by Lucy Monroe
He shouted while she swirled her tongue over his essence, reveling in the flavor that was unique to him alone. His hand clamped in her hair and he thrust upward. She let him press himself farther into her mouth, not caring when he hit the back of her throat. But he felt it and pulled back, muttering a desperate apology while his hand fell away to fist against the comforter.
He was out of control. If he wasn’t restrained, he’d have her under him or pulled on top of him in a heartbeat. That certainty pushed her own arousal higher until she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. One touch, delivered right, and she would go over, but she was careful not to give herself the stimulation. She needed it to come from him.
She pulled her mouth away with a pop and scrambled across the bed to the nightstand. She yanked the drawer open and scrabbled for a condom before returning to him and ripping the packet open. She put it on him carefully, her hands shaking so much she was afraid she was going to tear it. But she didn’t and he urged her on with guttural pleas and compliments.
When she was done, she straddled him, but held herself above his rock hard erection. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
“Enough?”
His free hand clamped her thigh and he tugged, but she managed to stay up on her haunches.
“Enough?” she demanded again.
“Too much,” he bit back.
Then she slid down onto him, pressing his head into her opening and immediately rocking for deeper penetration. But he was big and she was swollen, more swollen than she’d ever been. It wasn’t easy. She was wetter than she’d ever been, too, and that helped, but she felt stretched and filled and he wasn’t even all the way inside yet.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, baby…that’s so good.” He thrust upward, pushing himself deeper inside and putting her so-called dominance into question.
And again…she loved it. She’d known it would be like this. He was everything she had wanted. A man who was strong enough to allow her to bind him, to touch him, to tease and torment him, but too strong to be dominated by her. No matter what the circumstances.
But she wasn’t about to cede all control to him. She continued her rocking movements until he was seated fully inside her and then she stopped, adjusting to the fullness, to sensitive tissues stretched to capacity.
“Don’t stop, baby,” he pleaded.
“It’s so much,” she gasped.
“But not too much. You can handle me, Beth.”
“Yes.” She was determined to, but she felt like she was going to die from pleasure. Her body demanded more and she started to move, riding him, finding a rhythm and angle that maximized stimulation to her clitoris.
“That’s right, Beth. Just like that. Ride me hard!” He bucked under her, forcing her to match their body movements to stay seated.
And she did ride him hard, letting his penis pound into her with passionate force.
His free hand was all over her, touching her, urging her on and she didn’t mind because he made her feel so good. The pleasure was building inside, sharp and urgent. Their bodies were both covered by a sheen of sweat and both their breathing was labored.
“Come with me, Ethan,” she demanded. “I want to feel you lose control. Come with me now!”
And he did. They climaxed together, his pulses feeding her convulsions and her inner muscles milking him to greater heights until they both cried out and collapsed from the surfeit of pleasure.
His chest moved with laborious breaths and she thought she must be heavy…should probably help him dispose of the condom…but she couldn’t make herself move. His body stretched under hers and all she could think was that felt nice. Then both his hands were free to rub her back and cuddle her close.
“Should undo your ankles,” she slurred against his chest.
“In a minute, Sunshine. For now…just let me bask.”
“Bask?” she asked drowsily.
“In pleasure. It was so damn good.”
“Yes.”
Chapter 12
Ethan gently rolled Beth off of him, not sure if she was asleep or awake. Her body was draped over him in boneless abandon.
She blinked up at him, her sherry-brown eyes drowsy. “Going somewhere?”
“Condom.”
“Oh.” Her eyes slid shut and she curled onto her side, facing him, one arm under her head. “’sokay.”
He smiled and reached for his ankle. It wasn’t easy to undo the tie from that angle, but he managed it. It was a lot simpler to do the other one once he had more freedom of mobility.
Had she gotten what she needed from tying him to the bed? He didn’t figure she would have fantasized so much about him being her bound lover if she’d truly wanted to dominate. But even so, he’d pushed for her to lose her control. It wasn’t hard, she responded to him more intensely than any lover he’d ever had.
He couldn’t help wondering how deep the pleasure could go if he tied her to the bed. But she would be no more helpless than he. Because his body reacted to hers like a power supply to electricity. She turned him on with the first connection.
He took care of the condom and then eyed his big clawfooted tub with interest. They would both sleep better if they washed the sweat from their lovemaking off. Besides soaking in the porcelain monstrosity with Beth sounded like a heck of a lot more fun than going straight to sleep.
He ran the bath, dumping some stuff in the water that made it smell okay and feel silky. Women liked that kind of thing. His sister had given it to him as a gift and told him to use it when his muscles were aching from a tough workout or competition. It didn’t smell girly, so he’d agreed, but he’d never actually used it. Until now.
It was just the kind of thing his Beth would appreciate. She was a very sensual woman. He wondered if she even realized how much. Her own sexuality seemed to surprise her sometimes.
He left the tub filling and went back into the bedroom to get Beth.
