His weakness. Frightened. Courageous. Stubborn. His.
As her straining body let go, and her back settled into a sexy arch that was relaxed rather than bowed under the pressure of her climax, he pulled free of the tight clasp her pussy was holding him in and rolled her over. She appeared boneless, and his balls throbbed with the need to fill her as he watched the languid movement of her arms as they landed above her head. Her hair was a dark cloud on the bed cover.
He reached out to hook a strand and pulled it from where it had caught on her long eyelashes. “Open your eyes.”
She did, and the minute he saw the glimmer of what could only be described as sated bliss, he got himself by the base and worked the head of his cock back into her tightness. He watched intently as his length was swallowed by the small wavy lips of this glistening paradise he would use so hard. This bare little slit. She fit around him like a custom-made glove of the finest leather. A hot, tight, wet leather that made something at the base of his skull buzz with pleasure.
“You will no longer wax this pussy.”
Her brow quirked at his first decree, but it was a faint movement. “Really.”
“You will let your hair grow in, and I will trim it in a way that pleases me.”
“Dream on,” she murmured as her body rippled in the most beautiful wave from an effortless roll of her hips. “I keep it bare because it makes me feel clean and I like it smooth.”
“And how often do you feel its smoothness?”
Her eyes slid up to his from where she’d been watching his stomach. “Often.”
“Show me.”
“Sorry. I’m not comfortable enough with you to masturbate on command.”
His lip quirked. He was buried to the root in her body, connected as intimately as two people could be, and she wasn’t comfortable enough to allow him the pleasure of seeing her long fingers fondle her clitoris.
He gave in. Reluctantly. But would come back to it later. “Your body was created for sex, Yasmeen.” He pulled her down by the hips to meet his thrust, savoring her moan. “There is no other explanation. The pull I feel is just too strong for it to be anything else. Tell me how many other men you have drawn in since I last had you.”
Her long legs wrapped around his thighs and she again performed that graceful little wave that allowed her to fuck herself on his shaft. Stunning, her abandonment to the pleasure. He remembered that first night with her, the natural eroticism that had oozed from her the moment he’d gotten her alone. She hadn’t been shy or self-conscious about her bodies needs. She’d been open and free. He hadn’t expected that. In the gallery, and then at the restaurant, she’d appeared polished and untouchable. Naturally, he’d needed to touch. Once he’d gotten her to his penthouse, she’d morphed into that eager, greedy little lover, and they’d enjoyed each other for hours. Since he’d been in meetings all that week and had been going on little-to-no sleep, he’d slipped away and hadn’t stirred when she’d left him before dawn.
“You make me sound like a black widow.”
He looked up from where he was swirling his thumb around the pink button that was deliciously swollen. Every pass he made over it made her abs jerk tight. He tested her by sending his thumb front-to-back then side-to-side then he went back to circling. Front-to-back was the winner, so he discarded the other two and licked his thumb before getting it in place again. That small taste and the scent of her that saturated his nose had a fresh wave of arousal flooding through him to pool in his shaft.
“I want my mouth on you, but my cock will not allow it. To leave this hot grip is currently out of the question.”
Her lips curved with satisfaction. She liked that he wanted her. That he was enjoying her. He would keep that in mind and use it when she tested his authority.
“Bring me your mouth.”
She tsked as she came up. “Such a demanding rich guy.”
He pulled back an inch before her lips met his. “Does my money excite you, Yasmeen?”
She shook her head, her eyes on his mouth. “Nah. It makes me edgy.” She pushed up with her hands that were pressed into the mattress behind her and led the kiss with her tongue. It slipped through, and