Perfect Fit (Serendipity's Finest) - By Carly Phillips Page 0,57

his mouth. A wave of sensation struck and she felt the pull as if he were suckling on her bare skin. She arched her back and he bit lightly. More excitement whizzed through her, moisture seeped into her panties, and actual tremors shook her body.

He slid a hand beneath her shirt and into her bra, tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. All the while, he continued to torture the first breast with long delicious pulls and mini love bites, reading her body and what she needed with perfection. Soon she was writhing against his erection and feeling an ever-increasing arousal beating at her harder and faster.

Mike lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Let go, baby,” he urged before returning to his task. He pinched with his hand, bit with his teeth, and white-hot bursts of light shimmered around her as her orgasm exploded. She was lost, rocking against him, when suddenly he grabbed her hips and held her tight, keeping his hard, hot length against her as she came and came.

Afterward, Cara discovered she hadn’t been the only one to climax, and Mike mumbled something about feeling like he was seventeen again. Laughing, they’d moved from the couch to the shower where she’d washed him thoroughly, learning his body in a way she’d never done with another man. He’d reciprocated the favor and they fell into her bed, damp and clean, but she was nowhere near exhausted.

“Mike?” she asked at the same time he pulled her against his gloriously naked body.

“Yeah?”

“You tired?”

In response, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms over her head against the mattress. “Are you?” he asked, staring into her eyes.

She shook her head, and a sexy grin edged his lips.

“Okay then.” Mike let other parts of his body talk for him, sliding his erection back and forth across the lips of her sex.

“Mmm,” she said, moaning at the intimate friction that felt so good.

“Like that?” he asked, doing it some more, his penis coming into direct contact with her sex.

“Oh, yes.” She threw her head back and moaned.

He shifted until he held her wrists with one hand and slid his free one between their bodies, positioning himself at her opening. “You ready for me, baby?”

Cara thought she purred.

In the back of her mind, she knew what he’d called her, but now that she’d told him the truth, the word had lost its former power. This wasn’t a man demeaning her and making demands. This was a man looking to thoroughly ravish her.

She bent her legs in welcome. Mike’s eyes darkened and he thrust deep, wholly possessing her.

“Holy shit.” His entire body shuddered.

She understood. She felt him everywhere, filling her up inside while his hot body blanketed her outside. And then he began to move in a sensual glide as he picked up rhythm and tempo. Holding on to her wrists, he still managed to drive into her harder and faster each time. It didn’t matter that she’d just come a little while ago; he played her body that well and soon she was on her way once more, waves rushing at her from all sides as the pleasure grew.

She met each thrust with wild abandon, relishing the feelings he inspired. The way he covered her with his body caused a building friction to grow with each slam of his erection thick and full inside her. Her orgasm started as a slow tingle deep but when he came, shouting her name, he threw her up and over.

Wave after wave overwhelmed her. “Oh, oh, oh, God, Michael, harder!” She barely recognized her hoarse shout.

Somehow he heard. He obeyed, pistoning into her over and over until the dizzying waves subsided and he fell over her, crushing her into the mattress.

She didn’t think she could move. Didn’t want to. When Mike rolled off her, easing himself out of her, she felt the loss. Then he shifted positions and suddenly pulled her against him tight.

“Night, baby,” he murmured. And fell asleep.

Mike awoke feeling…different. Something had changed last night; he knew that even before opening his eyes. He lay on his back, his usual sleep position, Cara sprawled over him, her head on his chest, one leg wrapped around his. No feeling of suffocation in sight despite the fact that they’d connected last night. Really connected.

Like most guys, Mike considered himself an expert on sex. What went on between him and Cara went beyond. Each time they were together, something profound shifted inside him.