She was still curled up on her side, totally naked. He’d taken the bedding off before lying down and she didn’t have so much as a sheet to cover her. She was gorgeous. Sweet, feminine curves that were different than his usual lover. Beth was neither an agent, nor an extreme sportswoman.
She worked out with her tae kwon do and her body was toned, but it wasn’t reed thin or bulked out like some women who lifted weights. The curve of her tummy and breasts were intensely feminine and excited him in a way that the ultrahoned women who usually populated his world had not in a long time.
This woman was all that made the female of their species unique and damned if that didn’t turn him on beyond reason.
He leaned one knee on the bed and reached for her.
Her eyes opened and surveyed him with curiosity. “All done?”
“Yeah, but I thought we could take a bath.” He hooked one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees. “All right?”
“Yes.”
He liked that sweet acquiescence. Too much. He lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. The tub was as high as it needed to be, so he turned the water off and then stepped into blue tinted depths with her still in his arms.
She moaned as he settled her on his lap, the silky, hot water lapping around them. “This feels sooooo good.”
“You like baths?”
“I love them, especially in really hot water.” She leaned back against his chest, settling farther into the water. “I’ve never taken a bath with a man though.”
“You never tied one up before either. I guess tonight is your night for firsts.”
“Yes, it is.” She paused for a second, scooping water and pouring it over her shoulders and chest. “Do you mind?”
“What exactly?”
“That I’m not very experienced,” she said hesitantly, turning her head so she could meet his gaze, her dark eyes serious and concerned. “That I have slightly kinky tastes in sex.”
He almost laughed, but he didn’t want to hurt the little darling’s feelings. Only how cou
ld she be uncertain after the sex they’d just had? “You are incredible in the sack, baby. I don’t mind anything about you. I enjoyed your slightly kinky tastes, or didn’t you notice?”
She blushed right down to her still-engorged nipples.
Then he did laugh. He couldn’t hold it back.
Sitting up, she smacked his shoulder with her fist and pouted. “What do you think is so funny?”
It was the cutest pout he’d ever seen, her full lower lip protruding just enough to tempt him to bite it.
“You’re blushing because I said you’re good in the sack after tying me to the bed and shamelessly pleasuring yourself on my body. Would the real Beth Whitney please stand up?”
She pouted some more and his dick reacted like she’d offered him the blow job he’d demanded earlier…and had given up in favor of watching her touch herself. “I think she’s emerging now, but I have no intention of standing up. This water feels too nice.”
He gripped her hips and pulled her so that she was nestled right against his growing hard-on. “You feel nice.”
Her eyes grew wide. “What are you, the Energizer Bunny?”
“A certain pouty woman has this effect on me.”
“I do not pout.”
He laughed and leaned forward to nip her protruding lower lip. “Don’t you?”
She gasped and he kissed her, taking full advantage and sweeping her sweet interior with his tongue. She was still for a second and then responded with all the fire he’d learned she had locked inside of her. Tangling her tongue with his, she collapsed against him, her soft breasts pillowing against his chest. It felt great. Hell, everything with her felt too damned good.
She was straddling him and rubbing herself against his now straining erection before he realized what was happening.
“This is dangerous, baby,” he said against her mouth.
“D-dangerous?” she asked in a dazed voice that hardened his cock further.
“I didn’t bring a condom in here.”
“Would it stay on…in the water?”
“Yeah, but I have to put it on when I’m dry.”
“Oh.” She kissed him and then sighed. “I guess we’d better get out.”
He held her to him. “Or we could touch each other.”
“In the water?” she asked, sounding both intrigued and slightly appalled. “Won’t that be messy?”
“We can shower after.”
She rubbed herself up and down his length. “Okay.”
“Not like this.” She was too close. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he seriously doubted his ability to control his urge to slip inside a woman if they kept doing what they were doing. “With our hands.”
She stopped moving and sat up again, pressing her silky, swollen flesh against his erection and making him groan. “I want to touch you first.”
“Okay.”
She grinned. “I like it when you’re so accommodating.”
“You’re going to love it when I really accommodate you.”
She wrapped her fingers around him and his mind blanked. For a woman who didn’t have a lot of experience, she certainly knew how to touch a man. She used both her hands and gave extra attention to the ultrasensitive skin on his head. It usually took him longer to come with a hand job, but it didn’t feel like any time at all before he felt the pressure building at the base of his cock.
He rocked and urged her on with guttural demands she seemed only too happy to obey. His climax had him arching up and sloshing water out of the tub, while she caressed him until the pleasure was so intense, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He pushed her hands away with a jerky movement. “Too much.”
“You’re crying uncle?”
“If you don’t stop touching me, I’ll be crying, period.”
“Wow.”
That was not the word he had been thinking. This woman got to him in ways that made him uncomfortable. He had thought just touching each other would be less intense than actually making love. He’d been wrong. He felt like she’d turned him inside out and now he was about to return the favor.
He pulled her around so she was straddling his hips but facing away from him, his still sensitive and semi-erect flesh nestled against her backside. “Now, it’s my turn.”
“How do you have the energy?”
