He ran circles over her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, teasing their sensitive tips, sending sparks of pleasure skittering into her belly. She arched into his touch, her fingers sliding into his hair again, urging his head forward, her breasts longing for his mouth. He groaned, held her tighter, gave each nipple a flick of his tongue, then drew one into his hot, slick mouth—and suckled.
“Oh!” She gasped, her head falling back, the delicious sensation making her inner muscles clench, the heat inside her turning to honey.
He went greedily back and forth from one breast to the other, tugging at her nipples with his lips, tasting them with his tongue, teasing them with the sharp edges of his teeth, his hands cupping her, holding her for his mouth.
Had her breasts always been this sensitive? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that she felt every touch, every tug, every flick of his tongue all the way to her core. Drenched in sensation, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, her breath coming hard and fast, need for him a raw ache inside her.
Thisis what it felt like to want and be wanted, to be a woman, to be alive.
Feeling almost euphoric, she let the nightgown fall to the floor, climbed onto his lap, and wrapped her legs around him. Then she took his face between her hands, drew his mouth down to hers, and kissed him.
A groan. His fist in her hair. His tongue thrusting deep.
He forced her head back and took control of the kiss with an intensity that left her breathless, plundering her mouth, nipping and sucking her lips, crushing her to him.
Oh, yes!
And then she was beneath him.
Zach was breaking the rules, but he didn’t give a goddamn, her impatient hands spreading fire over his skin as she explored his shoulders, chest, abdomen. Blood roaring in his ears, he tasted her mouth, cradling her head with one arm, his free hand skimming over the puckered velvet of her nipples, down the silky skin of her belly to that little landing strip of dark curls that had been driving him insane. He wasted no time, feeling his way through those trimmed curls to cup her, his dick nearly splitting his jeans when he discovered that her labia really were waxed bare—and that she was wet. He looked, took in the erotic sight of her vulva, and almost freaking lost it.
Holy God in heaven.
The musky scent of her arousal urging him on, he parted those soft, naked lips, gave the swollen bud of her clitoris a few teasing strokes, then slowly nudged first one finger, then two, into her slippery heat.
She whimpered his name, her sharp little nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs parting to give him better access.
He found a rhythm, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit, while his fingers stroked her deep inside. He swiped at a puckered nipple with his tongue, tugged at it with his lips. “Does that feel good, angel?”
A long, breathless moan.
God, she was responsive. As badly as he wanted to get inside her, he couldn’t get enough of watching her, of watching what his touch did to her. He sucked a nipple and felt her vagina clench, kissed her throat and saw goose bumps rise across her chest, thrust his fingers deeper inside her and watched her belly jerk. And her scent . . .
Jesus!
She was close, so close. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head rolling back and forth, her dark hair lying in thick tangles across her pillow. Her breath came in pants, each exhalation a ragged moan, the sound of a woman lost in the ache and ecstasy of sex. Her nails dug deeper, her entire body tense, her inner muscles drawing tighter.
Then her breath broke, and she came, bliss bright on her face, her back arching, her vagina contracting tightly around his fingers. He caught her cry with his mouth, riding through the orgasm with her, keeping his rhythm steady until the quaking inside her subsided. And then he could hold back no longer.
He reached down to unzip his jeans, but her hands were already there, impatiently tugging at his fly. He freed his cock, guided himself to her cleft. Then with a single, slow thrust, he slid inside her, her moan mingling with his.
Tight. Hot. Slick.
She feltso . . . damned . . . good.
For a moment, he held himself still inside her, letting her get used to the feel of him. Then his gaze locked with hers, and he began to move, pushing himself into her again and again, the hot, slippery friction already driving him toward the breaking point. He willed himself to relax, shifted his position so that he was riding her high, his cock rubbing over her clit with each deep thrust.
Her response was instantaneous. Her eyes went wide, and she arched beneath him. “Ooh! I never . . . I never . . .Again?”
And through a haze of pheromone he realized she’d never come twice in a row before. “As much as you can take, angel.”
And he meant it. He hadn’t been a SEAL for nothing. He’d learned to control his body in extreme situations so that he could use it as a weapon. Now he was going to use it to please her—to please Natalie.
Guided by her response, he sharpened the angle, thrust into her faster, harder, fighting to keep his own climax at bay. Then he propped himself up on one arm and used his free hand to play with those exquisitely sensitive nipples of hers.
She whimpered, every exhalation a moan, her nails digging like talons into his hips, as if to draw him deeper inside her, her head going back as a second orgasm claimed her, her body shuddering beneath him, clenching around him.
He was on fire now, burning . . . burning for Natalie . . . His hips a piston, driving into her . . . Her slick vagina gripping him like a fist . . . He wanted, needed her . . . Her mouth on his skin . . . Her hips rising to meet his . . . “You’re so . . . damned . . . beautiful!”