He let her hands remove his shirt before he returned to her lips. He let her unbuckle his belt, release his jeans. And when her soft hands wrapped around the heavy length of his erection, he had no choice but to draw back from her.
He pushed her robe from her shoulders and growled at the sight of the one-piece silk-and-lace teddy she wore beneath it.
“Take that off.” He moved back from her after unwrapping her fingers from his shaft. “I don’t want to destroy more of your clothing.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and jerked his boots and socks off. He wasn’t going to fuck her with his boots on again. He wanted skin on skin, heat matching heat.
When he rose and shed his jeans, she still stood before him, her eyes going over him with hunger as she licked her lips with a nervous little stroke.
“You’re huge,” she finally whispered, reaching out for him again.
“And you’ve already taken me once, so we don’t have a problem there.” He didn’t want that growl in his voice, but it was still there. Animalistic. Rasping.
“Maybe more of a problem than you think,” she told him, her eyes, her face, her scent-hell, he could scent her now-becoming demanding.
“No problems,” he informed her as her hands pressed against his chest.
“I want to taste you now.” She pushed against him, pressing him to the bed, shocking him with the demand.
Women wanted him to fuck them. They wanted him wild and hungry on their bodies, but Mercury had to admit this was the first time one had wanted to taste him.
And this one, he knew, could destroy him with her touch.
CHAPTER 12
Ria was surprised when Mercury submitted to her need that he lie back. He moved until he was in the middle of the bed, his savage features wicked, sensual. His tilted eyes, the flicker of blue in them, and the sexy quirk of his lips were enough to make any woman wet.
But his approval at her touch sent her juices spilling from her. That sexy grumbling little growl as she stroked her hands up his legs, moving between them, coming over him, made her heart race.
And his body. That body was definitely the talk of many a woman that had glimpsed it. The online blogs and Breed sighting websites were filled with talk of this body. Six-four and broad. Proportional. Legs that were muscular and strong, the strength and power beneath his flesh would bring out any woman’s more feminine instincts.
The instinct to submit beneath him. To have him cover her, take her, draw screams of pleasure from her.
But she hadn’t expected him to be willing to lie beneath her touch so easily. The male animal inside him was stronger than most men; she knew that just from the time she had spent with him. And he was hungry. Hard and aroused. The thick length of his cock rose from the heavy sac between his thighs, along the hard planes of his muscular abdomen.
Thickly veined, the flesh a golden bronze, matching the rest of his skin. But that heavy shaft was absent the fine pelt of body hair that covered the rest of his flesh.
It was silk over iron, the broad head throbbing, damp with pre-cum. And with a Breed, there was no need to worry about birth control or STDs. They were the perfect lovers. He would break her heart and she knew it.
But until then, she could enjoy. She lowered her head and stroked her tongue along the length of his erection, licking and stroking. She tasted the thick crest, drew the essence of him onto her tongue and moaned at the taste. It was like midnight. Like a fire burning in the hearth as a cold wind blew outside. Earthy. Not sweet, not tart, but clean and completely male. And she wanted more of it.
Her tongue flickered over the tiny slit, aware as she did so that his hands clenched in the comforter as he arched to her.
So much power. She could feel it throbbing in the air around them and beneath the broad head of his erection. And it filled her. The power of one woman over the sleek animalistic male beneath it. It was heady. An aphrodisiac all its own. And when she filled her mouth with him, that power intensified. His body tightened, his hips jerking as though he wanted to do nothing more than thrust into her mouth as he had taken her body earlier.
“Damn you,” his voice rumbled. “That’s so damned good, Ria.”
She licked as she sucked at the broad cock head. Teased and stroked and let her senses fill with him. The taste of him, the heat of him.
One hand lifted from the blankets, cupped the side of her face, and he watched her. As though the experience were special, as though he had never had a woman suck him into her mouth.
How could any woman resist? The sight of the blue intensifying in his eyes made her crazy with lust. The small taste she’d had of his semen had her craving more, as though it were addictive. As though the taste of him were all she needed to survive.
She worked her mouth over his straining cock head, sucked it to the back of her mouth, flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside and moaned at the dark arousal filling her when his hands clenched in her hair.
She had never liked the power games men played in bed. The pain that they believed would force submission of her sexuality to them. The calculation in each act. With Mercury, there was none of that, but each hard tug at her hair had her moaning with pleasure. She liked it with him. It wasn’t calculated. It was pleasure. It was the man following her into that shadowed realm of hungers that she knew had never been sated until his touch. And then, it had only been satisfied until he touched her again.
“Beautiful,” he groaned. “The feel of your mouth, Ria. Damn.” He arched, pressing more into her mouth as she retreated.
She wrapped her fingers around the heavy stalk of flesh, with no hope of surrounding it completely, and stroked. Her lips slid from the head, caressed down the shaft, and she licked and sucked at the tight sac below, as his hands deepened the fire in her scalp.
She felt the scrape of his nails against her head. Those blunted claws, the physical representation of the animal inside him, and she nearly came from the feel of it.
Her clit was swollen, throbbing. Need was knifing through her body, and the hunger for more of him was driving her mouth.
“Keep this up, Ria, I’ll come.” His voice was thick, almost a purr itself, with a growl throbbing beneath it. “I’m going to fill that pretty mouth if you don’t stop.”
She sucked him deeper, tightening her lips and her mouth around the broad head and working it with her tongue, with the roof of her mouth. She loved it, laved it; she moaned around it.
His hand tightened more and she whimpered with the ecstatic pleasure. She sucked him more, needing his taste. She needed it, ached for it.
“Ria. Damn you.” He pulled at her hair again.
Moving one hand from his cock, she raked her nails down his thighs and would have cried out at the force with which his hips jerked.
His hands held her still then; a snarl left his lips and his seed spurted hard, hot, filling her mouth with that wild taste as she fought to consume each heated pulse.
She was almost coming herself from the sheer excitement of it, the taste of him. The taste was like fire, burning through her cells and filling her with something just as wild as the lust burning between them.
When she had taken all he had to give her, he surprised her again. Shocked her. He pulled her along his body, gripped her hips, and before she realized his intention he’d buried several hard inches inside the weeping depths of her pussy.
He was still aroused. Still iron-hard and hungry.
Resisting the force of his hands, she lifted, opening her eyes to stare down at him before she took those inches again, working herself on the thick intrusion and loving every second of it.