“Mmm . . . I’m so, so close to coming I can barely stand for you to touch me. But don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I want you to fuck me with your hand. I want you to tease my clit, but I want to come with your hand inside me. Hell, I want to come with your cock inside me, but I know, I know . . . we have to talk about that another time. Damn it. Because . . .” She had to stop and draw in another gasping breath. “Because watching you touch yourself is so damn hot. And I want to suck your cock so badly. I want to feel you in my mouth, in my throat.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.” He gave his cock a few savage strokes, his dark brows drawing together, his mouth going loose with pleasure. “You are going to be the death of me.”
His words reverberated like a shaft of desire deep in her body, in her brain, making her spread her legs wider.
Letting out a hard, rasping chuckle, he told her, “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not making me come before you do.”
He started a hard, punishing stroke, his fingers plunging inside her, working her G-spot so hard that pleasure and pain were one sensation—she could find no dividing line between the two. And as he worked her, he worked his cock just as mercilessly. As her climax bore down on her, as heavy as a thundercloud and just as powerful, she saw his throbbing cock go absolutely rigid in his hand, then his face twisting in pleasure as a raw scream tore at her throat and sensation knifed into her, rending her with pleasure.
“Ah, God! Duff!”
“Fuck, Layla . . . fuuuuuuck!”
His hot come spewed onto her stomach, her breasts, and his pleasure drove hers on as his plunging fingers took her to new heights. And she was coming again, or still—she couldn’t tell. Even as the last waves rippled through her system and his hand slowed to a sweet, even stroking, then to a whispering touch, she wanted more.
He drew his booted foot from her thigh, but she grabbed at it, her fingers clumsy.
“Duff, please don’t.”
“I’m not going anywhere, lovely,” he said, his voice a low rasp.
She ran her tongue over her lips. “Duff? Please don’t stop.”
He grinned, released his softening cock and leaned over her, then bent and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue was soft against her, lapping at her clitoris, and it swelled instantly.
“Mmm . . .”
He began to lick faster, flattening his tongue and pressing hard against her clit, and at the same time he pinched the lips of her sex with his fingers.
“Ah, God, that hurts!”
“Mmm,” he rumbled against her, the vibration of his voice going through her.
Pushing his fingers inside, he surged gently into her while he licked her, knowing somehow to keep just the right tempo and pressure on her sore, used flesh. Very quickly the pressure built, and at that lovely moment when her body was ready to fly, to spiral into the eye of the storm, he pinched her again, the pain driving her over that keen edge, and she was falling and flying all at once. She called out his name, pleasure shimmering over her skin, deep into her belly, into her sex.
“Duff!”
When it was over he rolled onto his side on the wide sofa next to her. They were both panting. Her muscles were warm and loose, and her mind was still trying to rebel against her own yielding, but it was too damn late for that. She’d done it. And loved it.
“Well,” she said finally, “at least you didn’t come on my face.”
He let out a guffaw. “Ah, I do like you, princess. Princess with a filthy mouth.”
“It’s probably a good thing you like a filthy mouth or this would never work out.”
He stroked one finger through the come drying on her stomach. “Dirty girl, too.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“I’d say it’s yours.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course you would.”
“It wouldn’t have happened without you being here.”
“Hmm. Good point. Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I’d argue the point that if you were at home you still might have left this lovely mess somewhere,” she said, “but I’m too exhausted.”
“Now, that’s definitely your own fault, since you begged me for that last orgasm.”
“I did not beg,” she protested. “I simply asked.”
“Sassy wench, too.” He lifted her hand and bit the palm.
“Hey!”
“Quiet, wench. I’m about to be nice to you.”
“I’m not so sure I can take any more of your ‘nice’ tonight.”
“Ha!”
He got up and disappeared, and she really was too tired to do anything more than lie back and enjoy the postclimax buzzing in her body and the view of his retreating denim-clad ass, which really was superb. He returned a few moments later with a damp washcloth in his hand, and to her surprise he used it to gently wipe the come from her body. She looked up at him as he ran the warm cloth over her skin, amazed at his tender touch. At the way he focused so closely on his task, as if it were the most important thing on earth at that moment.
Don’t get too used to it.
She wouldn’t have thought she’d want to. This was nothing more than an experiment, wasn’t it? Well, wasn’t it?
That’s sort of how it had started. That’s what she’d been telling herself, anyway—or trying to. But the fact was, she liked him. Not the way a sixteen-year-old liked a boy at school, even if that was sort of what it felt like when she looked into his eyes and saw the shades of gray and gold and green there. No, this was a much more grown-up thing. More grown-up than maybe any interaction she’d had with a man in her life. He was a really good guy. A good man. Kind and responsible, smart and funny. And if tonight was any indication, a great player. And he’d be killer in bed.
Am I going to bed with him?
Damn right I am.
She would have right then and there if it hadn’t been beyond the scope of their negotiations.
Duff stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “What’s going on in there, lovely?”
“Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking about sex.”
He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “Excellent.”
She turned to grin up at him. “I like how you assume it was all good thoughts. No insecurities in you, Duff.”
“Eh? I think someone would have told me by now. Anyway, I’ve always believed sex is something one should make a study of. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t know my way around a woman’s body? Or at least make a damn good effort to learn.”