One Foolish Night (Eternal Bachelors Club #4)

It was better not to think of that particular pleasure right now, or this would be over before it had really started.

With his fingers, he parted her moist folds and brought his lips to them. Then he licked against them with his tongue, gathering up the dew that covered her female petals. Holly had the prettiest * he’d ever seen: pink and fresh. And her taste was intoxicating. Sweet and tangy, it teased his senses, sending pleasurable waves through his entire body as her flavor spread.

He couldn’t suppress the moans that came up from his throat and escaped his lips, bouncing against her flesh. Nor did he want to. He wanted to let her know how much he enjoyed pleasuring her like this—as much as she seemed to enjoy it, if he interpreted her sighs and moans and the writhing of her body correctly.

He couldn’t get enough of her taste and the soft texture of her flesh, the velvety smooth surface of her skin. Nor could he get enough of her sounds of pleasure that became more pronounced now that he licked her with more pressure. He could feel her body heat up under his touch, her breathing turn irregular, and her pulse thunder.

Unable to resist any longer, he slipped one finger to her slit, while his tongue licked higher up, swiping over her clit. When her hips lifted to press herself closer to his mouth, he drove one finger into her. Her muscles gripped him tightly, and the moisture that greeted him engulfed him and nearly robbed him of his control. In a few minutes, Holly would sheath his cock in the same way she now enveloped his finger, and he couldn’t imagine a greater pleasure.

“Fuck me, Paul! Damn it, what are you waiting for?” Holly cried out.

For a brief moment he removed his mouth from her. “I’m waiting for you to come,” he ground out and withdrew his finger, only to plunge it back into her again, harder this time.

She bucked against him. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

Paul suppressed a grin and dropped his mouth back onto her. The beautiful woman in his bed was losing control, and that was exactly how he liked it. He licked over her clit again, savoring the taste, and finger-fucked her in earnest now.

Holly’s body rocked in the same rhythm as he moved his finger, and her interior muscles gripped him on each withdrawal as if she didn’t ever want to let go of him again. It suited him fine. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to think of her gone. Not now. Not when he wanted so much from her.

With frantic strokes he licked her center of pleasure, the small bundle of nerves swelling more and more and standing almost erect now. He closed his lips around it, pressed them together, and pulled.

Holly let out an uncontrolled moan. “Oh, yes!”

For a fraction of a second he let go. “My name! Say my name!” he demanded gruffly, before he took her clit between his lips once more and pressed hard.

He felt the shudder that raced through her body and delivered another hard thrust with his finger, before he felt her spasms grip it.

“Oh, Paul! Paul! Yes!” she cried out, her voice breathless, her back arching off the mattress.

The sound of her voice as she almost chanted his name seeped into him like a soft mountain spring and spread to every cell of his body. God, he wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anybody else. Why, he didn’t know. He barely knew her, but having her in his arms did something to him. It made him feel more like a man than he’d ever felt before.

Paul lifted himself up and stripped off his boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor. Then he reached past her to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Luckily, he always kept condoms here, despite the fact that it was rare for him to bring a woman back to his parents’ house. Most of his affairs were conducted in his condo in Manhattan.

Paul grabbed a condom and tore the packaging open with his teeth.

“May I do that for you?” Holly suddenly asked.

He turned his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed and tiny rivulets of sweat had formed between her breasts. He felt the urge to lick them off her.

“Some other time, maybe.” Because if she touched his cock now, he was likely to explode before he got inside her. With almost shaking hands he slipped the condom over himself. “Now be a good girl and get onto your hands and knees.”

For some reason, he wanted to take her from behind where he could have ultimate control. For a moment he paused. Normally his one-night stands didn’t happen like this. In general, he didn’t demand that a woman submit to him the way he was now asking Holly to do. He was content with the missionary position, or if the woman wanted to be on top, he had no objections to that either. But tonight, he needed to be in control, and taking Holly from behind would grant him that control.

Paul caught Holly’s surprised look and wondered if he’d gone too far, when she finally turned her back and complied without protesting. His eyes instantly fell on her shapely ass. Then they traveled to where her long hair fell over her back and caressed her spine.