“Cass?” he called out, his footsteps growing closer, his deep voice causing her nipples to pucker into tight peaks.
She curled her fingers into the sheets. “In here,” she replied.
He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the wooden frame, taking her in. His gaze slid from her face down to her chest, lingering on her bare breasts, her stomach, pausing at her sex before moving on down to her toes. When he finished his slow perusal, he worked his way upward again.
“Wow,” he finally said, appreciation in his gaze.
The long stare gave her time for arousal to take hold, for her body to light up with sparks of need.
“You like?” she asked.
A sinful smile eased across his lips in reply. He lifted his sweater over his head, tossing it to the floor, revealing his broad, muscled chest. A light sprinkling of hair dusted his skin and traveled a path down into the waistband of his jeans, which he quickly removed, taking his underwear with them. One strong arm was tattooed, covered in a gorgeous sleeve, but her gaze quickly moved lower. At the first glance of his large erection, she swallowed hard, her entire body trembling with desire.
He wrapped a hand around his straining length and pumped his hand up and down the long shaft. A drop leaked out of the head, and it was all she could do not to moan out loud at the sight.
She patted the bed beside her. “Join me,” she said, her skin tingling with the need for his touch.
“With pleasure.” He strode over to her slowly, clearly more comfortable with his nudity than she was with hers.
He slid a hip on the bed, and then he was beside her, pulling her into his arms. His cock pressed insistently against her thigh, causing tremors of awareness to shoot through her body. The desire to feel him took hold, and she reached over, wrapping a hand around his cock.
He groaned at her touch. He was long and thick, and her sex contracted at the thought of him gliding fast and deep inside her. She took pleasure in the sleek feel of him gliding through her hands.
And when his mouth came down on hers, his tongue began to thrust and tangle with hers. She pumped her hand along his length in time to the momentum of the kiss. Her palm glided over the velvety-soft skin of his erection. Over the rigidness beneath. She couldn’t wait to feel him thrust hard inside her.
With care, she slid her thumb over the sticky pre-come on the head of his cock, and he tore his mouth from hers, gasping for breath. “Damn. I don’t know what’s better. The feel of your hand or your mouth.”
She grinned. “Decisions, decisions.” She definitely wasn’t used to having power, and she liked that she could cause this sexy, confident man to shake with need. For her.
He grasped both wrists and pushed her back against the pillow, throwing one leg over her waist and straddling her body with his stronger one. “You’re teasing a man on the edge.”
From the way his cock glided over her damp sex, leaking from the tip, he wasn’t joking.
“Far be it from me to tease you.” She lifted her hips and rocked her pelvis against his, intending to tempt him further. Instead she was tormenting herself, need washing over her in unexpected waves.
He ground his hips into her body, and he felt so good, his hips pressing into hers. “Princess, you are killing me.”
“But what a way to go, right?” she asked, her gaze holding on to his. And soon they were lost in another soul-touching, spell-binding kiss.
He gripped her wrists in his hands and rocked into her, simulating sex, his cock gliding over her clit, back and forth, over and over until she began the climb toward climax. Her body undulated beneath his, his erection rubbing against the exact right point of contact.
Pleasure took hold, her body quaking, on the precipice of ultimate gratification. “Oh God.”
He released her hands and grasped his cock, gliding it over her sex hard, and she shattered, her climax rolling through her in delicious waves. She lost herself to sensation and his ability make her orgasm last.
And last.
Until she finally opened her eyes, small contractions still racking her body, to find him staring at her, a pleased look in his eyes. One that immediately turned hungry.
He obviously wasn’t finished with her yet. He rolled to the side and pulled open his nightstand drawer, producing a condom, which he deftly rolled on. And then he was over her again, the head of his erection poised at her slick entrance.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Then hold on because I’ve been dying to get inside you for too damn long.”
He started gently, pressing into her, and she felt him, the head of his cock parting her sex, then filling her completely, pressing into her, inch by inch until he was as far as he could go. She gasped at his size, so big she felt him everywhere, and she arched up, her inner walls contracting around him.