“When done correctly, it’s a whole body activity.”
How long had it been since she’d been with someone who really knew what he was doing in bed? She couldn’t count in months; years would be closer to the truth.
She started to drop to her knees, but he stopped her.
“Not tonight, Julie.”
She looked up, puzzled.
“My plan is for this to actually last longer than ten seconds,” he said, but something else lurked behind his expression.
Without explaining further, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Softly. As if she were fragile. Little by little, he backed her toward the bed, so she sat on the edge of the mattress wearing only a tiny pair of panties.
He stood above her, his fingers swirling over her chest, lightly brushing her nipples. He dropped his mouth to one and gave it a gentle suck. Her back arched, silently begging for more. Asking to be taken deeper. To be engulfed.
“Lie back,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
She obeyed, situating herself on the bed with her legs hanging over the side. He was still standing, his hands lightly brushing over her body. Rougher than a tickle, his touch teased her mercilessly. Desire pooled between her legs, but that was the one area he avoided.
“Please,” she begged, lifting her hips in silent invitation.
“Some part of you feeling neglected?”
“You did say it was a whole body activity.” She playfully pouted.
He chuckled. “I did, didn’t I? How rude of me not to involve all your parts.”
His finger teased the leg of her thong. Her legs shook. She felt desperate for him to touch her. One glance revealed him kneeling between her legs. She watched as he hooked a finger inside her underwear and slowly pulled it off.
Naked under his gaze, she didn’t feel exposed. She felt powerful and needy and wanting. Oh so wanting.
“Please,” she said again.
“Is your pussy feeling deprived?” He trailed a finger up her thigh, inching closer. Drifting away.
“Yes,” she said, not caring that her voice sounded like a whine.
“Keep your legs spread nice and wide for me.” He pushed them farther apart. “Just like that.”
Bending down, he placed a single kiss on her upper thigh. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and licked her slit, the scruff of his upper lip brushing her clit.
Her hips jerked off the bed and she fisted her hands frantically in his hair. “Yes.”
He was warm and big and the craziest combination of rough and tender. He would nibble her almost playfully while his hands roamed her body. He blew a stream of air across her clit while at the same time pinching a nipple slightly.
She muttered curses under her breath.
But just when she was coming close, right as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, he pulled away completely, leaving her achy and alone. She peeked out of one eye. He stood by the bed, panting, rummaging in his pocket.
He found the condom, shoved his pants down, and then ripped the package open. She didn’t see much before he covered himself, but what she saw looked downright delectable.
The ache between her legs pulsed impatiently. She wanted him. Wanted him badly. And from the looks of it, he wanted her just as much.
He crawled onto the bed with her, his toned body taunting her. She wanted to take her time exploring it, but at the moment what she wanted more was for him to fulfill his promise.
He didn’t disappoint her. Without saying a word, he came up over her, spread her legs even wider, and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Does your pussy need even more attention?”
She tried to wiggle in an effort to draw him in, but he held her waist still and when he spoke, his voice was low and unyielding. “I asked a question.”
“Damn it, Daniel, yes.” Her eyes closed in anticipation.
“Look at me,” he said, and when she did, she saw her need echoed in his eyes.
His gaze stayed locked with hers as he oh-so-slowly pushed inside. It had been a long time since her last boyfriend and she felt every delicious inch Daniel gave her. The stretching felt so good, she whimpered.
He stilled. “Are you okay?”
She could have howled at the loss of his pressing forward. “Don’t stop, feels too good to stop.”
As if that was the signal he had been waiting for, he held her waist and thrust to the hilt with one push. He held still for a moment and she took a few breaths to accustom herself to the size of him. He didn’t move his lower body, but leaned over and kissed her.
“Damn, you feel good,” he whispered against her lips.
“Let me make you feel better,” she said with a shift of her hips.
He answered with a shift of his own. “Like this?”
The sweet ache of him moving inside her, the hypnotic push and pull, was too much. She closed her eyes in an attempt to contain the sensations he created. His arms held her tightly while he settled into a pounding rhythm. Her own hands found purchase on his backside and she scratched the clenched muscles of his ass.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ground out.
She obeyed, and when he slid even deeper, she hissed in response. There were no words then, just their breathing, his grunts, and her cries of pleasure. He dropped a hand between them, and began to circle her clit with a fingertip.
Her hips bucked; it was too much. “Oh, fuck, yes, Daniel, yes.”
“I want to feel you come. Come hard and fast all around my dick.”
She already was, it started low in her belly, concentrated itself between her legs, and then shot outward, encompassing her entire body. She was only slightly aware of Daniel’s last few thrusts, of his body stilling within her as he came, and his sigh of satisfaction as he rolled them to their sides.
His lips were on her cheeks, her nose, and her ear. “I was a bit rough. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She ran a hand across his back, down his arm, and back again. There was a pleasant ache between her legs, and she knew she’d feel him for days. “Only in a good way.”
They stayed in silence for a few minutes, allowing their breathing to return to normal, simply enjoying being in each other’s arms. She stretched out beside him, trying to remember the last time she felt so good. Probably never.
Suddenly shy, she traced a finger along the muscles of his chest. She hoped he knew she wasn’t wanton as a general rule. She wasn’t sure she recognized the woman she became in his presence, but she rather thought she liked her. Julie Masterson, the seductress. A giggle escaped before she could stop it.
Daniel cracked one eye open. “That’s a sound no man wants to hear in bed.”
Feeling bolder, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I was actually thinking about the way being around you makes me feel all wanton and wicked.”
“And that’s worthy of a giggle?”
“It’s just not like me.”
“Maybe it’s more like you than you realize.”
His words struck a chord within her. Maybe he was right and she had just needed the right man to show her the woman buried inside and longing to be free.
“Julie, I—,” he started, but stopped when a cell phone rang.
“Must be yours. That’s not my ringtone.”
“It is. I’m sorry. It’s my private line. Do you mind?”
She sat up, dragging the sheet with her and wrapping it around her chest. “No, go ahead.”
He rummaged through the pile of clothes, finally pulling the phone from his discarded pants. A frown crossed his face when he saw the display. “Tess?” he asked, answering the call. The frown changed into an expression of worry. “How long ago? Where’s she at now?” Silence followed as whoever he was talking with replied. He looked down at his watch. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. No, I can’t get there any faster.”
He ended the call with a sigh and turned to her. “I’m sorry. My grandma’s had an episode. . . . She’s not in the best frame of mind sometimes. That was my sister.”