“You like that, huh?” he murmured, his words nearly indistinct as his tongue dipped and teased a place that nobody else had ever touched.
How it was possible for her to be a belly-button virgin was a mystery. Why had no one ever done this to her before? Why had she never demanded it? Hell, she should have made it a requirement.
“I like,” she sighed.
After she’d achieved an acceptable number of belly-button orgasms—she’d have to check Google to see if that was a thing—Zane continued his journey south. As he neared the place she’d wanted him to get to for the past fifteen minutes, all Alyssa could think about was how good he was with that tongue. If he made her squirm when he’d licked her belly button, what the hell was she going to do when he reached her pussy?
He teased her, of course, his teeth closing down lightly on the tender skin of her inner thighs, making the muscles there spasm and tremble and dragging deep moans from her throat.
“That feels so amazing,” she breathed. “I never imagined…”
Alyssa had been about to tell him that she’d never imagined enjoying the sensation of a man’s teeth sinking into her skin like that, but then Zane’s mouth moved up to the juncture of her thighs, his tongue tracing a line right up the center of her folds, and coherent words abandoned her.
She started panting when she felt two fingers slip inside her, teasing, searching. Zane touched those sensitive places inside her like he had a road map for them. Then his mouth came down on her clit and Alyssa lost it.
At least she had enough presence of mind to remember there were probably guests in the rooms next to hers, grabbing a pillow and shoving the corner of it in her mouth as Zane flicked his tongue rapidly over her happy place. His eyes caught hers and a brow arched.
“Hotel rooms,” she murmured around the pillow. “Really thin walls.”
It was almost embarrassing how easily he made her come. It was like he could read her mind, or rather, her body, his tongue and fingers knowing the perfect places to touch her to take her to the precipice quickly. Then he shoved her right over the edge into one long, continuous wave of pleasure that had her writhing on the bed, her thighs clenching tightly around him.
She’d never been able to make herself climax this fast, even with the assistance of modern technology.
His tongue continued to move on her clit while his fingers massaged her G-spot, making Alyssa scream into the pillow until she thought she might pull something. Like an orgasm muscle maybe.
Just when the sensation started to be too much, Zane pulled back, licking and nibbling on her inner thighs again. The feel of his sharp teeth was the perfect sensation to pull Alyssa out of the orgasm-induced haze threatening to pull her down into a mushy slumber. He kept his fingers inside her a little longer, coaxing a few more tremors of bliss from her core when she’d sworn her body was too worn-out to even move.
Alyssa tried to speak and realized she still had a mouth full of crisp, white cotton pillowcase. Spitting it out wasn’t exactly the sexiest thing she’d ever done, but at least she was able to do it without sounding like a cat with a fur ball. Okay, maybe she did sound like that—a little bit.
“You okay up there?” Zane asked, gazing up from between her widespread legs. His chin glistened from her wetness and it had to be just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen on a man.
“I’m good,” she whispered, the smolder in his eyes making her tummy quiver all over again as she remembered what Zane had said to her earlier about multiple orgasms.
Mouth quirking, he climbed up from between her thighs, his movements animalistic as he stalked his way up the bed and over her body. As his lips hovered above hers, she felt his hard shaft nudging and sliding along her wetness, making that part of her anatomy hum.
“Oh, you’re very good,” he whispered, his lips coming down to cover hers, her essence mixing with his masculine taste as he kissed her long and slow.
She gave herself over completely to the kiss, tracing her hands up his forearms, then higher, the fingers of one hand lightly caressing the scars there. She had no idea why she did it, beyond the inherent need to show him in some real way that there was nothing about him she didn’t enjoy. Even those parts he tried to keep hidden.
He growled softly at her touch, his full weight pressing her into the mattress. “That feels so damn good. I didn’t know that could be possible. But it does…when you do it.”
She had no idea if Zane had meant that to be as meaningful as it sounded. She pushed the thought aside and turned her attention back to the muscular hunk resting his weight between her thighs.
“You can stop teasing,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”
“I’m not teasing.” He pulled back so he could look at her, his eyes molten with arousal. “I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I want you inside of me—now.”
Zane slowly slid in, gaze locked on hers the whole time. The sensation as he filled her took Alyssa’s breath away. There was a better-than-even chance she had a tiny orgasm from his initial thrust. And if how good he felt going in didn’t do it for her, the look of pure rapture on his face would have.
As he bent his head to kiss her lightly, she couldn’t help but noticing a slight golden glow emanating from behind his eyes. It should have freaked her out—especially knowing what she knew about the world—but for some reason, she wasn’t concerned with the color of his eyes at the moment. Maybe it was the sun streaming through the windows. Yeah, that was it.
He slowly began to move his hips, sliding almost all the way out, then back in. Within seconds, her butt was bouncing off the mattress as he picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tightly. The tingle deep inside her spread outward, making it feel like her whole body was on fire.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Just like that.”
Zane lifted his head to give her a wicked smile, all the while pumping into her. “What was that you said earlier about thin walls? Maybe you should keep the shouting to a minimum.”
