He blinked at her, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. Jillian paused as uncertainty flickered. Had she gone too far? Did it matter? She refused to chicken out. She wanted Lex. Not tomorrow. Not next month. Right now.
She wasn’t going to pretend to be something she was not either. She could clean up and act like a lady when need be, but in the privacy of her home, she stayed true to herself. She didn’t need to impress him. Theirs was a temporary arrangement. Even the sex might only last a few months before it got old. She’d seen enough trophy wives and marriages of conveniences in Hollywood to know the script. He’d go back to his favorite pastime—making more money—while she found a pool boy or a tennis instructor to relieve her of her boredom.
“Any objection?” she asked, starting to unbutton her shirt.
A smile curled his lips. “Not a single objection. I plan to fuck you hard and fast, then slow and gentle. The sky is the limit on orgasms.”
Jillian grinned. She walked backward, appreciating the image he made striding toward her as he toed off his shoes and yanked the tails of his shirt from his pants. She caught a glimpse of hard abs and dark hair disappearing under his pants and her breath caught. She couldn’t wait to feast on him.
She pulled off her shirt and turned to enter her bedroom with him right behind her. The decor she’d chosen for her house was contemporary—from black and white living room furniture and abstract paintings to the ultramodern kitchen. But her bedroom was her queen-dom. It was romantic and sensual. From the gold Indian silk duvet cover and the satin sheets under it to the dozen colorful, fluffy pillows propped along the headboard. The translucent white window covers threaded with gold matched the chenille rug by the fireplace. LED candles and the scent of freshly cut roses created the final touch.
Lex didn’t show any interest in the room, his eyes not leaving her. She removed her bra and stood naked waist up, her heart pounding. A moment of uncertainty returned and part of her wanted to cover her breasts, but she fisted her hands and waited. Her nipples pebbled under his heated gray eyes.
She’d had men stare at her with lust, but none ever affected her like this. He turned her on in ways she never knew possible. His shirt hung loose, the buttons undone, a glimpse of his powerful body teasing her. He was a big man, powerfully built, every muscle defined and molded. She wanted to rub her body against his, feel his muscles ripple under her palms, feel the weight of his body as he entered, filled, and stretched her.
Legs weak, she sat on the bed and unzipped her boots.
“Allow me,” Lex said, a gleam in his eyes. Taking one leg, he pulled the boot off, then the second one. “I’ve wanted to unwrap you since the first day we met,” he whispered, fingers hooking under her pants and thong and pulling them down.
He went down with them and knelt in front of her as he finished stripping her. His face was right by the joint between her legs, and all she could think about was his mouth on her. The wetness slipped onto her inner thighs.
~*~
The heat from her pussy made Lex’s mouth water. It was pink and plump, her wheat-colored bush trimmed so it was the barest patch of hair in the middle. The hair glistened with her juice, inviting him to touch and taste, and indulge himself to his heart’s content.
He looked up slowly, completely in awe of her beauty. Hips wide, stomach flat, she was in amazing shape without being skinny. Her breasts were perfect, the nipples pink against her skin. They begged to be sucked, but first things first.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. Jillian watched him from underneath her lashes, the look challenging and seductive. “Another finger fuck?” he said and watched her eyes widened. He leaned closer and blew on her mound. “Or should I just feast on you?”
She grinned. “All of it. I want it all.”
He nudged her until she plopped on the bed. He didn’t have to ask before she spread her thighs, her lips parting until he could see her clitoris peaking between them. It was moist and swollen. He stroked it with his right index finger, and a moan escaped her. His eyes found hers. She was watching him, her lips slightly parted, eyes glazed.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, the words part moan, part sigh.
“I love your pussy,” he said, sliding his index finger inside her. She released a shaky breath. “It’s plump. Wet. Perfect.” She wiggled against his hand, her muscles tightening as though to hold on to his finger. He blew on her heated nub, and she moaned. He knew what the cold did to heated flesh. If he had ice, he would have rubbed it on her, before replacing it with his mouth.
“Tell me how you like this.” He added his middle finger, pushing them in and out of her. She was wet, her powerful muscles clenching. He moved from the floor and joined her, kissing her lush lips. Gently at first, then deeply as his fingers continued to stroke her. She bucked and writhed, hands all over his body, gripping his head, trying to tug at his pants. He worked his way to her nipples and nuzzled the valley between them.
“Please,” she begged him, angling her body and offering him her breasts, but at the same time grinding against his fingers. He took a nipple between his teeth and bore down while laving the tip with his tongue. She nearly pushed him off her.
“Yes,” she urged him. “Just like that.”
He hated to let go of her perfect breasts but there would be time to devote to them later. She was close to coming again, and he wanted her to come in his mouth.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you,” he whispered, and lapped at her swollen clit.
Her thighs clenched and her hips lifted off the bed. He used the tip of his tongue to tease that sensitive nub. He spread her labia and blew on her swollen clitoris. She cried out this time.
“Do you know how you taste? Like nothing I’ve tasted before. Something to be savored slowly.”
She moaned and pushed her hips against his face. He knew what she wanted and he complied, using his tongue, lips, and teeth. She grasped the back of his head and pulled him closer.
