Sweat trickled down his neck as he became lost in the pleasure of her expert mouth. Her velvet tongue worked harder as she switched tactics. Small, urgent, short flicks around his tip evolved into long determined strokes down his length.
Her tongue played around his heavy sac, forcing it to draw tight inside his body as pleasure forked through him. She pulled one ball into her mouth and suckled, drawing an orgasm from his dick. Sweet Jesus, that was all he could take. He gripped her head to ease her off his cock. He was going to come.
“Cat…” he growled between clenched teeth. His muscles began to clench. “Cat…the bed…now. I want to be inside you when I come.”
She glanced up at him, her gaze revealing her every emotion. When their glances met something special, unique passed between them. The warmth and emotion in her eyes spoke volumes. She felt the same way about him.
He felt a tug in his gut.
Maybe it was higher.
And a little to the left.
He lowered his voice. “Sweetheart, let me make love to you on the bed.”
Cat smiled up at him and gave an erotic whimper. Her soft feminine features pulled at his heart as a bolt of emotionally charged energy arced between them.
She glanced at the bed. “I’ve never had sex on silk sheets before.”
His jaw slackened open, clearly appalled. “Then Cat, my love, you haven’t been treated properly. Tonight I’m going to rectify that.”
Sam was right. No man had ever treated her so properly. Not only did Sam care about her pleasures, but he was eager for them as well. Her heart tightened in her chest as she met his glance. She gazed deep into his eyes and met longing. There was something different in the way he looked at her. Was it possible he saw her as something more than a lab rat?
She stood, took a small step back, and removed her clothes. Gaze riveted, Sam’s mouth curved enticingly as he watched her step from her jeans and slowly inch down her panties. She shivered as a chill prowled through her.
“Cat…” His soft voice pulled her in. “I want you so much.”
Sam made a swift move and put his arms around her, firing her blood. She shimmied closer, tangled her arms around his neck, and locked her legs around his hips as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, sprawling her across a splash of silk sheets.
The silk felt cool against her heated flesh. He leaned over her. His gaze held her captive as he pressed his lips over hers. His kiss was full of passion, tenderness, emotion. “I need to taste you again, Cat.”
Her heart pounded and her breath stalled. Her pussy muscles began to undulate and clench at his promising words.
Positioning himself between her spread legs, he leaned in close. With a feathery light caress he pulled open her swollen folds. She shuddered as he inhaled her aroused scent.
He looked at her with such desire she thought she’d melt all over the sheets. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice harsh, rough. He pushed one finger inside her drenched pussy, the pad of his thumb nudging her clitoris. Rhythmically, he eased in and out of her quivering channel. She moaned and pitched forward.
He growled at her responsiveness. “Your responses make me wild.”
He pulled his finger all the way out, cupped her backside, and lifted her ass off the bed. He brought his mouth close to her pussy and inhaled. His nostrils flared. “You smell so good.” His warm breath heated her nether lips to the boiling point.
“Please, Sam…” she begged. With that he answered her urgent plea and sank his mouth into her heat, feasting on her.
She arched right off the bed. “Oh Sam!”
“You are so hot, Cat.”
The room began to spin as Sam seared her clit with his tongue. His fingers moved back inside her needy fissure to play with her oversensitized G-spot. Her head whipped to the side; her throat went dry. She licked her lips and took deep gulping breaths as the pressure of an orgasm mounted.
“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you again.”
His words, his voice, and the tenderness in his eyes pushed her over the edge. He sucked harder on her clit, drawing it into his mouth, playing with it.
She opened her mouth in a silent gasp as stars danced before her eyes. She thrust forward; her body convulsed. Powerful emotions surged through her as a wave of liquid heat rushed to his mouth. Every nerve in her body vibrated and burned from sensory overload, but she couldn’t tell whether it was from the serum or from being with the man she loved.
He climbed up her body and lightly, lovingly brushed his lips over hers. He grabbed a condom from the side table and slipped it on. Nestling back between her legs, his cock probed her opening as his gaze bore into the depths of her soul. He brushed her hair from her face. Her heart jumped. His intimate touch was different. Less physical, more emotional.
She touched his cheek, her need for him completely overwhelming her. “Sam, make love to me.”
“My pleasure.” He closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her gasp as he plunged into her. She held him tight, hugging him as his lovemaking stirred all her emotions. God, he felt so wonderful. She’d never experienced such raw, intense need in her life.
He pumped, she arched, and all rational thought dissolved. Balancing on his arms, his muscles tightened and flexed. Together they established a rhythm. His heat reached out to her, curling around her, warming her from the inside out.
His voice was low, rough. “You are so hot and tight, Cat. I won’t last.”
“I’m already there again, Sam,” she whispered, running her fingers though his hair, pulling, tugging, needing all of him, yet not able to get him close enough.
She drew him to her.
