He grinned, looked down at himself and gave himself a stroke. He heard her breath catch, lifted his gaze and met her apprehensive eyes. “Smart mouth,” he said, his amusement letting her get away with that comment. “Be careful, or I may have to gag you.”
She bit down on her bottom lip as he climbed back on the bed and he read the genuine fear in her eyes.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, his elbows beside her head. He pushed hair off her face with one hand, then both hands held her face as he kissed her mouth, his body tight with restraint. He wanted to pound into her, but held himself back. He pushed into her and felt her inner muscles tighten around him. “Just relax, sweetheart.” He pushed further, pausing as she opened her legs more. “You can do it. Take me in,” he groaned against her mouth. “Take all of me.”
A few more strokes and he was in, filling her, touching her womb. She quivered around him, fiery wet. He stopped, holding himself deep inside her. She was tight, like a fist holding him from tip to root. “You okay?” he whispered. She nodded, a jerky little nod, and opened her eyes.
When their eyes met, he went very still. Raw desire mirrored his own, layered with sweet, sweet surrender. His breath stalled and every muscle tightened, and then he couldn’t hold back any longer and he surged into her, long hard thrusts as he fell. His ears roared and his teeth caught the soft flesh of her neck as he pumped hard and heavy into her and his orgasm crashed over him in waves of pleasure.
He cried out against her skin as he drove into her, so close to utterly losing it and pounding her into next week, but he’d promised not to hurt her, he’d promised…
“Oh sweet Jesus,” he groaned raggedly, gasping desperately for air. Then she convulsed again as he pressed one last time into her soft body, her hips arching against him, her hands fisting in his hair and tugging hard. “Jesus,” he gasped again, pressing deeper, still hard inside her, pressing her through her climax until she was limp beneath him.
He buried his face in the pillow beside hers. Her hands fluttered on his back in little soft strokes. He still held his weight off her, but his arms quivered and he rolled to his side, taking her with him. He wrapped his arms around her, too tightly, he knew, but he couldn’t let go of her. His eyes closed and he drifted on a wave of bliss. Quivers of sensation rippled through her body and around his cock.
Well. He wasn’t sure if he’d accomplished his goal with Tara, but he sure as hell had succeeded in confusing himself. That had felt…different. Unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Maybe because she was so strong, so resistant, and he’d had to work so hard to get her under him. But the connection he felt with her at that moment was almost…scary.
Chapter Eleven
When the scorching ecstasy of her orgasm began to fade, Tara wanted to crawl out from under Joe and run. Far. Fast. Dear God, what had they done? His body radiated heat against hers, his arms and legs rough with hair, the skin over his shoulders smooth, muscles strong and powerful. She closed her eyes against thoughts of work, about how she and Joe were going to face each other at the office after this. She must have lost her lust-crazed mind.
This was a gigantic mistake, but it was too late now to change things. And as his cock stirred inside her, still huge, her body twitched in response, her pussy quivering again. God, even that hard fucking hadn’t been enough for her, apparently.
And apparently it wasn’t for Joe either.
“I want to do that again,” he groaned in her ear. Her body thrilled at his words. And at how hot he’d been for her. She felt sexy, wanted, desirable—something she’d never felt with a man before. But how could she have done those things? Let him order her around, tell her what to do and then let him do such wicked things to her. But it hadn’t felt wrong. Just…irresistible. Incredible. Satisfying.
“No…” She tried to protest. But his hands started doing things to her, stroking her, touching her in places he somehow knew were connected straight to her pussy. Her breasts had never been so sensitive, so full and tender, and his mouth on her nipples had lust unfurling inside her all over again.
He rolled to one side to get rid of the condom, then pushed her onto her back. He slid a hand between them and cupped her mound. His fingers just rested there, holding her. “You liked it when I spanked your pretty pussy.”
A blade of lust stabbed her womb and her pussy clenched hard.
“And you’d like even more than that.” He nuzzled her neck below her ear. “Wouldn’t you?”
Her pussy vibrated with need again already and he’d barely touched her. It was his words inflaming her, making her fever-hot.
His smile deepened and his fingers twitched on her sex. She couldn’t help it. She lifted her pelvis into his hand. “Mmm.” He made a little noise of approval and kissed the top curve of one breast.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered.
He lifted his head. “Maybe I won’t let you.”
Her eyes widened. She tried to push at him, but he kept nuzzling her, sucking gently on the flesh on the side of her neck, licking over her collarbone.
“Joe. Seriously. I have to go. Do you want me to have an accident?”
She felt his smile.
“Do what I tell you and I’ll let you up to go to the bathroom.”
Dear God! Her body tightened. “What…what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to suck my cock.”
Oh. Oh. Oh. Like that was a hardship. Her mouth watered to taste him. But him telling her what to do didn’t sit well. She wanted to argue, to tell him to go to hell. Her bladder twinged. She swallowed.
She bent and kissed his bare chest, which swelled at her touch. She licked him. Then she sucked a small flat nipple into her mouth, making him gasp.
He grabbed her hair, twisted his fingers into it and lifted her head. He growled at her and she smiled.
This was Joe. She still could hardly believe it. For a moment, she looked at him, remembering him in her office, asking smart questions, driving her crazy, making her do that goddamn business case. He was businesslike, smart, super-sexy and right now he was big and naked and in her bed and he had her obeying his every command like a slave.
He tugged her hair, urging her lower. “Do it, Tara,” he muttered, eyes closed, cheekbones darkened with desire. “Suck me.”
She wasn’t sure how she was going to do that, given his size, but she wanted to try. She kissed her way down his flat stomach, stopping to dip her tongue into his navel, and he jerked. Then she spent some time on the flesh between navel and pubic hair, kissing and licking and sucking. That seemed to please him and he shuddered and twitched at her touch. She squirmed lower, almost fearful, but her mouth wanted him. She laid her hands on his thighs, hairy and, right now, soft and relaxed although she knew he was all muscle, and pushed them open.
Earlier he’d studied her intimately, making her squirm with embarrassment that had turned to pleased delight, knowing he liked what he saw there. And she liked what she saw too. My God. He was powerfully masculine, his cock large and hard, heavily veined, with a pronounced ridge around the head, rising up out of a thick black nest of wiry curls. She drew in a deep breath, put her hands around him and tugged experimentally.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned and his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling the hair back off her face, pushing her head toward him. In the past, when guys had done that to her, she hated it, hated them thrusting her head toward their groin in a greedy demand. But at this moment, his hands in her hair, tugging, urging, the soft moans as he implored her for more, murmuring her name, turned her on so much she had to stop and press a hand between her legs.