Had she thought he would let her get him off and then call it a night? That was not his way. When it came to sex, Ethan took the game of one-upmanship very seriously. He liked knowing he’d wowed his partner…and not with his response.
“When it comes to touching you, I’ll always have it.”
“That’s sweet.”
Ethan had been called many things by his lovers, but sweet wasn’t one of them and he wasn’t sure he liked it coming from Beth. It made him sound safe and he was not a safe man. She ought to know that. “I’ll show you sweet.”
He touched her all over in ways he knew would please her, reveling in the way her resilient curves felt against his exploring fingers. He played with her breasts and nipples until they were hard and so sensitive she jerked every time the pad of his thumb slid over one. Then he played with her belly, exploring her belly button and the soft flesh just above her mound. She moaned and moved against him, but while he touched her inner thighs and the area all around her sex, he kept back from touching her there.
She begged him to touch her intimately and he brushed his fingertips lightly over her hair, making her body spasm with need. He didn’t delve between her lips though, but he kept her on the edge, building her excitement higher and higher. She grabbed his wrist and tried to force his hand closer, but he hadn’t worked on resistance weights for nothing.
He refused to budge, using her momentum to move his hand to her inner thigh again where he drew circles and kneaded her flesh until she was moaning and thrashing in the water. It wasn’t enough though. He wanted her to plead and she did.
“Please, Ethan, touch my clitoris. I’m so close!”
When his fingers finally dipped between her legs while his other hand tugged on an engorged nipple, he was fairly certain she wasn’t thinking he was all that sweet anymore.
She gave a keening cry and bucked in his arms. He swirled his fingertip over and around her swollen clitoris, then slid down into her silky wetness. Her inner muscles clenched as tight as a vice on his fingers and he remembered how incredibly snug she’d felt around his dick. She moved on him, riding his fingers like they were something more and moaning out her pleasure.
“Come for me, Beth. Come for me, now.” He pressed the heel of his hand to her sweet spot and brought her to orgasm.
She screamed out his name as she strained against him, but he didn’t stop and she launched into another immediate climax as the first was still waning. This time she sat straight up, straining against his hold and sending more water cascading over the sides of the tub as she screamed out an animal-like cry that went on and on and on.
The woman was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen…or touched. Her cry finally settled to a whimper while she moved restlessly as if trying to minimize her sensitivity to his touch.
Finally, she collapsed back against him as her body went boneless and her breaths came in sobbing gasps. “Too good. Too much.”
He immediately gentled his touch to a soothing motion, rather than one meant to incite more passion.
“You crying uncle?” he threw her words back at her, smiling at the way she rubbed her head against his chest as if seeking comfort from the cataclysm he’d put her through.
“Juss…cryin’,” she slurred.
And with alarm, he realized she was. He turned her against him, tucking one arm around her, the other rubbing frantically at her back. “It’s okay, Sunshine. Hush. Don’t cry.”
“’sokay. I know, but too good.” She hiccupped a little and rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Do it again later.”
He said nothing, but something strange happened inside him in resp
onse to her crying after climaxing. He’d heard about that kind of thing, but he didn’t get deeply emotional with his lovers and had never experienced it. He and Beth weren’t into heavy emotion here either, but their sexual response to each other was out of this world.
And that’s all it was. Too much pleasure and she’d reacted with tears. Nothing big or earth shaking in that.
Right. Now, they’d better shower so they could get to bed before they drowned.
She wasn’t cooperative about taking a shower and groused when he made her stand up. Instead of annoying him, her crankiness charmed him and he shook his head at himself. Cranky women were not appealing, but Beth was different. She was just so darn cute, the way she grumbled and pouted and leaned against him like she couldn’t be expected to stand on her own.
He managed to get the tub drained, their bodies washed and dried, her back in bed, and the water mess on the tile floor wiped up before falling in bed beside her, exhausted.
He didn’t fall asleep right away though. He was totally wiped, but his mind could not let go of how out of control he’d felt with Beth in the bathtub. It should have been a pleasant way to end their lovemaking session, not something that had been close to soul shattering.
He was thirty-two years old. Beth was right when she said he had more sexual experience than her. A lot more. He wasn’t suicidal—he didn’t sleep with anything willing in a skirt—but he’d had sex partners who were more sophisticated, more knowledgeable about what turned a man on; and were more willing to use that knowledge than his little Sunshine. But not one of those women seduced his senses the way that she did.
He had never even come close to losing his control with another woman. He’d never forgotten the condom or doubted his ability to withstand temptation, no matter how alluringly packaged. But he’d been positive that if she tried to get them off by rubbing herself along his cock that he’d end up inside her. The knowledge was far from pleasant.
What was so different about her?
It had to be her innocence…her emerging sensuality…the seductress that shone forth from her soft brown eyes. The sex had been so intense because they’d been living out her fantasies. Beth wasn’t the first woman who had told him that he starred in her most private dreams, but she was the first one who had exploded all over him with an excess of passion that came from not living those fantasies out with anyone else. Ever.