to watch her face, to witness the sheer beauty of her orgasm won out…again. He loved watching her face flush, her eyes dilate, how the color of her eyes darkened to deep, mysterious blue before softening and losing focus.
He followed the deliberate sway of her hips toward the bed. The scrap of purple lace panties barely covered the cheeks of her ass. At the last minute, inches from the mattress, she did a ninety degree turn and headed for the bathroom.
“Be right back.” Her eyes sparkled teasingly. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Her gaze dropped to his straining cock before she strutted to the bathroom, her cheeky ass swaying more than ever. The bathroom door closed behind her with a solid thud.
Well…hell…
He scowled down at his upright, disappointed cock and thought for all of two seconds about fisting himself off. That would show her, right? Sure, nothing like cutting off your dick to spite your balls.
Instead, he headed for the bathroom himself. No fucking way was he waiting on the mattress for her like some inexperienced, adolescent dickwad. But instead of opening the door and following her inside, he parked himself a couple of feet to the right of the bathroom door, folded his arms, and waited.
After a couple of seconds of silence, the toilet flushed, and the faucet turned on. Okay—so maybe this maneuver of hers hadn’t been a tease. Maybe she’d actually had business in there. Not that it made his play any different.
When the door opened, she started to turn to the left, but she must have caught a glimpse of him, because she suddenly spun toward him.
Perfect.
Bending slightly, he caught her around the waist and flipped her over his shoulder.
Her muffled scream was part laugh and part shock. As he carried her back toward the bed, he wedged his free hand—the one that wasn’t locked around the back of her knees—in between her thighs, and beneath that lacey scrap of underwear.
She was already wet. Already ready for him.
Thank Christ, because that little detour of hers had reduced his control by a good fifty percent. When he reached the bed, he dropped her onto the middle of the mattress and followed her down.
That bra needed to go, so did the panties.
But first he had some tasting to do. He started at that sensitive patch of skin along the side of her neck that always revved her heart and pulse. The first nip was lazy, the next playful. She quivered as he skimmed his teeth over her skin, her breath coming faster and faster.
When she worked her hands between their chests and pushed, he ignored her silent demand to roll over. It was his turn to control the speed and depth. His turn to control his cock. His turn to decide on slow and languid or fast and hard. His turn to watch her come apart beneath him.
She writhed against him as he trailed his lips down the side of her neck, the gold chain sliding silky and cool across his mouth. Nipping and suckling, he allowed his lips to roam over her collarbone and down her chest.
The green and blue amulet sat an inch or so above the hollow between her breasts. He nudged it aside and suckled the patch of flesh it had warmed. She whimpered softly, her hands drifting up from his chest to dive into his hair, her fingers digging into his scalp.
The lacey strip of fabric between the cups of her breasts was an unnecessary annoyance, so he removed it with one quick jerk, shredding the lace.
“You—” She arched up, as his mouth settled into that warm, fragrant hollow of bare skin between her breasts “—ass.” Her voice cracked as he suckled the side of her breast. “…bra…expensive.”
“I’ll buy you a dozen more.” And probably rip every one of them in his quest to get them off her.
She twisted beneath him as he took her nipple between his teeth and gently bore down. While she was distracted with that sensual assault, his right hand wandered down her belly and slid between her thighs. He timed the rubbing of her clit to the sucking of her nipple and smiled at the way her heart took off, like she was in the race of her life.
Taking his time, he worked his way down her abdomen, smiling again at the ripple of muscles beneath his mouth. She might like to be in charge, but from the moans and twists and shivers taking place beneath him,