down a little. Never tearing his eyes off her, he grabbed his dick, big and throbbing, letting her see how much he wanted her. Stroking himself lazily, he acknowledged that her hands would be so much better, but he wasn’t yet ready to let her do anything but lie there and take what he planned to give her.
She devoured him with her stare, so approving— wanting—and his own hunger dug into him even more brutally. It clawed at him, made him almost desperate to rip off his clothes and just take her until neither of them could think, much less move.
But that wasn’t how this was going to go down.
Hmm. Speaking of which...
He sat on the corner of the bed, touching her bare foot, trailing his fingers up her long leg. Lindsey’s eyes fell closed and she arched her back. Her skin was incredibly soft against his hand, and it got even softer the higher he went. Her thighs were exquisite.
As he reached the top of one and moved his hand inward, brushing his fingertips through that tiny landing patch of curls, she trembled. He knew what she wanted, what she craved. He could see the pearly tip of her clit, and the glisten of arousal on her sex—she was dying for him to make the touch ever so much more intimate.
She didn’t say a word, didn’t make a single demand, didn’t even thrust up toward his hand. She was relaxed now; she trusted him, assured he wouldn’t leave her high and dry. Willing to let him set the pace.
He would not disappoint her.
He bent to press his mouth on the hollow just inside her hip, tracing his tongue across the skin, tasting a faint tinge of salt. Sweat. He was making her hot. Maybe next time, he’d use an ice cube to cool her off.
Still driving her mad with those soft strokes in the hollow just above her sex, he began to kiss his way up her body. He nibbled at her hip bone, licked the indentation of her waist, detouring over to dip his tongue into her belly button. She quivered beneath him, and when he glanced up, he found her eyes closed and her mouth shaking. That glorious hair surrounded her like a halo, and her flushed face had never looked more lovely.
He continued kissing, stroking, tasting, until he reached her breasts. He licked the base of one, nibbled the top of the other, but didn’t go near her nipples.
She was still silent, but her hands dug at the sheets and her legs had gone a little stiff.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded.
“Put your hands up onto the headboard and hold on.”
She did as he commanded, gripping the slats. “Like this?”
“Yes. Don’t let go. Hold on like you’re handcuffed there.”
A gasp told him he’d shocked her. “You wouldn’t...”
“As long as you hold on tight, I won’t have to.”
She stared at him, wondering, assessing.
Had he pushed too far? Come on, Lindsey, give in. Trust me.
Finally, after an eternity, she licked her lips. “I won’t let go, but if I do, use a scarf from the bureau. Your cuffs might damage the wood on the bed.”
Relieved, turned on, overwhelmed with excitement, and, honestly, proud of her for continuing to do something he knew she had never done before, he could only smile and nod. “Now, where were we?”
“I think you were going to pay attention to my nipples.”
“You think so?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Maybe if you beg me to.”
She didn’t even hesitate, her eyes dark and dreamy and her voice throbbing. “Please, Mike. I’m begging you, please suck my nipples. I need it, badly.”
He immediately complied, relieving the tension for both of them, since he’d been just as desperate to taste her as she’d been to be tasted. He covered one tip and sucked it deeply into his mouth, tweaking her other breast, plucking, giving her a little pain that would only increase the pleasure.
She groaned and hissed and arched into him. Her hips thrust instinctively, and he knew she’d reached the point of near desperation.
He couldn’t torture her, couldn’t ignore the raw need in her. Keeping his mouth on her breast, he moved his hand down, scraping the tip of his finger on her sensitive clit.
“Oh, God,” she cried. But she didn’t let go of the headboard.
He stroked her, teased her, building things ever higher. Wanting to watch her reach the heights, he stopped suckling her and lifted his head, focusing on that perfect face, racked with pleasure that verged on agony, consumed by the fire he was building but unable to put it out.
How could he not give her what she wasn’t asking for?
He slid his hand lower, his fingertips gliding through the slick, feminine flesh. Finding her wet center, he thrust a finger into her tight core. She bucked up, panting. He stroked, in and out, giving her another finger, increasing the pressure while still toying with her clit with his thumb.
She jerked and rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, losing herself to sensation. She was almost over the edge, but he wasn’t quite ready to let her go, so he pulled his fingers away.
“Are you kidding me?” she snarled.
“Wait until I can catch you.”
“I’m not falling.”
“You’re about to,” he promised, moving down between her splayed legs. He pushed them farther apart, draped one over his shoulder and gazed at that swollen, slick beauty.
Bending to her, he covered her with his mouth and thrust his tongue deep, licking into her.
She screamed in shocked delight.
Ignoring her, Mike continued to make love to her with his tongue, only moving up to pay attention to her clit when he was sure she was on the verge of exploding. He sucked the pearly little button into his mouth, flicked it, toyed with it and fingered her again, bringing her higher. So very high, until they were both shaking with the intensity.
“Lindsey?” he muttered against her sex.
“What?”
“You can fall now.”
He put his mouth on her again, and she did as she was told. She’d climbed to the heights and now she leaped off, a climax slamming into her so hard her body shuddered. Her toes curled, her hands clenched the headboard, her skin shone with a rosy glow.
While she rode it out, looking the epitome of sensual woman, he got up and stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants—he’d put it there this week, after he’d met her on the ferry, and was very glad to have followed the impulse.
Lindsey was still quivering, her gasps slowly turning into sighs, though her eyes remained closed. She was a limp, boneless
