Not now, asshole.
Tonight was for reminding her how good their chemistry was. He’d deal with the rest later.
He allowed himself a long moment to study every inch of her body. He loved the way her skin flushed a gorgeous shade of pink after the intensity of an orgasm. The way her nipples, now glistening with his saliva, darkened and swelled. The way her delicious cunt clamped down on his fingers and that final bite on her clit sent her flying over the edge. He was going to send her there again, but this time he’d be right along with her. All the familiar things of her body were still etched in his brain as if someone had drawn them on glass.
She was Randi. Her body, her scent, her sound, everything about her were as familiar as her name yet just like every other time, new and fresh and exciting. The magic was still there.
Thank god!
He had deliberately left his jeans on before, knowing that if he didn’t restrain his dick n some fashion he might very likely come without even being inside her. That was how strongly she affected him. That was how good their chemistry was together.
He lifted her long enough to strip back the covers and place her on the bed carefully arranged for him. Reaching for his jeans he took out the condoms he’d hopefully laced there before he left his hotel room. Then, after tossing all but one of them onto the nightstand, he positioned himself between her legs. Before he could go any further, however, Randi lifted herself up and pushed him onto his back.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like?”
Pressing on his shoulders she urged him to lay back. He saw the hunger in her eyes as her gaze swept over him. When it landed on his cock it felt as if she was actually touching him and he flexed in response.
“I see he’s still an eager beaver,” she teased.
“For you, Randi.” He deliberately made sure there was no teasing on his tone of voice. He had to get this message across to her. “Only for you.”
She stared at him for a very long time. The she reached her hand out and wrapped her fingers around his very swollen shaft. Squeezed. Squeezed again. He flexed in her hand, wishing he was inside her mouth or better yet, in the wet heat of her cunt. But her fingers were so gently, even as she grasped him firmly. He watched her through slitted eyes as she bent and closed her lips over the swollen head.
That was bad enough, the sizzling heat of her mouth scorching the sensitive flesh. But then she slipped one hand between his thighs to cup his balls and slid her mouth up and down his shaft. Once. Again. Again. It wasn’t just the act itself that was so incredible. It was the powerful connection between them that it symbolized. He’d never felt it with anyone else. And now, being here with her again, he knew he didn’t want to. There was —watch it, Cutler—something almost mystical about the two of them together. He didn’t want to lose it again.
He tucked her silky blonde hair back behind one ear so he had a clear view of what she was doing. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this. He still tasted her cream on his lips, still breathed in the familiar scent of her musk mixed with the lavender she always wore. He’d been inhaling the memory of that for six long, painful years, holding it close enough to kill any pleasure he might have had with any other woman.
Randi wrapped her tongue around the swollen head of his shaft and stroked her fingers up and down, squeezing his balls with the other and and all thought flew from his brain. He gave himself over to sensation, feeling her velvet soft lips, the silky wetness of her mouth, the pressure of her talented fingers. He wanted to lie here like this and let it go on forever, except he knew his staying power was seriously eroding.
He w anted to come in her mouth, feel those silky lips close around him, see her throat flex as she swallowed his come. But right here, right now, he wanted to be inside her more than anything. Six years was a very long time to go without something you badly wanted, even if you’d been the one stupid enough to throw it away. He dared to hope there would be more than this one time, because at this moment he craved the feel of her sweet, tight cunt around him more than anything else.
“Stop.” He almost didn’t recognize his own voice, as hoarse with need as it was.
Randi lifted her head and looked at him, startled.
“Am I doing something wrong? You always used to like the way I did this.”
“I loved the way you did this. And I want you to do it again.” He sat up abruptly and shifted her body until she was straddling. “Don’t move.”
“But—“
“Just wait. Please.”
He only hoped he could wait. Ripping open the condom wrapper, he rolled the latex sheath onto his throbbing, aching, engorged cock. Then, lifting Randi into position, he settled her straddling his thighs, her opening right over his cock. Using every bit of self-discipline he could dig up, he very slowly lowered her onto his shaft until he was fully seated inside her.
“Ohhhhh.” It was more a sigh than a word, drifting from her mouth on the soft breeze of her breath.
Noah held her in place with his fingers at her hips, staving off any movement for the moment. Randi leaned her head back, lifted her hair from her shoulders, and closed her
