He pushed her thighs apart, which felt wicked.She trembled with anticipation as he brushed kisses along her inner thigh.The muscles inside her womb clenched with longing.She wanted his tongue on her, licking and stroking.When he reached his destination, bright sparks of pleasure suffused her.Throwing her head back, she surrendered to sensation.Before she knew it, she was hurtling over the edge, sobbing his name.
She lay there in a boneless heap for several moments.Her body felt vibrant and alive and dewy with bliss.
“Not that I’m complaining, but this feels very one-sided,” she said.
His gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs.“I disagree.You’re doing your part beautifully.”
She remembered what he’d said this afternoon about being easy to please.She imagined that he liked being in control, as well.He would happily do all the work and play her body like an instrument.
Meredith wanted to be an equal partner, however.She sat up and nudged his shoulder.When he leaned back, she kissed her way down the side of his neck, where a strong pulse beat.His chest was the stuff of female fantasies, all hard muscles and golden skin.She pressed kisses from his sternum to the dark trail on his stomach, worshipping him with her mouth.His fly was half unbuttoned, his arousal rampant.
“Take off your pants,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate to oblige.Kicking off his jeans and boxer shorts, he bared himself completely.
She’d seen him this afternoon, gripping himself with a tight fist.His body was finely made, a picture of masculine perfection.She couldn’t say how he matched up with other men, but he was thick and hard and pulsing.When she curled one hand around him, her fingers didn’t quite meet.He groaned when she touched her lips to him, and his hand cupped her head pleadingly.Although he didn’t apply pressure, she knew what he wanted.She’d done this before.She stroked her hand along his length, watching a pearly drop form at the tip.Then she arranged herself over him on all fours, her back arched and her breasts swaying.
She could tell that the pose worked for him, because his gaze darkened with pure lust.Smiling, she bent her head to him and pressed her lips to his hard flesh.He mussed her hair with his hands.She parted her lips around him and sucked hotly.He actually jerked at the contact, as if he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking.
She’d been indifferent to this act in the past, performing it like a duty, but right now, with him, it was incredibly exciting.His eyes were molten gold, his body shuddering with pleasure.She was making him lose control, and she loved it.She took him deeper, enjoying the slippery heat of him in her mouth.
He allowed her to continue for several moments, his brow furrowed with restraint.Then he growled a dirty oath and threaded his hand through her hair.“Stop.”
“Why?”
“I want to be inside you.”
She studied his magnificent arousal, and decided she wanted that, too.She wanted all of that manly flesh all the ways she could have it.He grabbed a condom from a box under his pillow.She sat back on her heels and let him do the honors.When he was ready to go, he gave her a come-hither look, as if inviting her to climb astride.
Meredith was eager to accommodate him.She liked her newfound sense of power, and the feel of his hard body underneath hers.As she positioned herself over him, he held the base of his shaft with one hand.She was beyond ready, swollen and slick with desire.She sank down on his turgid length, inch by inch.Her mouth made a soft moue of ecstasy.He sucked in a breath through his bared teeth.
“Christ,” he said.“That’s good.”
She reveled in the sensation with a moan of agreement.It was clear that he enjoyed sex, from foreplay to finish, and there was nothing quite like the moment of penetration.For her, it came with a slight pinch as she seated herself fully.She hadn’t been with a man in over a year, and he was more man than she was used to.He was thick at the base and she felt it, stretching her delicate folds.
He must have sensed her discomfort, because he didn’t push.He held still and patient while her body adjusted to his size.They paused together, hearts pounding in tandem.She was so wet and pliant, it only took a moment.Then she was moving on him, reveling in the sweet possession.He watched her glide up and down, up and down.His hands spanned her waist again.He buried his face in her breasts and let her have him.
She was aware of his mouth and hands all over her.His touch spread goose bumps across her skin.He alternated between pinching her nipples gently and stroking between her thighs, where their bodies were joined.He petted and circled her clitoris until she was near orgasm, then backed off.She made a whimpering sound, low in her throat.She was so lost in pleasure, she could hardly think, let alone speak.
“Why are you torturing me?”she panted.
“Hmm?”
“Every time I get close, you stop touching me.”
He seemed amused by her accusation.“Sorry.My hand gets tired.”
She paused, her pulse thundering in her ears.It took her several seconds to realize he was joking.He was toying with her, playing his wicked games with her body.“You liar,” she said, smacking his arm.“You’re doing it on purpose.”
He chuckled at her naivety, and she tried to get revenge by tickling him.His laughter reverberated through her.It felt strange, to be giggling uncontrollably in the middle of great sex.It felt ridiculous, and joyous, and fun.They wrestled back and forth, hands entwined.She kissed his smiling mouth, and he caressed her spine.In the next instant, he was thrusting upward, and she was breathless with need again.
She decided to take charge of her own climax, because he wasn’t getting the job done.When she used two fingertips to touch herself, he groaned at the sight.He captured her hand and brought her fingers to his mouth.She let him taste, then resumed stroking.
Wade’s gaze darkened, and he started playingreallydirty.Denying her pleasure, he sat upright and trapped her arms behind her back.She gasped in surprise, unable to escape.He used one hand to encircle both of her wrists and continued his sensual assault.His hips rose to meet hers, rocking slow and steady.He lowered his head to her breasts and sucked one nipple, then the other.His hands were definitely not tired, if one of them could imprison her so easily.She didn’t protest the restraint; she was too turned on.Her body rioted with sparks of sensation.When she wept his name, begging for mercy, he slid his free hand between them.He brushed his thumb over her clit, once.Twice.
That was all it took.She cried out loud enough to shake the rafters.She felt her inner muscles contracting around him, her heart bursting out of her chest and ripples of ecstasy expanding everywhere.
He didn’t wait for her to finish, perhaps because he couldn’t.He let go of her arms, flipped her onto her back and thrust hard into her slick channel.He pounded into her, his jaw clenched tight.With a guttural sound, he buried himself to the hilt, his shoulders quaking as he found his own release.
