“No.”
He grabbed both her hands with one of his and shoved her wrists over her head, clasping them with his fingers, tightly, so she couldn’t move. Dipping his head again, he rubbed his mouth over her covered chest then bit one of her nipples. She flinched, but he knew he hadn’t hurt her, the glazed look in her eyes telling him that she most certainly enjoyed the rough way his teeth had captured the rigid bud. He continued to nibble, his tongue pulsing with the need to slide underneath the thin shirt and taste her flesh. But not yet.
Not until she begged for it.
Maybe it made him a pompous ass, but he wanted this woman to beg. She might’ve agreed to let him stay at her place, might’ve agreed to hop into bed with him, but her reluctance had been written all over her pretty face. Again she’d acted like she was doing him the favor, and he found himself desperate to prove to her that their attraction went both ways. That she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
Still holding her wrists against the headboard, he slid his other hand up her body and cupped one perky breast. He squeezed, hard, enjoying the little whimper of distress she gave. Minute after minute ticked by, but still he made no move to rip off her shirt, instead teasing her breasts and kissing her distended nipples until she squirmed beneath him.
“Please,” she finally wheezed out.
He poked his tongue in his cheek and lifted his head to meet her agitated green eyes. “Please what?”
“Please take my shirt off.”
“Anything else?” he asked pleasantly.
He saw the cloud of desire and irritation on her face, knew it was hard for her to admit her arousal to him. She surprised him, though. With a strangled groan, she sucked in a long breath then blurted, “Fuck me, Ben. Please.”
It was all he needed to hear.
With a groan of his own, he tore the tank top off her body. Literally tore it, the thin straps snapping between his fingers. He threw the torn garment aside and pressed his mouth to those delectable tits, feasting on each firm mound. He didn’t think he’d ever get his fill, but the heat of her pussy against his groin was too hard to ignore.
Sucking one nipple deep in his mouth, he hooked his thumb under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. He cupped her, moaning when her juices coated his palm.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he choked out.
“You seem to make that happen. A lot.”
He bristled at her forlorn tone. “Don’t act like you don’t love how wet I make you.”
As if to prove his point, he shoved one finger deep inside her warm, tight cunt and was instantly rewarded with another gush of moisture. His mouth tingled, his tongue suddenly aching with the need to taste this woman again. Releasing her wrists, he planted one last kiss to her breasts and slid down her body until his head was positioned between her thighs.
His tongue traveled along one thigh, licking the smooth skin before dragging toward her clit. Her soft moans drove him wild, lit his entire body on fire, but he managed to hold on to his restraint. He laved her clit with his tongue, continuing to move that one finger in and out of her tight hole.
Maggie gave a breathy whimper as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen bud, and when he began to suck on it, she shuddered, almost violently. He lifted his head, grinning at the sexual heat he saw flashing in her eyes. He skimmed his tongue along her damp labia, adding another finger into the mix and beginning a lazy, sensual rhythm that caused a low moan to escape her lips. Pleased with her reaction, he continued to explore that sweet pussy, enjoying the way she arched her hips to allow him greater access. When he saw her hands clawing at the sheets and heard the desperation lacing her moans, he finally quickened the pace, slid a third finger inside her, and she promptly toppled over the edge.
She came hard, and just listening to her hoarse moans and feeling the erotic tremors that vibrated through her body made his cock twitch with anticipation.
He gave her some time to recover, his head resting on her thigh, his heart pounding like a jackhammer. When he finally felt her orgasm subside, he slid his way up her body, kissed her hard on the mouth and guided his cock to her wet opening. She quickly shifted before he could enter her, wiggling out from under him and pushing him onto his back.
“My turn,” she murmured.
“Didn’t you just have your turn?” he murmured back.
“Just shut up and enjoy this.”
His blood surged as her fingertips grazed his neck, his heart pounding even faster when he noticed the wicked gleam in her eyes. The image of what she’d done to him in the shower, with her mouth, her tongue, her hands, floated into his head and his cock began to ache. He was so turned on he didn’t think he could handle another one of her blow jobs, no matter how incredible it was.