by Faye Avalon
He parted her lips a little more and touched her with little pulsing movements just using the tip of the vibrator, taking care to avoid her clit.
Lissa squeezed her eyes shut as she squirmed against the pillows. “You’re such a bastard.”
Another low laugh. “I know.”
He removed the bullet, bent his head and used the tip of the tongue as he had the tip of the vibrator. Lissa squealed through a tight throat. Her whole body felt set to explode with frustration. “Do it, Reed. Please.”
He pressed his mouth to her heat, then released. Pressed and released. “Do what, princess?”
“I’m…begging you.”
He kept up the agonizing rhythm with his mouth, again taking care to kiss her anywhere but her clit. Her pelvis burned, her pussy wept. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
Almost sobbing, she reached down in an attempt to grab his head and press his damn mouth hard to her clit. When he took pity on her, lowering his head to drive his tongue deep inside her, she grabbed for her climax. And flew.
Chapter Nine
Reed waited until the last of her spasms died before lifting his head. She tasted so fucking good, he couldn’t eat his fill. What the hell was it about her? How could she grab at his reasoning and tear it to pieces?
This was supposed to be temporary, damn it, but with each taste, each touch, he fell further into a pit he wasn’t sure he’d be easily able to claw his way out of.
She was so damn responsive, so willing to open herself to him. Not just her body, and hell was she ever responsive with that, but with her whole being. She put her trust in him, again not only with her body, but in the way she took his advice about life outside the bedroom.
He hoped to hell he’d grow out of this feeling pretty soon. Another few days…nights…of her and the novelty might start to wear off. For both of them. There wasn’t much they hadn’t done together, and what was left would be satiated in the time they had left before a divorce settlement would see them part ways.
Surely it wasn’t unusual to feel this way. It was the first time he’d ever had a wife and maybe sex within the sphere of marriage made it different somehow. More intense, more…satisfying.
Shit. He had to get a grip.
Lissa lay back against the sheets, her hips still elevated by the pillows he’d placed there, so that her sweet pussy—pink and wet from his ministrations—tempted him as she lay with her legs open.
Her eyes were closed, her arms thrown back against the headboard. Fuck. He wanted to tie those arms to the posts, tighten restraints around her wrists so that she was powerless against him. As powerless as he felt against her.
Fuck it to hell. He squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Like she had some sort of hold on him. Like he wasn’t in control.
And he was in control. He had been from the start. Wasn’t it him who’d suggested this marriage? This temporary marriage? Wasn’t he the one who needed her to act the part to get him out of a jam?
Well, he was out of that jam, and she’d be rewarded for helping him. She’d get her debts paid. Her business started. Wasn’t that enough? Did she have to dig her clutches in him and make him feel like he may have gotten rid of one problem only to have it replaced by another?
Lissa moaned and stretched against the sheets. His cock jerked in response as she gyrated her hips and opened her eyes until they were hazel slits of temptation. “Reed?”
She was waiting for him to finish it. To fuck her.
His cock throbbed, his heart pounded against his chest like a boxer’s fist. So what was he waiting for? What in hell’s name was he waiting for?
“Reed?” Her pretty forehead creased as she opened her eyes wider. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he growled, unsure why he suddenly felt so damn irritated. He had a hot, willing woman inviting his invasion, so why not just do what his body screamed and take her?
She brought her hands down and he realized she was about to hoist herself up. That irritated him some more, although he still wasn’t sure why. He grabbed her forearms and pressed them back over her head. “Stay right where you are.”
He grabbed a condom, sheathed himself, then with his eyes on hers he pushed himself inside her. Within seconds he was pounding out his release, squeezing his eyes shut as he thrust into her as if his sanity depended on it.
She gasped and her breathing joined his in short, choppy bursts. Her feminine muscles squeezed around his hard cock, milking him like a pro, until he felt the pull of orgasm and pumped his seed into the condom.
“Shit,” he declared as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Shit.”
“Every time you make me come,” she gasped between breaths, “I think I can’t possibly do it again. Then you prove me wrong.”
She gave a breathy laugh as she wound her arms around his back. He fought against the instinctive need to push away from her. To disappear into the bathroom, dispose of the condom, and take a brisk, cleansing shower. He needed to get the scent of her off him, to rid himself of her sweet, giving taste. To keep his fucking distance until this damn thing ran its course.
But even more instinctive was the need to pull her close, to keep her against him, draw in the amazing essence that was Lissa.
He took the middle way, rolling off her and onto his back. Like her, he stared up at their naked images in the mirrored ceiling, noticing that Lissa eased the pillows away and drew her legs together.
Had she picked up on his mood? Had he in some way given her a signal as to how he was feeling?
He continued to stare up, mesmerized by her curves, by the delectable breasts, her hot little cunt. Those long, long legs.
All he had to do was keep his attention focused on her body. On the sex. And the temporary nature of her in his life.
Yeah, he thought. Keep his mind on the sex. Nothing else mattered. Everything else was transitory. This feeling of unease would pass. All he had to do was remember that he was the one in control. Soon it would all be over, so why not just enjoy her until then?
