She pumped that hot, rigid part of his anatomy, feeling that silken glide. The water wasn’t nearly as cold as it needed to be to keep her from feeling like she might go up in flames. He might think he was going to control every situation, but Zara wasn’t about to let him. Not when it came to having sex with him. She knew all about temptation, and she was determined to drive him to the very brink of his control—and beyond.
Her mouth traveled over his chest, her tongue finding every defined muscle, tasting, sucking, using her teeth very gently to nip him and then her tongue to ease the sting. Every time she did it, his breath hitched in his lungs and his cock jerked in her hand. She kept the pumping up, her fist lazily gliding, while her mouth moved over his chest. If it wasn’t driving him crazy, it certainly was taking her close to the edge and she loved the feeling of wanting him. He was becoming a need, not a want, his body hot, hard and all hers. Tension coiled hot inside her, drawing tighter and tighter. All the while her clit pulsed and throbbed in need.
Her tongue flicked his nipple and then she suckled there, her tongue dancing over him. She lifted her head and looked up at him from under her long lashes. “Does playing include me doing this to your cock?”
His shaft, enclosed in her hand, thickened, widening in spite of her tight fist, heating until she thought he would scorch her palm. He felt like a combination of silk and steel.
“If you want it to.” His voice was husky.
“I want,” she said, and pushed her body closer to his while her hand left his shaft and dropped lower to caress the velvet texture of his sac. His balls were tight and hard, just like his cock. She rolled them gently, exploring with her fingers and palm while she kissed her way up his throat. She moved one leg so she was straddling his thigh, pushing against him with her nearly naked body. That thin strip between her lips didn’t do a thing to stop her from feeling his bare thigh against her clit. She rubbed back and forth.
“Zara.” There was warning in his voice.
She ignored it and kissed his throat, then his jaw, before pulling back to look up at him. She knew he’d look down and see that transparent material over her breasts, her nipples erect, every breath rising and falling for him. His dark gaze left her face and she heard his breath rush from his lungs. Her hand found his cock again just as his hands both came up to cup her breasts, pushing them together and right out of the open edges of the cover-up. Then his mouth was on her breast and her world went up in flames.
She cried out, shocking herself with the intensity of feeling. She had no idea her body could feel so good, so needy and so desperate all at one time. His hand was on one breast, kneading and massaging, his mouth on the other, sucking, his tongue and teeth alternating, doing something delicious that sent spikes of electricity straight to her sex.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” He hissed the command against her nipple as he caught both of her arms, tugged them up and put them around his neck.
She felt the heat of his breath against her skin. Obediently she lifted her legs around his waist, ankles hooking behind him.
“Are you all right, Zara? I need to hear you say it.”
She was nodding, but she managed to get out a verbal answer. “Yes. Absolutely.” And she was, there wasn’t even a twinge of pain on her breasts. Only pleasure. And she wanted more.
She leaned back, throwing her head back as he latched on to her breasts once again. She pressed her mound tight against his abdomen, wishing it was his cock. Her hips bucked when his teeth pulled at her nipple. There had to be a straight line to her sex, because every time he did it, a lash of sizzling heat struck her clit and then continued deep into her core. That stroke set flames roaring through her until she was nearly writhing in his arms.
He cursed, and set her up on the edge of the pool again, prying her hands from around his neck. Pulling himself out of the water, he caught her up and took her to the blanket before she had time to get out a word. “You’d better tell me if anything hurts, Zara.”
The warning in his voice should have scared her, but instead, that firestorm in her got loose and swept through her body until she couldn’t breathe or think. She just needed. His voice was sexy, nearly hoarse with a desire so dark it seemed like pure lust. She wanted that. Wanted him to feel the way she did—desperate.
“I will, just do something. I need you right now, Gino.”
“Baby, we haven’t even gotten started.” His hands were at the knot below her breasts. He dragged the cover-up from around her, wrung it out and laid it on a rock in the sun. He pulled off the sarong and did the same thing. The tiny thong was gone with a quick jerk of his hand, leaving her body bare to him. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, woman. Just looking at you gets me hard.”
“I want you in my mouth,” she said. “Please, Gino. I’ve thought about it a lot and want to learn exactly what you like. Let me try. You can tell me what to do. I like when you do that because then I feel as if I’m not going to do anything wrong.”
All those books had given her tricks to try, and she and her sisters had laughingly practiced on bananas, but it wasn’t the same as the real thing. He was much bigger and harder than anything she’d tried practicing on. She also hadn’t counted on the fact that she was really desperate for him. She craved the taste of him, the hot feel of him in her mouth. She hadn’t expected that.
“You sure, princess? I’m not small.”
She wasn’t blind. She shifted to her knees and circled his hips with one arm.
Gino thought his head was going to explode the moment her hand slid around the base of his cock. Her body was beautiful, the lacerations had faded other than two places that were still raw and red looking. He would have to be careful when he touched her, to make certain he didn’t get carried away when he caught her hips in his hands.
His fingers bunched in the silky hair she’d fastened on top of her head. “All right, Zara, just do a little exploring. Don’t use your teeth, but everything else is going to feel good.”
Her eyes came to his and all air blasted out of his lungs at the look she gave him. Not shy, not even innocent. She looked sexy as hell, a teasing temptress bent on his destruction. And damn him to hell, he was okay with that. He was willing to be destroyed by her.
She opened her mouth and let him guide his cock right in. He watched the head disappear and then another inch. His girth stretched her lips around him, and reality was far better than any fantasy he’d had over that bow of a mouth. That hot, moist cavern was tight, and he pumped, thrust his hips deeper while her tongue did some crazy twisted dance over his shaft. He’d thought he was going to have to go with extreme care, but she was already taking over, sucking at him until he thought the world was going to come apart before they even got started.
“I thought you didn’t know what you were doing.” He had to grit his teeth and struggle for control. She was that good. She looked sexy as hell with his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her lips stretched so wide and her eyes on his. Her breasts were perfect, nipples tight buds, and between her legs, moisture gleamed in her red curls, showing him she was definitely into what she was doing. He wanted that picture etched in his mind forever.
She slid her tongue up his shaft and smiled at him with the crown right against her lips. “I read a lot and then I practiced.”
“Who the fuck did you practice on?” He knew better than ask. He’d want to hunt them down and cut out their hearts.
She licked him like he was a fucking ice-cream cone while he waited heartbeat after heartbeat. His hand fisted tighter in her hair, a little warning. He always knew he’d be a jealous man, but he wasn’t prepared for the monster in him rising, right then, adding to that roaring of his blood in his cock and the thunder of chaos in his mind.