“Yes, right there, Lex. Yes.”
He gripped her firm ass and focused on giving her the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Her scent, the taste of her, and the whimpering sounds egged him on. Her breathing grew raspy, her thighs gripping the sides of his head as her hands pulled on his hair. He didn’t feel pain. All he could hear, smell, or taste was her.
“Lex!” she wailed as her body convulsed.
He didn’t stop until her movements slowed down and his name was an echo in the room. She went limp, and he stood and stripped. Her eyes followed his every movement. They widened when his cock sprung free.
“Oh my,” she said, awe in her eyes.
“Standard equipment,” he mumbled.
“No,” she said and sat up. “It’s perfection. Long. Thick. Beautiful.” But she didn’t reach out for him. Instead, she stared at his cock like it was a work of art. At least she didn’t think he was a freak of nature.
Lex fisted his thick arousal and ran his hand up and down the shaft. “Do you want to touch it? See how it feels?”
Jillian nodded, her eyes followed his hand as he stroked himself. He stepped closer and she wrapped both of her hands around him, one closer to the base and the other above it. She pumped him, and he groaned, his stomach and butt muscles contracting.
She brushed her thumb over the sensitive tip, and he shuddered. Her hand on him felt so good. He was deliberately prolonging the foreplay to cool his blood, yet as she stroked him and watched him with those sexy eyes, he realized that letting her touch him was a bad idea.
“That’s enough,” he said in a hoarse voice.
The corner of her mouth lifted in a saucy smile, and his breath stalled in his chest. That smile had the power to do things to his insides that he still couldn’t explain.
“I’ve wanted to do this since we met,” she repeated his earlier words and claimed him. Those beautiful lips closed around his cock, her sexy mouth taking him all in. Her mouth was hot and s
lick.
“Oh… fuck.”
Lex ground his teeth and clenched his hands to keep from exploding in her mouth. She sucked and licked, teased the velvet top with her tongue. When it became unbearable, he eased his throbbing cock out of her mouth. She protested.
“But I want to—”
“Not yet,” he said, wrapping his large hands around her waist and shifting her to the middle of her bed. He loved what she’d done with the room. It was like a love nest.
He lowered himself beside her and kissed her, their tongues waltzing to a tune as old as heaven. He trailed kisses down her neck and took one rosy nipple into his mouth while he played with the tip of her other breast. She gasped and arched her back. The next second her hand left his head and moved over his shoulders. Hips lifted as she rubbed against him as though she craved skin contact.
Lex wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted. Spread her knees and take her hard and fast, but that would ruin everything. He wanted her to remember their first time. He reined in his needs and focused on discovering the texture of her skin. The taste of her nipples. The sensitive spots that made her purr or drove her wild. The sounds she made.
He slid a thigh between her legs and pinned her down as he explored her neck and breasts. Her nipples were sensitive, and her neck… He buried his face at the base and took nips. She shuddered, lifted her hips, and rubbed her swollen clit against his thigh. It wasn’t long before she cried out again as another orgasm hit her. She could come all night long and he’d never get tired of hearing her cry out as she fell apart.
Lex was raised to talk and act a certain way. His family was large and his elders had high expectations of him, and he’d delivered. His younger siblings emulated him. At work, at home, he had to be a perfect employer and son. The only time he was ever himself was in the confines of his home, in his bedroom. Then he played by his rules, bowing to no one and nothing.
Some women expected the same charm and refinement he portrayed in public and boardrooms and found his behavior in the bedroom barbaric, the dirty talk insulting, the games demeaning. They left his bed never to return. The curious ones soon realized what he could do with what nature had given him and wanted more. But never did he dream he’d find a woman who matched his sensuality like Jillian did.
He took one of the pillows and slid it underneath her perfect ass. Then he sat on his haunches and studied her. He burned the image of her creamy skin, her luscious curves, the sheer perfection of her pussy into his memory.
He wanted to eat her again, but... “Not a good idea.”
“What?” she whispered, her voice tinged with panic.
“Condom.”
Lex had never moved so fast. In seconds, he’d removed one from his wallet and was back kneeling between her legs, ripping the foil and sheathing his hard cock. His hand shook slightly, his eyes volleying between his throbbing erection and the glistening flesh waiting for him.
Kneeling between her legs, he angled the tip of his cock between her wet labia, then locked eyes with her. He wanted to see her expression as he slid inside her and made her his.
Supporting his weight on his elbows, he slid into her an inch at a time. Even dripping wet, she was tight, her powerful muscles hugging him. He fought for control as he pushed in gently. She jerked upward to meet him, gripping his ass to pull him in.
“Whoa, slow down—”
“I need to feel you inside me.” She raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and lifted her hips. He bore down, and she hissed as he became fully sheathed inside her slick heat. Her muscles convulsed around him as another orgasm rippled through her.
He gritted his teeth as her muscles contracted. He refused to let go. Not this soon. He needed to savor her, make her come again.
“That’s never happened before,” Jillian whispered, her eyes glazed as she searched his face. Lex closed his eyes tight, every muscle in his body taut with tension, but she was sucking him in. He wasn’t going to make it.
