by Jaci Burton
She moved in and breached that last inch separating them, giving him her answer with a contented sigh into his open mouth. His lips were full and parted farther as she pressed her mouth over his.
Grace kept waiting for him to tighten his hold over her, to slam her into the wall or pull her skirt up to slide his hand over her pussy or throw her onto the bed so he could press into her. He did none of those things. Instead, he rubbed his hands over her back, massaging the muscles there in light circles, his mouth doing slow, gentle, magical things with his kiss.
He was tender, taking his time, enthralling her with a kiss unlike anything she could remember experiencing. Her sex life was about driving lust and hard passion—not this slow, exquisite seduction of her senses. The men she was used to taking to her bed gave her fast, intense fucks and quick orgasms—Mike didn’t seem to be in any hurry to touch her breasts or insinuate himself between her legs.
But she was pulsing everywhere. Her nipples were tight and hot and aching and her pussy quivered in anticipation.
And still, he kissed her, notching her arousal to a fevered frenzy. She clutched his arms and dug her nails in, licking at his tongue as he lazily continued mapping her body with caresses.
She finally couldn’t stand it and tore her mouth away. She leaned back and searched his face, confused by this languorous journey he was taking her on.
“Mike.”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?”
Now that she was arched backward in his arms, he swept his palm up her belly and ribs, letting his hand come to rest under her breast. Her heart pounded against his fingers. “I’m touching you. Do you know how good your body feels against my hand?”
“Uh, no.” But she knew how damn good it felt to be touched by him. So why was she about to complain? Because he wasn’t throwing her down and shoving his cock inside her? What was wrong with her?
“Relax, Grace. We have all night.”
She sucked in a breath. Relax. Right. She should do that. Stop thinking about past experiences and enjoy the journey.
But somewhere along the way she’d lost control of the situation. Mike had taken the reins and he was in charge now. Not that she was uncomfortable. Well, she was uncomfortable. Profoundly uncomfortable. But in an aroused, delicious, swept-away kind of way.
She gasped when he picked her up and cradled her against his chest. That she hadn’t expected. He made her feel fragile, womanly—cared for. As if she would break if he manhandled her too roughly. He carried her to the bed and deposited her in the center.
Now they were getting somewhere. Now they were getting to the disrobing, and inserting of peg A into slot B. The fun part. The part where she got to feel that huge cock of his in her pussy. The part where she came. And he came.
Except Mike wasn’t taking his clothes off. He didn’t remove his shirt and jeans, just kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, lying down on his side next to her. He palmed her neck and leaned over her, then started kissing her again, the same kind of oh-my-God intense, slow, incredibly soft kisses that made her insides turn to melted butter. The kind of kisses that made her think about jumping on top of him, unzipping his pants and impaling herself on his cock, then rubbing her clit against his hard flesh until she screamed.
She whimpered against his lips and started a half turn so she could grab him and inch closer, but he planted his hand on her belly and kept her pinned on her back.
“Stay there. I want to undress you.”
Used to being more of a participant in sex, she plucked at his fingers. Mike laughed and held his hand firmly on her stomach. “Grace. Let me.”
His deep voice was a command, not a request. She stopped struggling, giving herself up to the sensation of his hand gliding along her hip. He bunched the material of her skirt in his hand and pulled, raising her dress. Cool air breezed across her skin. She shivered at the dark look in his eyes as her flesh was revealed—first her thighs, then the panties covering her sex.
Once again he surprised her. He looked hungry, his jaw clenched tight like an animal ready to pounce. She thought he’d touch her pussy. He didn’t. Just raised her dress and stared at her body, then looked at her face and kissed her again, taking her to that blissful place that was both agony and ecstasy. She felt his hand at her chest, undoing the buttons of her blouse. Slow, unbearably slow, he unbuttoned her, then pulled aside the silk, baring her breasts. She wore only an underwire bra, but no cups.
“Damn, that’s sexy.” His warm breath sailed across her breast, puckering her nipple.
She shuddered, then cried out when he covered the bud with his lips, sucking the tip between his teeth. With a gentle tug, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, then bathed it with his tongue. Over and over again, like his kisses, loving her nipple, then covering her breast with his hand.
Grace had very small breasts—not the kind men usually went crazy over. But Mike was paying very thorough attention to them. He took her to the peak of torment by licking and sucking one, then did the same thing to the other, his dark head bent over her as he focused his attention on each nipple until she arched her back to feed them to him.
When he finally raised his head, she lifted herself up on her elbows, both her nipples erect, wet points, aching with pleasurable tenderness. Her pussy was wet and throbbing and she hoped he planned to fuck her soon because she was about to self combust.
“I want you naked,” was all he said, his lips curling in a hint of a smile.
He lifted her and pulled her blouse off, unhooked her bra and tossed both garments onto a nearby chair. Then he pushed her back onto the mattress and slipped his hand under her to pull her skirt off, taking his time to draw the silk down her legs. He followed the fabric, moving between her legs and spreading them, then staring at her again.
Still, he was fully clothed and she wore only her black panties.
