“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “Do it again.”
“With pleasure.” This time, he framed her breasts with the pearls, rolling a length of the strand over her distended nipples. Her moan of pleasure was music to his ears. His cock jerked and liquid seeped from the tip.
She wrapped her hand around his erection and he thought it might be over for him then and there. But it felt too good for him to pull away. She sat up, dislodging the pearls.
They slithered down into her lap as she slid her hand over his length from base to tip, measuring him, learning his shape.
“Lie down.” She pointed to the mattress beside her.
Gill lowered himself to the bed, hoping he could withstand whatever sensual torture she had in mind for him. When she picked up the pearls he broke out into a sweat.
She wrapped them around his cock, gently pulling back and forth, letting the strand tighten as it moved up and down his length. Gill gritted his teeth to keep from spilling his seed. Damn, he’d never felt anything quite like this in his life.
She smiled, a siren’s smile, as she continued to slide the pearls over him. When she lowered her head, he almost stopped breathing. Her breath was warm on the crown of his shaft. He swallowed hard to keep from begging her to continue. He had to feel her mouth on him.
Then it was there, soft and wet and giving as she sucked the bulbous head past her lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth. He arched his hips, encouraging her to take more. And she did. Her mouth lowered over his shaft before returning to the tip.
She continued to roll the pearls over his sensitive flesh as her mouth pleasured him.
Gill stood it for as long as he could, wanting to prolong the pleasure, but knowing he couldn’t last long.
“No more,” he growled, pulling her away. Her mouth released him with a wet sucking noise that made him crazy. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Alicia watched as he untangled the pearls from his shaft and grabbed the condom from the bedside table. Tearing it open, he quickly sheathed himself. Then he turned back to her.
There was a barely restrained sense of power and urgency surrounding him. His shoulders were slick, his face unreadable. She licked her lips, tasting his essence. He tasted slightly salty and musky.
“Give me your hands.”
“Why?”
One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Trust me.”
Did she trust him? Surprisingly enough, she did. She stretched out one hand and he captured it, placing a kiss in the center of her palm before slipping the pearls over it and wrapping them around several times.
“The other one,” he prompted.
She knew what he wanted to do and rather than frightening her, the idea excited her.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took and a shiver raced down her spine as she gave him her other hand. He twined the pearls around it and then around both her hands until the long strand bound them.
He helped her to lie down, sliding a pillow under her behind. “Comfortable?”
Was she? Physically, yes. Emotionally, not so much. She was showing this man, this stranger, more trust than she had any other man she’d known. He watched her, his dark eyes never wavering from her face. She knew then that he wouldn’t proceed unless she gave the okay. That small fact reassured her. “Yes.”
He smiled then, a real smile, and it changed his face. Oh, it didn’t soften it much.
That would be impossible, given his harsh features. But his eyes filled with heat and she could see the stark need that he’d kept hidden from her until now.
Clasping her bound hands in his, he raised them over her head. The movement thrust her breasts upward. His chest brushed her nipples as he leaned over her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud. What was it about this man that kept her poised on the edge of orgasm?
He trailed his hands over the sensitive flesh of her inner arms and down her sides.
When he reached the band of her panties, he hooked his fingers in the lace-covered elastic and pulled them slowly down her legs and off. Then he brought the lacey fabric to his face and breathed deeply. “You smell hot and delicious.”
She could feel her cheeks getting hot. No man had ever talked to her in such a sexual fashion, but she liked it. Her sex felt empty and needy and she knew that only he could satisfy the ache within her.
His tossed her panties aside and reached for the top of one of her stockings. Slowly, he rolled it down her thigh, his lips caressing the skin he exposed. The silk stocking slid over her knee and down her calf, before being whisked away. Then he did the same with the other one.
It was incredibly arousing to have her hands bound over her head. She knew she could get free if she truly wanted to. But there was a sense of freedom involved as well.
She was captive to his whims, her legs spread wide, a sexual feast for him to indulge in.
She’d never played these sorts of games before, but she was quickly discovering that with this man she enjoyed them. With him, there were no preconceived ideas about who and what she was. They were simply a man and a woman doing whatever they wanted to do. The only stipulation was that it had to be something they both enjoyed.
She wanted to call him by name. Almost asked him then and there what it was. But she stopped herself at the last second. She was the one who’d said this was a one-night stand. She couldn’t change the rules this late in the game.
He sprawled between her thighs, his thumbs parting her as he simply stared. “You are beautiful. So pink, so wet. So damn perfect.”
She believed him. The honesty and wonder in his voice was too real to be anything but the truth. Before she could respond, he leaned inward. She sucked in a deep breath and then groaned as his tongue traced the slick folds of her sex. Up one side and down the other, he didn’t miss a spot.
Her hips jerked upward. Her breathing was getting quicker and shallower by the second. He circled her clit with his tongue before flattening it over the nub of nerves.
Alicia cried out as liquid heat flooded her lower body. She was so close to coming again.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as he fitted two thick fingers inside her, pushing past the natural resistance of her body.
“Come for me again,” he whispered as he blew on her heated flesh. His fingers slowly pulled back to the edge of her opening before thrusting inward again.
“Close,” she gasped, pumping her hips in rhythm with his fingers.
His warm lips closed around her clit and sucked. Alicia felt as if her head was going to explode. Her nipples were painfully tight, her body stretched to endurance. One more thrust of his fingers was all it took.
Her entire body convulsed as she screamed. Her lover pulled his fingers away and reared up on his knees. Gripping her hips in his hands, he fitted himself to her opening and plunged deep.
The sensation bordered on painful. He was a large man and she hadn’t had a lover in quite a long time. But it felt good too. Amazingly good. Her inner muscles stretched, accommodating him. Accepting him.
“I can’t wait.” His voice seemed to come from far away, but she sensed the desperation behind it.
“Okay,” she managed to get out as he pulled back and plunged forward again. It was as if her orgasm hadn’t ended. Ripples of pleasure cascaded over her, sucking her into a sexual vortex.
She loved the way he filled her, stretching her further than she’d ever been before.
Eagerly, she opened herself, wanting everything he could give her. Waves of sensation engulfed her as her inner muscles rippled yet again.
Lowering her hands, Alicia reached for him. He was on his knees between her spread thighs, his eyes closed and head thrown back. The cords of his neck were pulled tight as he roared his release.