“Cherished. Safe. Turned on.” She shivered and arched her head back, all but begging him to shift his mouth to her throat. “Like you can fill up my empty places, and that’s before the sex starts.”
“I’d try.” He kissed the side of her neck, then parted his lips and repeated the caress, hot and wet.
Thought scattered, and she pressed her breasts against his chest with a sigh of pleasure.
“You do. You already do.”
Julio held both her wrists with one hand and slid his other down, under the hem of her shirt.
“Say it again.”
An order, for all its gentleness. She squirmed for a breathless moment in an attempt to urge his hand higher. “You get me so hot.”
The noise he made was half laugh, half groan. “You feel it, don’t you? We could stay like this, and it’d still be pretty damn fun.”
“What? Dry hump like teenagers?” She tried to sound outraged, but it was difficult with giddy laughter threatening to spill over. Fun—the one thing that had been missing from sex for so long, because it was harder to laugh with strangers. She rubbed up against him with a throaty moan before biting his chin. “Is all the squirming cranking your engine?”
Another groan. “Actually? You smell really, really good.”
She smelled like some off-brand bottle of travel-sized shampoo she’d found at the drugstore, and maybe strawberry bubble gum. Nothing fancy, nothing that should have put that glazed look in his eyes. Then again, the scent of his skin under the sweat and blood was just as intoxicating. “Pheromones,” she whispered against his jaw. “Lots and lots of pheromones.”
“Mmm.” His hand drifted higher, sliding up to the lacy edge of her bra, and she closed her eyes and focused on the soft drag of his fingertips across suddenly sensitive skin.
He was wrong about one thing. He might not be playing games, but this was play. The beautiful, perfect kind. Not about rules or roles or trying to fulfill someone else’s expectations, but slow exploration and laughter mixed with pleasure. She wasn’t a game to him, because sex was the game, and they were playing it together.
His fingers were still locked around both of her wrists, his hand large enough to cage her easily. She flexed and tugged against his grip solely for the rush of heat that followed.
Anticipation, tightening her nipples and making her so wet she was almost embarrassed. “You like tormenting me, don’t you?”
His palm covered her nipple through her bra, caressing in a slow, firm circle. “Why wouldn’t I like this?”
“I don’t—” The word caught on a whimper, one of helpless need. “More.” That was an easier word to say, and it encapsulated everything throbbing inside her. “More, more, please, Julio. I need more.”
“That’s it.” He dragged her shirt up with his teeth and watched her as he curled his fingers under the top edge of her bra cup.
She hissed in protest and ground up, rubbing against his erection as encouragement to go faster. “You could be inside me already. I’m so past ready, and wouldn’t this be more fun if you were already inside me?”
He smiled, slow and wicked. “Not fun enough for you like this, I guess.”
Too much fun, and perversely even more so when he denied her. The usual twinge of unease didn’t even accompany the thought—not when he was so smugly pleased with himself and her reactions. Maybe she was still a little bent, but he didn’t seem to care.
She wouldn’t care either. Instead she wiggled underneath him. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.
Maybe you should teach me a lesson.”
“Dirty.” They rolled, and she landed on top of him. “Why don’t you be in charge for a while?”
Sera laughed and shoved her hands under his shirt, pushing it up. “You think I don’t know the difference between being on top and being in charge?”
“Show me you do.” He grasped her hips and drew her into a smooth rock over him. “Take off your top.”
Crossing her arms over her body, she gathered up the hem and stripped the shirt over her head slowly enough to make it a striptease. “What else?”
Julio thrust up, and the hard line of his cock rubbed against her. “Your bra. Off.”
She held his gaze as she twisted her arms behind her back and undid each hook, knowing he’d hear the soft clicks. Slow and teasing, like she wasn’t five seconds from grinding her way to orgasm. The bra ended up on the floor, and she cupped her breasts without waiting for permission, eyes drifting half-shut as she pinched her sorely neglected nipples.
His hands slid over her skin as he slowly sat up and eased his tongue between her fingers. It rasped over her nipple, hot and wet, and he squeezed the fingers of her other hand tighter on her flesh.
“Oh, oh hell—” The duality of sensations made the room wobble. Rasping pleasure from his tongue on the left and a sweet edge of pain on the right as he pinched her own fingers until she moaned. She was panting before she realized it. Begging. “Take me. Take me, I don’t even care how, please, I want to be—” Yours.
He growled and popped the button off her shorts. “Naked.” Even as he breathed the command, he was arching up, digging his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.
It was the first time she’d thought about condoms, and that froze her in place for a heartbeat before lust overcame hesitation and she squirmed off his lap to shed her clothing. It didn’t matter if she hadn’t remembered—he had.
She kicked her shorts and panties off the bed, then gathered his shirt in her fists and finished the job the fight had started, tearing the fabric from his body.
Julio had already opened his pants, and his hands shook as he rolled the condom down over his cock. “Come here.”
For the first time she disobeyed. Instead of crawling over his lap she licked his newly bared shoulder, then trailed kisses down the flexing muscles in his upper arm. His erection was enormous—maybe not porn-star ridiculous, but thick enough that she might need to learn new oral-sex techniques.
If he’d let her get her mouth around him. Right now he was stroking his thumbs over her shoulders, and she knew he was ready to grasp tight at any moment and pull her back into his lap.
Shivering, she closed her teeth on his biceps.
He snarled her name and pulled her astride him, one hand splayed across her back. “I want you.”
“So take me.” She nuzzled his throat, shaking with the restraint it took not to lift her hips and drive down onto him. “Anything you want.”
He hissed in a breath as his cock rubbed against her, and he lifted her far enough to position himself. “Anything?” The muscles in his arms flexed, and he began to lower her slowly.
The sensation stole her breath. He was thick, all right, solid and wide and pushing into her as her body yielded in slow motion. “Anything,” she gasped, and tried to rock down faster, to end the torturous friction along neglected nerves with one rough thrust.
But he held her tight, his eyes drifting shut as his throat worked. “Slow.”
Sera whimpered and licked his lower lip. “Not that your ego needs any help, but you’re really damn big.”
“Too big?”
She laughed against his mouth. “No, you cocky bastard.” He surged an inch deeper, and she caught her breath and clutched at his shoulders. “Not for this, anyway.”
He growled and held her closer, pressing her chest to his. “You’re so wet.”
“Getting wetter every time you growl.” His open pants rubbed against her thighs as her hips settled against his, and the fabric made it even hotter. As if he needed her so hard, so crazy, that he couldn’t be bothered to undress.
He’d gotten her naked, though, and she liked that too. “This isn’t what I expected,” she whispered against his cheek. “I thought you’d bend me over and ride me like a Discovery Channel special.”