“You have an incredibly beautiful body.”
“Thank you.” For heaven’s sake, she was blushing! She felt the heat creep into her face and couldn’t believe it. She never blushed. Though she hardly considered herself gorgeous, she knew she had pretty hair and unusual violet eyes, which more than made up for her small breasts and lack of curves. She’d long ago accepted that she wasn’t hideous but she was no raving beauty. Yet, the way Mike looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And that was an incredibly heady feeling.
“I’ll bet your pussy is as pretty as the rest of you.” He slipped his fingers under the skimpy strings at her hips and drew the panties down, but only part way. She lifted, wanting to help him, willing to do anything to get naked, then to get him naked, but he was bound and determined, obviously, to do this his way. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hipbone.
Could a woman die from arousal? From an overabundance of stimulation? Because it was happening. His mouth was…right there…so close and yet he was teasing her with soft kisses to her belly, her hips, dragging her panties down an inch at a time.
“Mike, please.” She couldn’t breathe. She was getting light-headed. She wished she was stronger because she swore she’d flip him onto his back and rape him at this point. A quick glance between his legs told her his erection was still there. Oh, man, was it still there.
“Please what, darlin’?”
His words, mumbled against her inner thigh. So close she could feel his breath at her pussy. So close, if he flicked his tongue out he’d touch her there. She’d go off in a heartbeat if he did.
She couldn’t even answer him. He knew what she wanted, what she was asking for. She didn’t have to tell him.
“God, you smell good,” he said, taking her panties down another inch.
She was dying. Really dying this time, because he kissed right above her sex, and she prayed he was going to move down, follow the trail of her panties.
“Why are you doing this?” She didn’t realize until he stilled that she’d said the words aloud.
“
Because you deserve it.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or not, because at the moment she felt tortured, as if she were enduring some kind of punishment. Was he doing this because she’d teased him by touching herself and not letting him see?
Or was she just so lost in desire she was no longer rational?
Honestly, she didn’t know.
But when she felt cool air waft across her clit, she no longer cared. She was bare, and he was pulling her panties down, leaving them at her thighs, but that was fine. Her sex was naked and his mouth was there—right there, and her gaze was riveted as he pressed a kiss to her pussy. Her clit quivered, her sex on fire as she poised, waited and watched.
Then his mouth covered her clit and she couldn’t help the strangled cry that fell from her lips. She’d never felt anything so good.
He sucked her clit and licked it at the same time, rolling his tongue over the throbbing bud with a wet heat that sent her skyrocketing into orgasm. Her eyes widened and she gasped, shocked at the lightning bolt zapping her insides into molten lava. How could he do this to her? How could he make her feel this crashing pleasure with soft kisses and gentle tugs on her clit? It never happened like this. But, oh God, it was happening now.
She came fast. Her climax caught her unprepared and she grabbed on to his hair and pulled him against her, lifting her hips and letting out moans she couldn’t control. He moved down to suck at her pussy, sliding his tongue inside to lap at the juices that seeped from her. Pulses quivered inside her long after that initial rush. She didn’t even have time to come down from that first orgasm before he had her heated up and climbing again, his tongue like liquid heat and moving all over her, lapping her up from one end to the other.
He was a magic man, a sorcerer, and she gave herself up to him, relaxing the tension that had taken hold of her, letting the questions about him, about herself, fly away. She was going to have what she wanted with Mike tonight, and not think about anything else.
“Again,” she begged, lifting her hips, demanding more of his mouth against her, his tongue pleasuring her.
But she didn’t just get his mouth. She felt his fingers along her pussy lips and then inside her. One, then two. Not hard, but gentle, sliding inside her with a soft, rhythmic motion as he sucked her clit.
Yeah, he was magic all right. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations, letting him lead her to a shuddering climax again. When she went, her pussy gripped his fingers in a tight vise and she rocked against them, unabashedly enjoying the place he’d taken her to.
Grace couldn’t wait to take his thick cock inside her.
She was ready to be fucked.
FIVE
Restraint wasn’t a big word in Mike’s vocabulary. Nor was it something he’d ever consider a huge turn-on, unless it meant silk scarves used to tie a woman to his bed while he pleasured her.
But restraining his baser urges and focusing his attention on making sex good for Grace was more arousing than he imagined.
From the moment she let him into her bedroom, he’d wanted to strip her and fuck her. But he knew, just knew, that’s what every guy did to her. And he didn’t want to be like the other guys. He didn’t want to toss her on the bed, raise her skirt and drive his cock hard inside her. Well, he did. He really did. But something stopped him.
Why her pleasure was suddenly more important than his own was a freaking mystery he wasn’t about to delve into tonight. Poking at his psyche wasn’t his favorite pastime. In fact, he typically avoided it like a plague.
But her response was an incredible reward. He’d never been so invested in a woman’s orgasm like he’d been in Grace’s. Hearing her, feeling her, tasting her, had made him harder than watching her masturbate. It had spurred him on to take her there again and again. And now she was spread out before him, ready for more.
