There was something delicious seeing Shelby undone like this, moaning beneath him on the rug and rubbing herself against him as he rolled and pulled her nipples with just the right amount of tension to elicit little moans of pleasure from her. Her fingernails dug into his ass and she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs, holding him hard against her—as if there was any other place he wanted to be.
Swirling his tongue around her extended nipple, he pressed against her damp center. Fuck. This was going to kill him. He’d come in his joggers if he didn’t give his aching cock a time-out. While coming with Shelby would be good, coming inside her and feeling her tighten around him would be so much better. So he untangled himself from her legs and slid lower down her body, sliding her yoga pants over her hips as he went lower. Then he sat back on his heels and looked at the woman spread out before him.
“God, you’re beautiful. I could look at you all night.”
She glided her hand over her body, over her tits, down her flat stomach, and through the tight ebony curls between her thighs. The house could explode around them and he wouldn’t have been able to look away from her at this moment—something her knowing chuckle acknowledged. It took some effort, but he tore his gaze away from her pussy and back to her face.
“Yes, I’m definitely getting warmer, but I’m pretty sure I can get even hotter.”
“Is that a challenge from that snarky mouth of yours?” And his was dry at the moment. There was only so much a man could take, watching this little performance of hers.
She reached out to him, her fingers finding the elastic waistband of his pants. “You could always give me something else to taste.”
“Soon, but you’re too pretty not to taste,” he said, barely recognizing his own voice in the words of a man skating the edge of desperation.
Following his fingers, he dipped his head between her legs and traced his tongue down her center, relishing her responsive moan. It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted to feel her come. He spread her wide open with his fingers and devoted every bit of his fractured concentration to making her break apart. Licking, sucking, teasing, sliding one and then two fingers deep inside her, he drove her higher and higher until her thighs were quaking.
“Ian,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t planning on it, not when he had her so close that all she could do was lose herself in the feeling of it all. The angle of their position didn’t allow him the luxury of watching her face as she moved higher and higher; instead, he had to judge her reaction by the pitch of her moans and the shiver of her thighs. When her core muscles gripped his fingers in a rhythmic pulse that built with every stroke in and out, her core squeezed his fingers tight as she came, her entire body arching against him. Her moan of pleasure reverberated against his cock, making his balls tug up close to his body. It was exquisite torture, beating any imaginings he’d had.
“Oh my God,” she said, rolling onto her back, her breathing erratic. “That was just what I needed.”
…
Shelby was going to die a happy woman from all of this pleasure. But if she lived? Damn she’d be one lucky woman.
“Glad I could be of service,” he said between long, leisurely kisses.
“Oh, you’re not done.” Her fingertips skated down his body.
“I’m not?”
Her hand wrapped around his hard length. “I have condoms.”
“Hope you have enough of them.” Ian rolled her hard nipple to a stiff peak. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock again and again.”
Keeping her mouth busy exploring the line of his jaw as they lay side by side facing each other, Shelby deliberately stroked her hand up and down his hot length. It turned his words into a desperate groan that had her doing it again—only even slower. What could she say, there was just something about being in control of giving that kind of pleasure that turned her on. Leaning forward, she trailed kisses across his broad chest, dipping down from the top of his pecs to his flat nipples. The temptation to continue her way south made her mouth dry, but that’s not what she wanted. Not right now.
“Get on your back.”
A wry chuckle rumbled from his chest beneath her lips, but he complied. “You’re demanding.”
“And you better stay like that until I get back.” She got up and made a quick trip to the bathroom for a condom from her toiletry bag. When she got back, he was still lounging lazily stroking his cock. “You’re very good at following directions.”
“And what if I want to lead?” he asked, his hooded gaze traveling across her naked body as solid as a touch.
“You have to wait your turn.” Giving him a saucy look, she ripped the foil packet and took out the latex condom.
“Are you always this much of a hard-ass?” The question came out sure and cocky right up until the last two words, which just happened to be when she rolled the condom over his prick with deliberate care.
She didn’t bother to hide her grin. “When I know what I want, yes.”
A vein in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t make a move. “And what is it that you want?”
“This.” Tilting her hips a few degrees, she slid all the way down his length, letting her head fall back as she relished the feeling of oh-my-God-yes-that-is-amazing making her bite down on her bottom lip. It had officially been too long, because there was no way Ian should feel that good inside her, as if this was how sex was always supposed to feel.
His hands were on her hips a heartbeat later, tugging her forward, making her clit rub against him on each downward stroke. “Touch your tits.”
“Now
