Full Contact (Worth the Fight #2) - Sidney Halston Page 0,35

Remember? Hot, crazed, lusty sex against the wall, blah blah blah.”

“That was it? That was your fantasy? Come on, I know you have something else in there.” He tapped her head.

“No, seriously. I just wanted a freakin’ orgasm.”

“You’ve had orgasms before, babe.” He rose up on one elbow to look at her face. “Haven’t you?”

“Tell your ego to relax. I’ve had good sex before you; it was just a little boring. Never ended with an orgasm. But it wasn’t bad.”

“By definition, sex without an orgasm is bad sex,” he huffed. “So, you had never had an orgasm before me?”

“I didn’t say that. I just never had one with a man.” She slid under the covers and covered her face.

He laughed. “With a woman, then?”

From under the covers she stretched out an arm and slapped his shoulder. She said something in a muffled voice.

“Excuse me? What did you mumble in there?”

“I said, only when I touch myself.”

“Why are you hiding? Come out of there.”

“Because now you know.” When she poked her head out, her cheeks were flushed.

“I know what? That your two exes were fucking idiots?”

“No. Not that. Now you know that I”—she leaned in as if she were giving him information critical to national security—“touch myself.”

Slade threw his head back and roared a laugh. “I already knew that, Jess.”

“You did? How?”

“I didn’t know know. But I figured you did. Everyone does it.” Then, as if he’d been suddenly enlightened, his lips curved in a devilish grin. “Actually, that’s my fantasy.”

“What is?”

“Seeing you touch yourself.”

“Ha! Well, that fantasy isn’t gonna happen, buddy, so find another one.”

“Oh, it will.” In one swift move he was on her. “I can just picture it. Your beautiful white skin beginning to flush, your cheeks red, your breath jagged, and your long hair a messy disaster. First…” He grabbed her right hand, brought it to his mouth, and sucked each and every finger. She felt herself melt at the first contact of his tongue; by the time he had finished sucking on the fifth, her heart was pounding against her chest. “First you run your fingers down your chest.” He moved to her side, giving her room, his hand leading her hand. “Down and down until you find your wet pussy.”

Her eyes were glazed over with lust. His hand over hers, he began to move her hand in small circles as he spoke. Her eyes closed, and then she felt his hands leave hers. “Baby, keep going.” She hesitated for a moment but was too turned on to stop. She continued to move her hand, losing herself in the sensation. Forgetting for a brief moment that Slade stood there looking at her in her most private of moments, she slipped a finger inside herself, and her back arched.

“Holy fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She abruptly opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of the bed, his hand on his rock-hard dick. He reached forward, linked his arms around her thighs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She squealed, but he urged her to continue. “Don’t stop, Jessica, keep touching yourself,” he whispered, his voice deep and desperate. She closed her eyes and continued. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever done. Hell, it was more erotic then any fantasy she’d ever had. When she opened her eyes, on the verge of climax, Slade was gone. She looked left, then right, and then got up on her elbows before suddenly being assaulted—in the best possible way.

He was on his knees and his mouth was on hers. She couldn’t help but try to watch. It was hard, because the sensation was taking over and she couldn’t stay on her elbows any longer. He sucked and licked over and over again. When he slid one finger in her, she bucked and squeezed his head with her thighs. He didn’t stop. His finger went in and out as his tongue worked its magic. She writhed and squeezed harder. “Fuck! Slade, oh my God…”

He continued to lick even as the massive orgasm ripped through her body in a violent burst, leaving her limp. But he was obviously not ready to call it a night. Still wordless, in one swift move he stood up, scooped her off the bed, and plunged into her. How and when he’d put the condom on she didn’t know.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips. His hands went around her waist and he