A challenge. That was the way to get both man and beast to rise to the occasion. So when her upper body was gloriously bare, he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over his shoulder. She cried out in surprise but wasted no time in slipping her hands underneath the waistband of his sweatpants so she could squeeze his cheeks. It made him smile, though the extra pull on his waistband made it difficult to maneuver. Fortunately, they didn’t have to go far.
Noelle’s bed was three steps away. He got them there in a split second. It took longer to gently flip her onto the pile of pillows and comforter. But while she was laughing at the feel of bouncing on the bed, he curled his hands under her leggings and pulled them off in a single motion.
Naked. So gloriously naked. He let his gaze rove over all of her, seeing her pert breasts as they moved with her breath and her muscular abdominals, sleek and golden with her tan. He hadn’t realized how long her legs were until now. He wanted to run his hands down the entire stretch of thigh, knee, and calf. But then his attention was caught and held by the glistening between her thighs. That was where he wanted to be. That was the scent that drew him.
“You look like you want to eat me,” she said, and his gaze hopped to hers.
“I do.”
She blinked and opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, he watched her pupils dilate as she bit her lip. Then she slowly bent a knee, drawing her leg up but not dropping it open yet.
“Is that a problem?” he asked.
She grinned. “What if that’s your one shot? What if I say no afterwards to the whole deal?”
He arched a brow. “Then I’d say I didn’t do a very good job.” He dropped his hands down on her thighs, feeling the heat and the strength in her. “And I’d say, I’m up for the challenge.”
“Prove it.” Then she let her knee drop open.
He grinned. She was bold in bed, and he loved it. But instead of going straight in for his feast, he leaned forward and grabbed her wrists. Then he pulled her arms upright so she flopped back on the bed.
“Wha—?”
Her question cut off with a gasp as he put her hands on her own breasts. He massaged her, molding her fingers to pinch her nipples. When she arched with a murmur of pleasure, he grinned at her.
“Show me what you like.”
She did, lifting her breasts in a way to show them off to him, and then rolling her nipples. He heard her breath speed up and her scent grew stronger. Heady enough to make his body throb with need.
His gaze held hers, though he kept watching her hands with his peripheral vision. The sight made him harder than concrete, but he also loved seeing the way her nostrils flared and her eyes held challenge. She wasn’t giving herself over to him as a passive participant. She was taking ownership of her own pleasure, and that shot his to the moon.
So he held her gaze as he gently pressed her knee to the side, exposing her inner lips. They were plump and glistening, and he slid his hand up her inner thigh to start exploring her there. And all the while, he watched her play with her breasts. He heard her murmurs of delight, and he memorized every time he got her to react. The gasps were nice, but when she arched her back and offered herself to him, he nearly exploded. What he did instead was push fingers inside her, roll his thumb over her clit, and dream of the moment he could plunge into her.
But first things first. He dropped down onto his elbows and went in for a feast.
The scent of her blew his mind. Rich and fragrant, he began licking wherever the mood struck him, which meant he went everywhere. She tried to direct him, and at first he complied. As she lifted and lowered, he let her tell him silently where she wanted his attention. But as the pitch of her whimpers climbed higher, he began to tease her. A nip here, a lick there. Never enough to take her over the edge. And all the while, his fingers thrust inside her, pressed where she wanted him, and then withdrew.
Glorious.
He was just about to let her finish. A man could take only so much begging. When she abruptly grabbed hold of his hair and tugged his face up. He looked and loved what he saw. Her body flushed and open, her breasts pointed, and her lips thick and lush.
“Condom. Now.”
“You sure?” he asked as he rolled his thumb over her clit.
Her inside muscles gripped his fingers like a vice, and she tugged harder on his hair.
“Don’t want fingers,” she said, and he liked the way she was reduced to the simplest of words. “Condom!”
Music to his ears. He stood up and shoved off his sweats. She stretched up to pull the condom out of the bedside table and ripped it open while he walked around the bed. But when he held his hand out for the latex, she shook her head.
“I’ll do it,” she said. Then she gripped his penis. Her hand was startling but incredibly welcome, especially when she rolled the pressure of her fingers down the shaft. The heat from just that had his balls tightening as need exploded at the base of his spine.
“Keep that up, and we’ll both be disappointed,” he said.
She grinned at him and leaned forward. “Just getting you ready.” Then she sucked him into her mouth.
He thrust. He couldn’t help it, and what she did with her tongue made him grab her shoulders to keep from toppling over. And then she was gone as she rolled the latex down.
