lungs. She took him all the way in her mouth, and his hands grasped the blanket beneath them as he strained toward her. She trailed her tongue up and down, then around, savoring the hot, hard feel of him, loving the power she held over his body.
Tickling his balls with her fingernails, she quickened her pace, then slowed again when she could feel him tensing more.
“Yasmine,” he said, more a moan than a word. “Please.”
She stopped. “Please what?”
“I want you,” he whispered.
“Now?”
“Now.”
She grabbed the box of condoms, removed one, then opened the packet with her teeth. When she took his erection in her hand, their gazes met again for a moment.
She slid the condom on him, taking her time, playing her fingers along the ridges of his cock, exploring new territory. He was big, really big. Deliciously big. Her fingers grazed his balls again, and his eyes fluttered shut as he expelled a sigh of pleasure.
He did have tan lines, at his waist and on his thighs, but the most obvious ones were on his forearms, at his wrists.
“You surf?” she asked, imagining how cold the water must be this time of year, certainly cold enough to warrant a full-body wet suit.
“Yeah. You?”
“Hell, no. I like to look at the ocean, not get in it.”
He smiled. “It’s not so bad once you’re out there. Maybe I could give you lessons sometime.”
“I’ve got a different kind of sport in mind for us.”
His eyebrows quirked. “Something you need lessons for?”
“I don’t think I do. I’ve had some practice,” she said, straddling him again, then rocking her hips, rubbing her slick, wet center against his cock.
“Practice makes perfect.” His gaze was locked on hers as he lifted her hips and buried himself deep inside her.
Yasmine expelled a pent-up breath as he stretched her, as the sweet burning of her body molding to him became the single thought on her mind.
She covered his hands with hers as he massaged her breasts, and she began rocking her hips in a steady rhythm, getting to know his moves as he got to know hers. Tossing her hair over one shoulder, it became a curtain over their hands, over her breast.
Men loved her hair, she knew, and she’d always kept it long because it made her different. Alex took a chunk of it and roped it around his hand, gently exploring the texture.
The thumb of his other hand dipped between her legs to massage her clit, and she forgot everything but that incredible building of pressure.
Her pace quickened more as his cock probed deeper and deeper inside her, as her body coiled tighter and tighter until she knew she was only moments from climax.
And he stopped. Stilled her hips with his hands, hovering half in and half out of her.
“Not so fast,” he whispered, his own voice strained enough that she knew exactly the sort of self-control he possessed.
She leaned forward and licked his lower lip. “Finish what you’ve started.”
“Sex is like waiting for the perfect wave,” he said, then nipped her own lower lip gently with his teeth.
“I don’t remember agreeing to any lessons tonight.”
He flexed his cock inside her, creating a frenzy of sensation in her nether regions. “You’ve got to be patient,” he said. “Wait it out, and the payoff could be a ride you’ll never forget.”
ALEX FELT HIS HANDS tremble at the effort of restraining himself. His desire for Yasmine was like a force of nature, a cresting wave he could do nothing to stop, but had only to jump on and ride to shore.
And yet, he wanted to savor this. There might never be another night with this woman who’d haunted him so deeply for so long. No more careening toward the shore too quickly.
He grasped her hips and tugged her forward, tugging still when she resisted. She fell forward and kissed him, working her tongue against his the same way she’d worked it against his cock. And, damn had she ever worked his cock. It had taken every ounce of his self-control not to come in her mouth.
He broke the kiss. “I want to taste you.”
“You just did.”
“I want to taste your pussy.”
“Mmm, can’t argue with that,” she said, a smile playing on her damp lips.
She let him tug her hips forward then, until she was straddling his neck, holding onto the headboard for support, and he could flick out his tongue and taste her.
“Lower,” he commanded. And then he was there, his mouth against her, his tongue inside her where