“Mmm,” I respond. I squeeze the base of his shaft again, then suck him all the way, deeper than before, as deep as I can go. I feel him brush the back of my throat and instinctively swallow, reveling in his hitching breath, the slight tremble in his legs. It’s not a position I can hold long, but I take my time when I draw him out again, my lips pulling on every inch of his delicious skin. When only the tip of him remains in my mouth, I compress my lips around it, and give it a good, long lick.
That’s when Nate tries to move, to take control of the situation. I put one hand to his hip, and he stills. He’s mine to play with and torment right now. And, judging by the ragged sound of his breathing, he couldn’t be happier about it.
I move faster, my other hand taking its place again at the base of his cock, pumping and squeezing up and down in tandem with pulls of my mouth. For a moment, it’s that—my head bobbing, his taste everywhere, his skin feverish under my fingers, his legs beginning to tremble as I take his cock again and again and again. Then I change my pace, slowing, languid, giving my tongue time to swirl and savor. Every time I edge back, I pay special attention to his cockhead, not too much pressure—just enough to have him really moan.
“Fuck yes,” he gasps.
Then I switch again, sucking harder, faster, and stroking what part of him I can’t take into my mouth at this pace.
Nate groans again, his voice getting raspier. “I can’t hold on much longer.” He grips my hair, his hips thrusting, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. I let him this time, savoring his urgency, the raw need in his voice, the way his balls nearly brush my chin every time he drives himself in. He’s tense all over, and I know it’s about to burst.
His breaths cadence the air, his body’s tremors intensifying. I know he wants deeper, wants the back of my throat again, and I want that, too. But his need sends white hot sparks through my body, and I realize for the first time how wet I am. That part of the ache I feel is due to the pulsing between my legs. I slip a hand down my stomach and cup my heated pussy, my fingers rolling over my clit as my mouth strides to keep up with the thrusts of his cock. I jolt, and it feels so good I caress myself again.
When Nate sees what I am doing, the animal look in his magnetic eyes grows even wilder. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he rasps.
Oh, I think I do.
I slide my tongue along his length again, dragging my fingers down my wet slit as I do, until the head of his cock is again at my throat, and I work my muscles around him. He trembles and murmurs—or cries—my name, so I do it again. And again, and again, and fucking yes again. I can taste how close he is, feel how badly he needs it, and damn, I need it, too. I can’t remember the last time I wanted to give myself over to a man like this, feel him swell on my tongue, hear him call my name in a desperate voice as I drive him onward to the edge, leave him hanging, then onward and onward until . . . .
“Fuck,” Nate groans, throwing his head back. I take him in a final time until he reaches the back of my throat, and I swallow and I swallow and I swallow, and he explodes, fast and hot, spilling himself in a nosedive of control.
A moment later I pull back, releasing him, and wipe off the sides of my mouth. Like a lady, dammit. I stand and smile at him.
Nate is pressed back against the marble wall, his eyes half lidded.
“I think I did all right,” I muse, appreciating the sight of my handiwork.
“Better than all right,” he murmurs, and pulls me to him, kissing me hungrily. His hands trail over my breasts, my nipples peaking beneath his attention. “I think you deserve a reward,” he breathes before kissing me again.
He palms my breasts just long enough to thumb my nipples before snaking an arm around me, holding me against him. He slides his other hand between my legs, which are now trembling, and picks up where I left off, strumming my clit, gently at first but gaining urgency. I gasp and buck in his arms.
“Easy, baby. I want to listen to you come,” he whispers in my ear, rubbing the wet seam of my pussy before poising a finger at my opening. He nips my lower lip, presses down on my clit with his thumb, then slowly eases his finger into me.
I keen and groan. Nate watches me, his eyes alight with desire. He gasps as I groan, biting my bottom lip as his attentions spark a feeling in me.
God, how can I already be on the edge? This man’s a magician.
Hard to believe that a few hours ago I thought he was cold. He’s passionate, domineering, everything I’d want in a hero in one of my books. But he’s with me tonight, here and in the flesh. After Drew, I thought I’d never experience anything like it again. Hell, I thought I’d never experience it, period. This kind of lust, all-consuming, furious, passionate, I’ve never had anything like it.
I kiss him, taste him, grow bolder.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck me with your mouth,” I whisper. The thrusts of his hand slow, then stop altogether. His thumb remains poised over my clit, just close enough for me to feel it.