"Suck them," he ordered gruffly, his cock stirring back to life as she played out a very erotic male fantasy: watching a woman pleasure herself.
She caught a nipple between her lips, grazed it lightly with her teeth, and suckled the swollen peak into the depths of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she grew bold and wanton, her lips and tongue and fingers playing across her breasts until that stimulant no longer seemed like enough, and a whimper rolled up from her throat.
His mouth watered, and he cursed his inability to use his arms to pull her down to him. "I want to taste, too."
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned down, arching her back so that her nipples brushed across his lips. He caught one in his mouth and suckled the delicious caramel from her skin and laved her with his tongue. She moaned fretfully, squeezed her thighs against his sides, and abruptly sat up again, seemingly caught up in her own sensual gratification.
Her head fell back, and her hands moved over her body of their own accord, skimming down her torso, smearing the caramel sauce over her belly and along her inner thighs. Her sticky fingers traced the pouty lips of her sex, then slid through her damp curls and into her wet heat.
With a soft moan, she stroked herself, and Steve gave a low growl of frustration because he wanted to be the one pleasuring her. The rumbling sound made her glance back down at him again, and a soft, sinful smile curved her lips as she removed her hand from between her thighs and touched her damp fingers to his mouth. Eagerly he parted his lips and accepted her offering, licking the flavor of caramel and her essence off her fingers and using his tongue and teeth to arouse them both all over again.
He continued to suck her fingers, and she moved on him restlessly, her taut, creamy breasts rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. Her hips gyrated and rocked against his torso in an attempt to increase the pressure and friction against the neediest part of her.
He wanted her so badly, to taste and be the one to make her come. And with his arms still secured above his head, there was only one way to get what he desired and to give her body the release it was clamoring for.
He released her fingers from his lips for more carnal pleasures. "Come up here, baby, and ride my mouth," he rasped.
Her hot, dazed eyes registered his erotic request-a little bit shocked and a whole lot turned on. His mind spun as she eased her body upward, spread her legs wide, and knelt astride his head, giving him uninhibited access to her lush sex. She wrapped her hands around the brass bedposts to steady herself, and he slid his wrists up, entwined their fingers, and bound her hands to his so she couldn't escape or move very far.
For the moment, she was his, and he reveled in the capture and her submission as he had his wicked way with her.
She shivered as he nuzzled and kissed the inside of her thigh, whimpered when his breath gusted over her wet, delicate flesh, moaned when he finally tasted her with a slow, deliberate lick, and cried out as he swirled his tongue around her clit and gave her body what it ultimately craved.
Her fingers tightened around his, holding on while he took her greedily with his mouth and drank in the scent and taste of caramel and feminine desire. Both were incredibly sweet. His tongue was hot and aggressive, ruthless and demanding, unfurling deep and stroking and suckling with insatiable, rapacious hunger. Another thrust of his tongue, and a lusty moan ripped from her as the force of her orgasm shoved her over the edge and she climaxed in wild, exquisite abandon.
He didn't let her go right away. He lapped at her more slowly now, dragging out her pleasure, forcing her to endure, to ride out her release until the last small spasms jerked through her spent body and she was left gasping for breath. He released her hands, and she slid back down to his side, their skin sticking together from the drying caramel.
She reached up and unknotted the nylon from his wrists, setting him free, then looked down into his eyes, a contented smile on her lips. "That was incredible."
He brought his arms back down, and the cramped muscles along his shoulders relaxed. "Ummm, mind-blowing," he agreed, though after that outstanding performance of hers, he was hard and raring to go again.
She dropped a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, her gaze dancing with gentle laughter. "Amazing," she countered playfully.
He grinned at her delightful, engaging mood and searched for a word to top hers. "Fun."
She skimmed her fingers down his chest and came away with a dollop of caramel, which she promptly sucked off in a very provocative way. "Tasty, and very messy."
"That was the best part." He loved her blissful enthusiasm and that she wasn't afraid to be daring and messy when it came to sex and exploring fantasies. Adored the way she enjoyed her body so much and reveled in his as well.
She lifted her splayed hand from his belly and winced at the gooey syrup adhering to both of them like glue. "Fun and all that aside, I think we both need a shower."
He chuckled. "You don't have to ask me twice," he said, and grabbed a condom from the nightstand on their way to the bathroom.
He wasn't done with her yet. They might have just eaten dessert, but the main course still awaited.
Chapter 8
Liz stood with her back beneath the hot shower spray and sighed as Steve soaped up the front of her body and washed away the remnants of caramel with luxurious sweeps of his big hands across her wet skin. He'd insisted on being the one to bathe her, and she'd let him do the deed for the most part, because after three years of devoting herself to her business it felt so good to be pampered for a change.
Through the steamy vapors swirling in the shower stall, his slumberous eyes latched on to hers, his dark, freshly washed hair finger-combed away from his handsome face. "Feel good?" he asked as his palms kneaded the slopes of her breasts and his thumbs lazily circled her ultrasensitive nipples.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, and because she couldn't stop herself from touching, too, she trailed her fingers up his muscular arms, deliberately taking the time to trace the tribal band around his biceps before continuing along his broad shoulders and down his muscled chest. He felt deliciously warm and sleek, exceptionally hard in all the right places, and she savored his virile strength even as he brushed his hands along her pliant body so gently, so eloquently.
While the sex they'd just indulged in had been hedonistic in many ways and undoubtedly erotically charged, this was foreplay at its finest, she decided. He'd washed her hair as soon as they'd stepped into the shower, and massaged her scalp with his long, strong fingers. Now his caresses were slow and languorous as he smoothed the fragrant lather along her belly and between her thighs to wash away the sticky syrup, then down her long legs. His unhurried exploration was designed to relax and arouse, and he did both exceptionally well. She felt boneless, yet every one of her feminine nerve endings hummed in renewed awareness.
He turned her around and let the hot spray rinse the suds from the front of her body while he pushed her wet hair out of the way so he could lather up her backside. She braced her flattened palms on the tiled wall for support as he applied a skillful pressure to the taut tendons running along her shoulders, and she groaned in praise of his talented, sensual hands soothing her overworked and exhausted body.
"How did it go tonight at work?" he murmured, using his thumbs to loosen the tension along her nape.
Did he really expect her to think with a clear head while he bestowed such lavish attention upon her? Apparently so, and she did her best to switch mental gears from pleasure to business. "Actually, it went well. I was able to talk to Roxanne tonight, alone."