“I usually do,” she managed breathlessly, then arched her back so she could brush her nipples against his parted lips. “Besides, you and me, and having sex while we’re together, is the perfect friends-with-benefits arrangement.”
“Mmmm.” He brought his hands up to palm both mounds of flesh, then dragged the flat of his tongue lazily along the curve of one breast, then the other, avoiding what she wanted the most.
“Is that what you’re proposing?” he murmured as he flicked his tongue across her engorged nipples-a fleeting caress that only heightened her desire.
“Absolutely,” she whispered, and squirmed shamelessly on his lap, every inch of her on fire from his slow-as-molasses seduction. Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t bear any more torment, he took her nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucked.
Her entire body shuddered, and her breasts swelled even more as he drew on the distended tips. Oh, yes… “Just hot sex and pure pleasure between two friends, without any messy emotions to complicate things.” Pushing her fingers through his still-damp hair, she held him to her breast, fearing he’d pull away before she was ready to let him go. “It’s a dream arrangement for most guys. Are you up for it, Fox?”
“Depends.” His lips, teeth, and lascivious tongue continued to kiss, nibble, and lave her flesh as he talked. “Are you always going to want to be on top?”
The humor in his question made her grin. “It works for me.”
He dropped his hands to her thighs and smoothed them upward, until his thumbs slipped beneath her flimsy shorts and sought more intimate places. He stroked across the damp silk panel covering her mons, before adding a subtle pressure that had her hips jerking against his with the need to feel a deeper, more illicit kind of touch.
“Yeah, but there are things I want to do to you that I can’t with you sitting on my lap,” he murmured.
A wealth of erotic images tumbled through her mind, adding to the arousal he was building inside her with his mouth against her breasts, and his fingers sliding along the weeping folds of her sex. “Good stuff, I hope.”
“Yeah, really good stuff,” he promised.
Unable to resist, she pulled his head back and stared into his dark eyes. “Show me,” she dared.
A slow, wicked grin curved his lips right before he gently tumbled her onto her back. Instead of moving over her as she expected, he removed her shorts and panties, then pressed her knees wide open and settled between. She closed her eyes, feeling the brush of his hair against her skin, the rasp of stubble on his jaw, the warmth of his breath as he leisurely licked first one thigh, then the other, making her quiver with anticipation. Gradually, he kissed his way closer to where she was dying for him to touch her, where she was already slick and hot and wanting.
And then the shocking heat of his mouth was on her, so stunningly adept, so amazingly good. Her back arched as his tongue slid over the achingly sensitive point of her clitoris-stroking, suckling, each seductive caress sending a pulse of arousal spiking through her veins. He eased one long finger deep inside her, added a second, and she moaned helplessly as the tension in her belly, and lower, wound tighter and tighter toward release.
He pushed her higher, and she curled her fingers into the comforter to ground herself just as a tidal wave of an orgasm tore a strangled grasp from her throat and shook her to the core. The onslaught of pure ecstasy overwhelmed her senses, leaving her stunned and spent, yet craving so much more.
As her climax ebbed, he buried his face against her stomach, then suddenly swore in frustration, pulling her down from the hazy cloud of bliss where she’d been floating.
She couldn’t begin to imagine what was wrong, especially since she wasn’t close to being done with him. “Is everything okay?”
He lifted his head from her still-quivering belly, his eyes smoldering with raw hunger. All for her . “As badly as I want to be inside you, I don’t have any condoms with me.”
Relieved that she’d be able to ease his worry, she trailed her fingers along the taut line of his jaw and smiled. “You don’t need any. I have an IUD, so I’m protected. And healthy,” she added, just in case that was a concern.
“Me, too,” he said, then slid off the mattress to stand at the foot of the high bed.
Her first thought was that he was leaving her even though she’d just issued him a very open invitation, and a surge of confusion washed over her. “What are you doing?”
He shucked his boxer shorts, and despite having seen him naked before, her mouth went dry at the sight of just how hard and thick that virile part of his anatomy was.
She was wrong, thank God. He wasn’t going anywhere, and that incorrigible male grin, combined with the eager way he reached up to grab her hips, then dragged her down to join him, confirmed the fact. With her bottom positioned on the edge of the mattress, he hooked her knees over his arms, holding her thighs apart and giving him complete control of the situation.
Not to mention an unobstructed view of her sex, which he seemed to thoroughly appreciate and enjoy.
“You’re not the only one with a favorite position,” he said, before taking his cock in hand and rubbing the broad head along the slippery cleft between her legs.
Each brush of the smooth crest against her tender flesh stirred her desire all over again, bringing nerve endings back to life and making her impatient to feel him thrusting deep inside her. Yet he took his sweet ol’ time getting there, using nothing more than the light pressure of his shaft to tease and dip and slide-until her hips were straining toward him and she was begging him to fill her.
Looking immensely pleased with her reaction, along with the fact that she had no choice but to let him set the pace, he tightened his hold on her legs, pulled her closer, and fitted his erection snug against her slick opening. But instead of the fierce, hard thrust her body ultimately craved, he pushed into her oh-so-slowly, his hot gaze watching as her body took him inch by excruciating inch. When he was buried to the root, he closed his eyes, dropped his head back, and groaned, seemingly savoring the sensation of being clasped in her tight, silky heat.
How could he not move when she was aching for him to take her hard and fast? Needing more, she grabbed handfuls of the comforter and squirmed restlessly against him, wishing she could wrap her legs around his hips and force him to plunge deeper. “Nathan, please .”
He opened his eyes and smiled down at her, a sinful gleam in his gaze. “I’m getting there, sweetheart,” he drawled. “You’re in way too much of a rush.”
When he started to move, it was with slow, precise strokes designed to make her wild with desire-and his tactics worked like a charm. His hands slid down her thighs, still holding them apart for his viewing pleasure as he pumped leisurely inside her, the muscles across his stomach flexing with each disciplined thrust. His thumbs brushed lightly across the lips of her sex, tracing the damp folds with a teasing caress that rekindled the throb of a distant orgasm, but did nothing to assuage the growing, desperate ache within her.
Wanting to get even with him for his sensual torment, she decided to use the only ammunition she had in her arsenal-her hands, and her body. She wanted to show him just how resourceful she was, her ultimate goal to unravel that precious control of his and reap the benefits of a man who succumbed to the red haze of lust.
It became a sexy game between them. An irresistible challenge of who could arouse whom the most. And she was determined to win.
She touched her breasts, grazed her thumbs over her nipples, and moaned, feeling the tension rise within Nathan as he watched, his gaze burning with carnal hunger, his jaw clenched in denial. Biting her lower lip, she skimmed one palm downward, and when her fingers slid between their bodies to the hot, wet place where they were joined and glided over the hard nub of her clitoris, she gasped and tightened her inner muscles around him-and swore she felt him swell harder, thicker inside her.