When she shifted beside him, he realized she was about to get off the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Seated, with her legs over the side of the bed, she turned to look over her shoulder at him. “To get a drink of water.”
He pulled her back down, lay over her and kissed her. “Stay here. I’ve got something better in mind.”
He kissed her again. Just sex, he reminded himself reassuringly as she returned his kiss with a soft welcoming mouth and the gentle stroke of her fingers along his arm. Temporary sex.
Pulling the sheet over her, he took care to leave her breasts bare. Damn. He loved those breasts with a fucking passion. Since he couldn’t resist, he leaned down and kissed each of her nipples.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as she gave a contented sigh. “Don’t go anywhere.”
In the bathroom, he disposed of the condom, washed his hands, and splashed water on his face. With his hands braced on the edge of the sink, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. This whole thing was surreal. Was it any wonder he was feeling off? Disorientated? It wasn’t every day a man had a noose tightened around his neck, even temporarily. His reaction was a natural one. Entirely justified. All he had to do was keep his mind on Lissa’s hot, delectable body and let everything else roll through him.
Fortified by his decision, he went into the sitting area, pulled the bottle of champagne from the chiller, and picked up the two crystal flutes. He tucked the champagne under his arm, held the upturned flutes by the stem, and snagged the dish of chocolates before heading back to the bedroom.
Lissa sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, the sheet now around her so that only her shoulders and arms were visible. She looked up as he came in, her eyes landing on the champagne and chocolates.
She smiled at him, all sleepy and sex-sated. He ignored the punch in his chest, reminding himself it was all down to the whole uneasy, o
ddness of their situation. Sliding the dish of chocolates onto the bedside cabinet, he handed her the flutes.
“Hmm. Champagne.” She held out the glasses, her eyes sparkling lazily as she watched him pop the cork and pour. “I love champagne. There’s something really decadent about drinking champagne while lying in bed naked, don’t you think?”
He returned her smile. “There’s something even more decadent about what I’m thinking right now.”
She lowered her chin and looked up at him through lush dark lashes. “What’s that? Or shouldn’t I ask?”
“No need to ask.” He placed the bottle on the beside cabinet and reached for the dish of chocolates. “Seeing as I intend showing you very soon.”
When he took the glass she offered, she lay back against the pillows and stretched out her legs. The sheet fell away from one breast so that she looked like a classical Roman goddess.
Glancing at the hard little nipple begging for his attention, he held out the dish.
She took her time selecting a chocolate, her finger hovering above the selection as she made a humming noise. She took one and popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes as if in ecstasy.
Spellbound, he watched her. This woman did everything so damn sensuously.
When his cock sprang to life again, he could only marvel how it could happen so fast. How he could recover so quickly. He tipped back his champagne, needing the moisture as his throat, along with his dick, tightened.
When she reached out to the dish again, the action caused the sheet to fall to her waist so that both her breasts were bare to his gaze.
Licking his lips, he stared at her plump flesh and those hard little nipples. When he looked up, he found her watching him with wide eyes. “Are you serious? We’re going to run out of condoms at this rate.”
After another healthy swig of bubbly, he shifted to make room for the burgeoning growth between his legs. “If we run out, I’ll improvise.” He took the glass from her hand. “Lay back.”
When she did, he put her glass on the side table but kept his own. Levering himself down beside her, he hoisted up onto one elbow. He slid the small round base of his glass beneath the sheet lying at her waist and drew it slowly down a few inches to reveal her navel.
With his eyes on hers, he raised the glass to his lips and sipped. He licked his lips again, noticing with pleasure that she did the same. Then he brought the glass to her breasts and circled its base around the circumference of her nipples. She jerked as the cold crystal touched her skin, but he slid it to the center of her breasts. He then ran it slowly down to her navel, where he circled it again before returning to her breasts. Slowly, so that her stomach muscles tensed in anticipation, he tilted the glass and allowed tiny droplets of liquid to fall onto each of her nipples.
Perfect aim, he thought as the champagne hit her tight bud and she jerked. Withdrawing the glass, he bent his head and touched the tip of his tongue to the damp patch.
She moaned little ‘mmm’ sounds as he licked his way slowly around and over her nipple, remoistening with champagne each time he’d licked his way clean.
Having administered to both breasts in equal measure, he trailed droplets of liquid down between her breasts, in a straight line to her navel where he dipped his tongue.
“Am I going to get to do the same to you this time?” she asked breathily. “With my champagne?”
“Maybe I’ll let you. If you’re a good girl.”
She pouted. “Haven’t I already been a good girl?”
He grinned as he used the base of the glass to further ease down the sheet. “Mostly.”
“What else do I have to do?” she asked in mock surprise, but he knew she was enjoying the game as much as he was.
He held the glass at the apex of her thighs. “You have to open your legs and let me pour champagne into your hot little cunt. Then you have to let me lick it dry.”
She squirmed and opened her legs for him.