“I can’t stop,” she wailed like it was something terrible. She couldn’t be far from the truth. He fought for control and won.
“Don’t ever stop coming for me.” He pushed her legs up toward her shoulders, almost folding her into herself, lifted himself until he left her warmth, then plunged back inside her. Again and again, he withdrew and buried his throbbing cock inside her heat.
Jillian bucked wildly, thrusting against him, whimpering and shuddering with each stroke. Determined to prolong her orgasm, he slammed in and out of her like a deranged man. She cried out, and at first he thought he was being rough, but then he heard her.
“Yes, Lex. Faster. Fuck me, baby. Harder. Right there. Yes. Again. Again.”
Gripping her hips, he pounded into her, his heart drumming hard in his chest, sweat glistening on both their skin. Knowing his savagery heightened her pleasure was like a pure shot of adrenaline. She urged him on, screaming her pleasure, telling him how she liked it.
His chest hurting with his breath, he flipped her over, clasped her hips, and angled himself for maximum penetration. He entered her in one hard thrust, his hips locking with her shapely ass.
She didn’t cry out this time. He did.
She arched her back as he pumped into her, gripping her hips, moving her forward and backward to meet his thrusts. He reached down, cupped her breasts, and teased her nipples. She lowered her head and shoulders to the bed and her perfect, firm ass angled for his pleasure. The position was sexy and erotic for what he had in mind. Blood roaring in his ears, he took her like a maniac.
“Oh, yes, Lex. Oh, God, yes. You got it. Right there.”
Egged on by her enthusiasm and unadulterated response, nothing else mattered other than giving her one more orgasm and triggering his. The scent of sex hung in the air. The sounds of their coupling echoed around the room.
“Come with me, again, Jillian,” Lex whispered hoarsely. “Come with me.”
She let out a chain of curse words that would have stopped a sailor in his tracks as her movements became out of control. Then she went still as though she’d reached the eye of the storm. Lex couldn’t slow down. A tingle started at the base of his lower back and worked its way to his core. At the same time, the spasms started deep inside her. She became a vortex, clenching and sucking him into her body. As they both shuddered, his cock jerked and vibrated in her tight sheath. He threw his head back and shouted his release.
The explosion rocked his body, draining his energy and making his gut ache. He shuddered again, and Jillian echoed it as though she was an extension of him. They stayed locked in that position, neither willing to move.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice so hoarse he didn’t recognize it as his. Still, she didn’t speak.
He eased out of her and released his death grip on her waist. Jillian dropped on her stomach like a rag doll, her breathing harsh, her skin drenched with sweat. All he wanted to do was fall on top of her and never move again. But then he saw the marks he’d left on her skin.
Damn it. What had he done? He’d always been careful with women he’d slept with. Even though he liked variety in sex, sometimes gentle and other times rough, he always made sure he didn’t hurt his women. He should have been more careful with Jillian, too. He’d lost his head and marred her perfect skin.
“Jillian, I’m so sorry.”
She glanced at him with glassy eyes, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes focused, and she must have seen the remorse on his face. Without understanding it, she turned and lifted her arms to him. “Come here.”
He slid beside her and pulled her into his arms. She kissed his forehead, his cheek, kept going down, until her mouth reached him. A tremor coursed through Lex’s body. She gave him tiny, gentle kisses, comforting him without knowing why, until their hearts stopped racing and their breathing leveled.
“Why are you sorry?” Jillian asked.
“I was rough and left bruises on you,” he whispered.
She chuckled. “I bruise
easily. It’s nothing.”
“But you went still during the last orgasm. You just froze. I thought…”
“That you hurt me, I know,” she said, gently rubbing his chest. “No, Lex. You didn’t hurt me. You made me feel something I’d never felt before.”
He frowned, not sure whether this was good or bad. “What?”
“I’m not sure. It was, uh, nothing like I’ve ever felt before.”
That was good. He grinned. Then her knee moved and brushed against his flaccid cock. It stirred. Time for round two. “Where’s your bathroom?”
~*~
When Lex returned from the bathroom, Jillian rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She was sweaty and sticky, and needed a shower, but she couldn’t move if an earthquake ripped through her condo. Never had a man made her come so many times, each stronger than the one before it.
The things he did with his fingers, his mouth, and tongue. And the way he angled his hips so that amazing erection of his found her erogenous zone…
“You are very good at sex,” she said.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and sending shivers through her. “You were there with me all the way.”
He didn’t get it. She’d never had orgasms like that before. She’d had hot sex. Kinky sex. Quickies. But nothing compared to what he’d done to her. It was as though he had some secret knowledge of how a woman’s body worked. And watching him as he stroked his hard cock with no inhibition or awkwardness had sent a different kind of thrill through her. He’d looked wild, untamed. She never knew a woman could orgasm watching a man pleasure himself. She almost had.
She wanted to know how he liked it, so she could get pointers. And he’d been right on the dollar. She’d wanted to touch and taste him, the moment his erection had sprung free and jutted majestically from a tuff of dark hair. But more than that, she’d wanted to see what he looked like and the sounds he made when he came. She’d missed out on that tonight.
“Can I watch you masturbate next time?”
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