Where Winter Finds You (Black Dagger Brotherhood #18)- J.R Ward Page 0,60
underneath totally did not disappoint. He had a hard, ribbed stomach, and a hard, heavy set of pecs, and a hard, wide shoulder span. Oh, and talk about firelight. His dark skin was smooth across the expanse of all his muscles, and the illumination moved restlessly over the ridges and hollows of his torso. He had no tattoos that she could see, but he had scarifications across his chest and abdomen—she didn’t recognize what they symbolized, but she assumed it was a Shadow tradition.
And he was a fighter. That was absolutely in his background somewhere, somehow.
Before she could get to begging, Trez’s fingers went to his belt, and deftly worked the gold H buckle loose. With a slow, sexy show, he pulled the leather strap out of the loops and tossed it aside. Then he freed the button and unzipped his zipper.
When he released his hold, the pants went down in a rush—
Commando. Very commando. Totally and completely… commando.
As Therese focused on his erection, its incredible length and girth would have been intimidating if she hadn’t known that its fit was perfect for her. In her.
Trez laughed with a guttural sound as he kicked off his loafers and stepped out of those pants. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to lose it right now.”
“Then lose it. I want to watch.”
“You do?”
Therese scooted back and patted the rug next to her. “Come. Here.”
His smile was volcanic, his lids lowering to half-mast as his palm gripped his shaft. With a hiss, his fangs clamped down on his lower lip, and as he walked forward, he stroked himself in a lazy way that was anything but lazy.
Lowering himself to the floor, he put his head by hers, his long legs stretching out. “Am I doing this right?” he drawled.
His hand went up and down, pausing at the head, squeezing. And as she watched him, she let her fingertips tickle her nipples.
“I think you need to do it faster.”
“Really?” He leaned in and brushed her lips with his own. “Like this?”
As he stroked himself with more speed, she felt her body melt into the faux fur beneath her. In contrast to their first coupling, this privacy—well, now that the groceries had been delivered—and all the delicious time ahead of them took the edge off her greed. They had the rest of the night.
And maybe the day, too. Although she didn’t want to think like that.
Everything was so good in this moment. She wanted to stay here forever.
“Faster,” she whispered close to his mouth.
The purr that came up his throat made her vibrate inside her own skin, and she touched his chest… his arm, which was carved with contracted muscles… his stomach, which had deep cuts under his skin. As her hand moved downward, he arched up to her touch, his hips undulating, his hand pausing.
“I want to help you,” she said.
Trez dropped the hold on his cock like the thing had burned his palm. “Take over. Do anything you want to me—”
“I will.” She smiled as she pushed herself up, her heavy breasts swinging as she repositioned herself on all fours.
Putting her hand over the one he’d removed, she returned his grip to his shaft, and worked things up and down by guiding his wrist. “That’s it. Good male.”
Trez seemed momentarily disappointed that he was back to self-propulsion, so to speak. But she knew what she was doing.
Well… actually, she’d never done anything like what was about to happen before. But with him? With her shadow lover made flesh? She was uninhibited in ways she not only had never been, but also could never have guessed she could be.
“Keep going,” she whispered, “my lover.”
When he groaned and arched again, his magnificent body so aroused, so powerful in the firelight, she planted one set of hands/feet on the far side of his thighs.
Then she leaned down, bringing her face close to the tip of his erection.
“I want you to finish…” she said in a husky voice.
As his eyes flared wide and flashed with a mysterious peridot light, she opened her mouth.
You know, just so he was clear what she wanted.
* * *
Trez lost it. Totally fucking ripped-to-the-core, out-of-his-mind, batshit lost it.
The orgasm shot out of him and went into his female, and the sight of where it ended up was so erotic, his lids slammed down. Which was exactly what he did not want. He wanted to watch, he wanted to see—
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted as his lids popped open again.