He dripped champagne into her slit, his cock on fire and his chest tightening painfully as droplets clung to the light covering of pussy hair. Lowering his head he pushed his tongue through dry lips toward the sweet nectar awaiting him. Like a man dying of thirst he licked her, enjoying the sexy rotation of her hips and the way she moaned softly as he continued to savor her own sweet flavor as it mingled with the champagne.
Fuck, he thought. A man could die happy.
She came, moaning his name over and over.
When the spasms died away and he felt her muscles go limp, he continued to feast himself on her sweet taste, taking his time to slowly savor her hot ripe flesh. She stretched beneath him, muttering those low sultry moans he loved so much until his only intention was to bring her up again.
The breath left his lungs as she shot up to sitting and pushed him onto his back. The remaining champagne in his glass spilled over and flowed onto his chest.
“Steady,” he said on a low laugh as she straddled him.
“Don’t tell me to be steady,” she said, grabbing his empty glass. “It’s your turn to do what I say.”
He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that, but since he was harder than steel and feeling hornier by the minute, he decided to play along. Only fair, seeing as she’d played along with what he’d wanted. “What do I have to do?” he asked, mimicking her earlier response to his demands.
She reached across and replaced his empty glass for her full one and held it over his chest. “You have to be a good boy and let me pour champagne all over your muscular chest.”
Tilting the glass as he had, she let the champagne fall.
Fuck.
Her hot tongue stroked over his nipples, down the center of his chest, around and into his navel. When she raised her head to look down at him, the sight of her full, wet mouth made his blood burn and race harder in his veins.
“Now you have to lie still and let me pour it over your hard, throbbing prick.” She smiled wickedly and tilted her glass until the champagne hovered dangerously at the lip of the glass. “Then you have to let me lick it off. Slowly.”
Fuck and double fuck.
As the chilled champagne hit his hot cock he sucked in a breath, losing his capacity to breathe entirely when her tongue began to torture him with long, slow slides along his hard length.
He squeezed his eyes shut as she took him fully into her mouth and began pumping him. In seconds he was on the edge. He made to grab for her hair, but she only tightened her mouth around him.
“Lissa…baby. You don’t have to—”
He felt the first pump of release into her hot mouth, the movement of her lips the sweetest suction urging him on. He came hard, clenching his jaw and tightening his hands into fists.
Her hair curtained his erection, the movement of her head slow and easy. As the last pulse of his orgasm subsided, he fell back against the mattress, his chest heaving, his ribcage aching from the effort to suck in air.
Slowly, she released him, the slide of her lips against his prick bringing forth one final jerk of his grateful cock.
She climbed up his body and lay beside him, her hand on his abdomen as her head lowered to his chest.
He wasn’t sure what to say. When a woman went down on him he always felt the moment called for an appreciative response. Yet with Lissa a simple thank you didn’t quite cut it. The woman had virtually blown his head off, made his body tremble and shake so hard that it still vibrated deep within his core.
“You haven’t said anything.” Lissa stroked across his abdomen, her voice soft, her tone unsure.
He wrapped his arm around her. “I’m still coming down from it.”
She looked up at him and he caressed the hair back from her forehead. For a strong woman she could appear vulnerable as hell at the oddest moments. Maybe that was why she could wrench stuff from him that no other woman had been able to do.
“You’re not angry?”
He raised his head and frowned down at her. “Why the hell would I be angry?”
“You never seemed to want me to do that before. You always pulled me away.”
Because with her it was too fucking intimate, he wanted to say. It was too easy to let her get too close. Sure, he’d had other women swallow him, but it had seemed an extension of what else they did in bed. With Lissa? It felt too damn easy, too natural. Too perfect.
The realization hit him with a jolt. Maybe that was why he hadn’t wanted her to go down on him all the way. Because it made things between them too intimate, going beyond the physical and into something else entirely. He’d been afraid of letting her get too close. Afraid of it mattering too much. Of her mattering too much.
Well, that was easily remedied. Didn’t they say that forewarned was forearmed?
“I didn’t pull you away that time, princess.” His grin was deliberately predatory, but his tone was casual, bordering on indifferent. “So, thanks.”
She flickered him a smile, but her eyes dulled. “You’re welcome.”
As she rested her head on his chest again, he congratulated himself for his change of tactic. It wouldn’t do for her to get the wrong idea. Things had gotten too intense. They both had to stop stressing out about the whole deal. He had to lighten things up.
Shifting her gently, he sat and retrieved their glasses. As he had before, he held them out to her and topped up their champagne. She took her glass and settled back against the pillows as Reed retrieved the chocolates. Selecting a dark round piece, he turned to her. “Open.”
When she did, he popped it into her mouth. As she chewed, she watched him.
Yeah, he thought as he selected another, the whole thing was getting way too serious. “Tomorrow, I need to take a look at your accounts,” he said as he fed her the chocolate. “Did you sort the receipts I asked you for?”
She swallowed the chocolate, held his gaze with a questioning look, and then nodded.
“Great. We’ll get started right away. The sooner we get that out of the way, the sooner we can get Jack to finalize the divorce papers.” He leaned down and kissed her. “Thanks again for doing this. You’ve really gotten me out of a hole.”