want to touch.”
A slow smile turned up the corners of her mouth. “Not yet.” He had made her wait earlier.
Five
Her stranger reached for her, and Jessica moved, maneuvering so that she was between his legs. Leaning up on his elbows, he looked at her, surprise and a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Or maybe it was anticipation.