Well, the rest of her went into instinct mode, fueled by desire. Her fingers circled around him and he hissed through his teeth. Her eyes went to his and he moved his hand around to the back of her head. Her tongue flicked out and tasted him. Salty. Not bad. He groaned. She saw him close his eyes and tilt his head back God, what power! And from such a small gesture. She hesitantly moved her mouth over the tip and he reached out and gripped the post of the bed to steady himself. That made her braver.
There was something extremely sexually intoxicating about bringing a man to his knees like this, especially a man like Lance. The further she took him in his mouth, the more noises he made.
She found a rhythm, moving back and forth over his shaft and he watched her with scorching eyes.
“Tam—enough!”
She pulled back and looked up at him.
“Jesus babe, I’m going to come, and I’m not ready to do that yet.”
She smiled and licked her lips.
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing sexier that a beautiful naked woman in stilettos going down on me, but I want this to last.” He reached down and gripped her arm pulling her up against him.
He kissed her hard, passionately, while moving her back onto his bed without releasing her.
He paused for a brief moment lifting his head and staring down at her. Tammy couldn’t talk even if she wanted to. His eyes were molten and seem to read her very soul and what passed between them was powerful. God, he was so beautiful to her!
Nothing could explain the emotions she felt at that moment except that it was deeper than her love of anything in her entire life. He framed her head in his hands bringing his full weight down on her. He kissed her again, gently moving his mouth expertly over hers tantalizing her tongue with his own. She felt the familiar tightening and heat low in her pelvis. It amazed her that he had such power over her, and at that moment, she didn’t care. She wanted to be his, body and soul.
She already knew she was ready for him, and so did he. He lifted, grasped her thigh and smoothed it over his hip before he entered her. He moved in a slow graceful rhythm making love to her. His hands were caressing her, memorizing every contour of her body as he moved his hard form sensuously over hers.
It was slow, excruciatingly delicious, and heavenly. He made her feel beautiful, precious and loved.
She clutched at him trying to get closer. Her hands moved all over him. “More,” she breathed.
“As you wish,” he murmured against her mouth. He changed his rhythm. It became faster, yet not enough to give her what she wanted. She wrapped her legs around his hips encouraging him. He was prolonging her orgasm, prolonging the torture. She tilted her head back, and gasped every time he moved. God, he filled her with every thrust spiraling her higher and higher. The sensation was—cataclysmic.
“You’re killing me.” Oh lord!
“I know,” he breathed. “Wait for it baby.” He shifted, lifted his body, and planted his hands on either side of her head.
Now noises were pulled from both of them as he thrust harder, faster.
She felt that inferno building in her until it felt like she would catch fire. She burst like a dam.
Lance shouted his own climax and collapsed on top of her breathing heavy. Then he kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around him and responded fervently.
He finally moved off her, stretching out beside her while propping his head up on his elbow to watch her.
She turned toward him and he looked surprised.
“What?”
He lifted his hand and wiped tears away from her eyes. “You’re crying again.”
“I am, wow.”
“Now, I know I didn’t hurt you. So tell me, Tammy,” he said softly. “Is this the same thing you wouldn’t talk to me about in the car? What’s going on?”
She stared at him. “There are just some things I can’t discuss.”
He thought about that for a moment, searching her gaze.
“Please don’t try and read me.”