If he had to wait one more minute to be inside her he was going to explode. He jumped off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, then yanked the zipper of his jeans down. The way she watched him made his cock press up against the already too-tight denim, made it hard to jerk them down over his erection. It sprang out, hot and hard and pointing right at her. Her eyes widened, like most women’s did when faced with the size of him.
She was so tiny. Could she take him? God, he hoped so. If she backed away now he might actually break down and cry like a baby. He’d been hard for more than an hour and his balls were drawn tight and ready to explode. He crawled up beside her, staying on his knees, waiting for her reaction.
She sat up and wrapped both hands around him. He sucked in a breath as she stroked him, the softness of her palms like a balm to his tortured flesh. Her hands were so small, just like the rest of her. She made him feel like a giant.
Yet she knew what she was doing, rolling her hands over each other, squeezing the wide crest of his dick, then gliding her thumb across it in such a gentle way it made him shudder. Drops of pearly liquid oozed from the tip and she played with them, sliding her fingers through the silken fluid. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and tasted him, making a sound of contentment in the back of her throat that nearly caused him to erupt in her hand.
He pulled her hands away, had to stop her before he finished right there, just like that, with her touching him as if she were worshipping an idol.
He leaned onto the floor and grabbed for a condom package out of his jeans, tearing it open and taking care of business. She was waiting for him, feet planted on the bed and legs parted.
She had the prettiest damn pussy he’d ever seen. Bare, smooth as the silk she’d been wearing. He wanted to bend down and taste her again, but the need to be inside her outweighed the urge to suck on her clit until she screamed for him again.
Now he had to force himself to hold back, to take it slow, so he didn’t hurt her. No acrobatics, no slamming into her, no acting like all those men she’d had before.
As much as he was aching, this was for Grace.
He pressed down on top of her, careful to keep his weight off her slender frame. His cock nestled along her bare sex, his balls riding in the cleft of her pussy. He surged forward, wanting to tease her a bit, to make sure she was fully ready for him before he filled her.
He took her mouth. Could he ever get enough of the taste of her? The brandy lingered, spicy and hot on her mouth. He sucked her tongue, then licked the soft velvet recesses until she whimpered, arching against him in a wordless plea.
Oh, he liked that. Her begging for his cock. He liked her wanting it as much as he did.
She pulled her lips away and leaned back, searching his face, her eyes drugged with passion.
“Mike.”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”
She gripped his arms, raking her nails down his skin. Dug them into his flesh. It felt good, gave him chills. The kind that made his cock lurch forward against her. She let out a gasp and surged up, trying to capture his dick.
“Yeah, I think we have waited long enough.” Though he’d damn well enjoyed the tease. More than he’d ever thought possible. He lifted, positioned his cock head between her pussy lips and pushed in, just a little, watching for signs that it was too much for her. She sucked him in like a vortex of wet heat. Too good. Too damn good.
“More,” she said, her breath warm against his cheek. He turned to her, watching her eyes, looking for hesitation, for anything that would tell him this wasn’t what she wanted. All he saw was glittering desire and need.
He drove forward another inch, feeling her pussy lips spread, her body a heated welcome. God, she was so fucking tight, squeezing him past the point of endurance. Sweat broke out on his brow as he surged farther and her cunt pulsed around him, wetness seeping from her and onto his thighs. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust.
Grace frowned, pulling at him. “Stop that.”
He knew it, knew he was going to be too big for her. He started to withdraw, but she dug her n
ails into his forearm.
“Don’t you dare pull out,” she said.
“You told me to stop.”
With a disgusted sigh, she said, “Stop going so slow. I’m not going to break.”
“I’m big.”
“I noticed.”
He felt the pulses of her pussy in response.
“I can handle you.”
With a low growl, he let loose the last of his restraint and thrust forward. She was right. She was wet and more than able to take all of him.
She moaned, lifted, her pussy gripping him so tight he knew he wasn’t going to last long. And for a man who prided himself on control, that was a damn hard truth to admit to himself. But he’d held out as long as he could; his balls ached, filled with come and ready to erupt. Grace’s pussy was small and tight and with every thrust it clenched his cock in a stranglehold of sensation, her whimpers and moans increasing in intensity, demanding he give her more.
Still, he made love to her slow and easy, kissing her while he fucked her, licking at her tongue as he rubbed the tight little bud of her clit with the top of his dick. She was going to get off again before he let go, no matter what kind of agony it cost him.
She whimpered again, the begging little sound driving into his brain and making his cock harden more. He pumped long, even strokes into her, stilling to feel her quiver around him, then moved again. She tore her mouth from his and panted.
“Goddamn you, Mike, don’t do this to me.”
He smiled, kissed his way down her jaw and along her neck, licking at the pulse point there while he gathered her ass cheeks in his hands to draw her closer, wanting her clit tight up against his body while he rocked against her. He wasn’t going to answer her—he knew what she needed.
“Oh God, yes,” she said, her voice deep and gravely as she matched each thrust with raised hips and her nails along his back.
He lifted his head and looked at her, wanting to watch her when she came. Surprisingly, her eyes were open, too, the purple so dark it was almost black.