Wilde Thing

The overwhelming pressure of his stiff male shaft rubbing against her intimate flesh, along with the friction of coarse denim stroking wet cotton, all combined to give her body the climax it had been craving for hours. Days. Weeks.

Sensations as exquisite as they were intense rippled through her in undulating waves of passion, beckoning her to let go. Curling her fingers into tight fists at her sides, she continued to move sinuously on his muscular thigh until her entire body began to shake. Tearing her mouth from his, she finally took her pleasure with a soft, keening cry of release.

If Steve hadn't had her pinned to the wall with his powerful body, she would have sunk to the ground in a boneless heap.

He nuzzled his way along her neck with soft, damp kisses until his mouth reached her ear. 'Do you want more?'

'Yes,' she said breathlessly, uncaring that she sounded greedy. It had been so long, and the orgasm had felt so good, but she knew once wasn't going to be nearly enough. Not if he was offering more. 'But not like this. Untie me.'

'Not yet.'

Their bodies separated only long enough for Steve to unzip the skirt still twisted around her hips and yank that article of clothing and her panties ruthlessly down her legs and off, leaving only her blouse and bra knotted around her waist, which provided no covering at all. His eyes flickered appreciatively down the length of her bared body, still damp in places from the water he'd spritzed onto her skin, making her unbearably aware of her wanton appearance.

'This is one of my fantasies,' he murmured, his burning gaze coming to a halt at the crux of her thighs. 'Having you at my complete mercy.'

And she was. He could do absolutely anything he wanted to her… and she knew she'd let him.

Lifting a hand, he glided one long finger through the thatch of blond hair covering her mons and traced the line between her delicate nether lips-a soft butterfly stroke that made her tremble all over again. She moaned and jutted her hips eagerly toward him, and he rewarded her with another brush of his fingertip, just enough to tease but not appease the renewed hunger building within her.

Her sex felt swollen, slick with her own desire, and his illicit caress was driving her mad. She rolled her head back against the wall, willing to beg for what she yearned for. 'Steve… please.'

He rested his forearm next to her head, bringing her face to face with his bold, masculine features even as he lazily continued exploring the silken textures of her female flesh. She could see the restrained arousal blazing in his bright blue eyes, could feel his chest graze her aching breasts with each deep breath he drew.

He inclined his head impudently, giving her the impression that he could go on touching her just like this for hours. 'Please, what?'

She licked her dry lips. 'You promised me more.'

His smile was full of sinful intent. 'Umm. So I did.'

He didn't give her what she expected-another quick, blinding orgasm. No, instead he lowered his gaze to the bountiful display of flesh he'd yet to pleasure. Her breasts grew tight in anticipation, her nipples puckering so hard they were almost painful.

Dipping his head, he rubbed his cheek against that pillowy softness, his dark, midnight stubble rasping deliciously across the tender tips. When his lips brushed across one of those beaded knots of flesh, she nearly wept with relief. His tongue lapped and swirled until he finally drew a nipple into his hot, wet mouth and suckled her. At the same time he pushed a finger deep inside her, and she gasped at the unexpected invasion. Before she could recover from that sensual assault, his teeth gently tugged at her nipple and he added a second finger, stretching her to accommodate him, making her whimper at the dual sensations he'd inflicted upon her.

Her mind slid into a long, slow spin, yet her entire body tensed when she felt him work the tip of a third finger into her. 'Stop,' she panted. 'No more.'

He immediately heeded her request but didn't remove the first two fingers still embedded deep within her. 'You're so damn tight,' he groaned against her breast.

She managed a burst of hoarse laughter. 'I think it's a combination of it being a long time for me, and you having very big hands and long, thick fingers.'

'Yeah, I do.' He nipped at the underside of her jaw and laved his tongue down her throat. 'And if you feel this snug with two fingers, then my cock is in for a real tight fit.'

The image brought another rush of moisture spiraling down to her core, along with a tingling warmth right where he'd delved the pad of his thumb against the hood of her sex. The steady pressure was agonizing, and she knew she'd have to ask for what she wanted, what she needed. 'Steve… make me come.'

He obliged her, stroking her with a knowing touch. That easily, he sent her over the edge again, her insides clenching in a deep, wrenching throb of pleasure. Before she fully recovered from that climax, before she had a chance to catch her breath and regain her equilibrium, Steve was on his knees in front of her, his dark hair an erotic contrast to her lightly tanned skin.

The tribal band encircling his upper arm flexed as he splayed his hands on her quivering thighs and pushed them farther apart, giving her no choice but to obey his command. His palms slid upward, and he used his thumbs to open her wide, to expose the tender nub of flesh hidden between her legs.

He groaned like a dying man and leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. His unshaven cheek chafed her thigh, and his breath gusted over her sex just before he tasted her with a long, slow lick. The air in her lungs felt trapped, and when he used his lush tongue to push delicately inside her, all she could manage was a whimper of sound. He leisurely slipped in and out of her feminine folds, leaving wet, burning trails in the wake of his languorous and very intimate French kiss.

He found her pulsing clit, and his tongue circled it with wet flicks and slow, suctioning swirls, accelerating her heart rate off the charts. Then his lips closed over her, and he took her eagerly, hotly, greedily, sending her over the razor-sharp edge of another orgasm.

She braced herself for another wild ride, and this time she came with a white-hot burst of passion that made her hips buck and her back arch away from the wall. Unable to stand being constrained by her blouse any longer, she tugged, hard, and loosened the tie around her waist. Another fierce yank, and the material completely unraveled, making her realize that she could have freed herself at any time.

Threading her fingers through Steve's hair, she grasped the strands in her fist and pulled his mouth away. 'Oh, God, no more,' she uttered on a long, shuddering breath. 'Please.'

He laughed huskily and leaned forward to nip at her soft belly. 'We'll see,' he said, mocking her with the same words she'd spoken earlier.

She pulled his head back before he could distract her again, forcing him to look up at her, instead of her naked body, though his gaze did stray to her breasts. His eyes were dark and fevered with desire, his lips damp with her essence, and in his subservient kneeling position, he looked like a slave worshiping his mistress.

A tiny thrill shot through her. Standing above him, and currently the one in control, she realized she sort of liked being on the dominant end of things.

'Are you threatening me with another orgasm?' Her tone was playfully imperious.

'Baby,' he rasped, a shameless, bad-boy grin making an appearance, 'I'd say it's more of a promise. I'm not done with you yet.'

In one fluid, agile movement, he stood, his muscles shifting as he straightened. In another flash, he hefted her over his shoulder and had her dangling upside down with her bottom in the air and his strong arms wrapped around her thighs- proving to her who was really the master in this scenario.

'Where's your bedroom?' he demanded as he headed through the small living room and toward the darkened hallway.

'The first room on the left,' she said, and seconds later he unceremoniously flipped her onto her back in the middle of her double-size mattress.

The room was dark with shadows, and the sound of him releasing the leather strap from his belt buckle sent a frisson of excitement unfurling in her belly. Wanting to see that magnificent body of his completely naked, she reached over to the side of the bed and snapped on the small lamp on the night-stand, illuminating the room in an