“Fuck,” she breathed in a guttural moan, trying to lower her hands to push him away. With his free hand, he grabbed her wrists and held them tightly, pinning them back over her head as he sucked her other nipple between his lips.
Her skirt had ridden up around her waist when she bent her knees, and now she pushed against his chest with her pelvis, whimpering as she squirmed beneath him. With one last flick of her distended nipple with his thumb, he flattened his palm under her breast and sucked hard on the other as he smoothed his hand down the soft, flat skin of her stomach and under her white satin panties.
As the heel of his palm pressed down on her soaked mound, she writhed in pain-pleasure and screamed out in her first orgasm, the muscles deep inside of her body convulsing as he finished loving her breasts for now. Using both hands to pull her panties away from her pussy, he raised her legs over his head and threw the damp fabric on the floor.
Leaning forward, he parted her lips with his fingers and dipped his head, licking her clit in one long, sustained stroke. She spread her legs wider, and he rested his hand on her thigh to keep them apart, nuzzling the hard, bright-red clit with his nose before sealing his lips over her. Flicking his tongue out over the sensitive skin, she started rolling her hips into his face, the muscles of her stomach undulating in waves as she rocked into his mouth. Leaning back, he flattened his tongue and licked slowly from the opening of her sex to her clit, lapping at the slick, throbbing skin until she started humming, whimpering, moaning, and finally crying out again, her fingers tearing at his hair and her hips bucking as she orgasmed for the second time.
Pressing his palm back over her spasming clit, he slid up her body, claiming her mouth with his, the taste of her juices mixing between them as her tongue tangled mindlessly with his.
“Fuck, this is hot,” he groaned, slipping two fingers into her drenched sex and hooking them back against the wall, his fingertips stroking her still-trembling flesh. “Come for me again, baby. Three times.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as shocks and waves still rocked her body.
“Little and fierce,” he said, sucking her nipple back between his lips as he slid a third finger deep inside of her.
“Jean—Jean—Jean-Christian!” she screamed, her entire body flexing and releasing as she fell over the edge of bliss for the third time.
He smiled as he watched her face, the way her neck extended back, the black of her hair buried in the snow white of the pillow as her fingers clenched the comforter. Withdrawing his fingers gently, he kissed her stomach before sliding off the bed. He leaned forward to unzip her short, black skirt and tugged it down her legs, dropping it to the floor and leaving her naked on the bed, riding out her orgasm as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He toed off his mocs, and his jeans and boxers followed until he was as naked as she.
His cock stood straight up, waiting for its chance to sample what his fingers and lips had already tasted…and normally, he’d drag his partner to the edge of the bed, steady her hips with his hands and fuck her senseless at this point in the evening…because, hey! It was his turn now, right?
But this was Libitz, not anyone else, and it didn’t occur to him to slide into her body without making sure she was present and ready, because he wanted her looking directly into his eyes the next time she came. He wanted—no, he needed—to know that everything that was happening in his heart was also happening in hers. So he slid back onto the bed and lay down on his side next to her, gathering her softly shaking body into his arms and pressing his lips to the back of her beautiful neck.
This is Libitz, he thought, holding her tighter as her body relaxed, melting into his. This is love.
***
Though she had been with more men than she could count on her fingers and toes, she had never experienced the sort of mind-blowing, overwhelming pleasure she’d just been offered by Jean-Christian. He was a master of the female form, playing her body like a Juilliard-trained virtuoso. She’d never been with anyone who’d made her come so fast, in such awesome waves of abandonment, her only focus the crest of the next surge, her only anchor the man who so lovingly attended to her body.
And now, despite the raging hard-on pressed against her back, he held her tenderly in his arms, his hands flat on her stomach, under breasts that were almost too sensitive to be touched, his legs bent into hers like a spoon.
He must be hurting like hell, she thought, her smile growing as she opened her eyes, gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows, and found that it was twilight now, and yet he’s lying here beside me, waiting until I’m ready.
If she hadn’t felt such immense joy, she would have wept for this man who was changing right before her eyes to become a man she wasn’t sure she deserved but would cherish for as long as he let her.
Turning in his arms, her tender breasts making her whimper as the hair on his chest rasped lightly against them, she looked into his eyes.