Gasping for breath, she raked her nails over his scalp, and he groaned. He ran his tongue over her neck and his hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, it was almost painful, and when he circled them with his thumbs, she exhaled through her teeth with a hiss. Shocks of pleasure bolted from where his thumbs stroked her to where their bodies pressed together lower.
Cool air rushed over her as he pulled away, hands still caressing her breasts. And then, right when she thought she might gain her sanity again, he leaned down and flicked a nipple with his tongue. She shuddered, glad she was seated. Amazed, she watched as he flicked the other one, then planted his mouth over her breast in a hot, sensual kiss, hands wrapped around her rib cage holding her immobile.
Ordinarily, being pinned like this would be unpleasant or maybe even scary, but for some reason, with Will, it was liberating. She didn’t have to do anything. She could simply revel in the sensations caused by his hot mouth and powerful body and give herself over to the pleasure of his touch. And the pleasure was considerable.
He moved his attention to her other breast as she watched transfixed.
“Never have I wanted anyone like I want you. Never.”
Ditto, she agreed in her head, but was too caught up to even manage that one word.
He ran his tongue in a circle around her nipple, but not over it, which made her light-headed and one shade short of insane. Then his hands trailed down her sides and over her thighs, and back up again before he took that breast in his mouth as he had her other. She cried out with pleasure as he barely scraped his teeth across her erect nipple. Too much. Almost too much, yet not enough. His hands skimmed across her belly on their path down her body, then under her skirt and up her thighs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. When his fingertips ran under her panties and lightly sifted through her curls, her lower body tightened with a jerk. “Easy,” he said, pulling away from her breast to look up at her.
It had been a long time since she’d been touched by a man like this. Honestly, she’d never been touched like this—as if her pleasure was the most important item on the agenda.
“Do you want me to stop, Claire?” he whispered against her ear, hand still between her legs. “Because I will if I’m out of line or pushing too hard.”
She tried to answer, but she was too lust-dazed to form words. The best she could manage was a shake of the head.
“Thank God, because I really want to feel you come.”
Oh, magic words. It had been ages.
She whimpered when he pushed the lace aside and his fingers explored her folds, sending electric bolts through her body. “I can’t even tell you what being near you and touching you does for me,” he said.
She couldn’t tell him what it did for her, either, because she couldn’t talk; she could only feel, as her body hummed and heated with need from his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he slipped a finger inside her. His mouth covered hers, cutting her cry short. Then he began moving his finger in and out in a rhythm that matched the thrust of his body against hers and the strokes of his tongue in her mouth.
This was so much more than physical, she realized as his talented fingers and mouth brought her closer to the edge. She needed to be touched and pushed. Longed to step outside of her role as a caregiver. Wanted to be taken care of. Have someone else make decisions while she just took for once.
And take, she did. She took everything he had to give as he slid a second finger inside and rubbed his thumb over her most sensitive part, making her turn her head away from his kiss to gulp air. He was gasping for breath too, as her body trembled at his firm, rhythmic touch. Bringing her pleasure turned him on, and that thought was almost enough to transport her to the place she sought.
“Yes, Claire,” he said, increasing speed. “I need to feel you break apart. I want to take you there.”
She moaned.
“Yeah,” he said. “Share this with me.”
Her heart hammered so hard it hurt, as her excitement built like a volcano. He made it sound like her pleasure was a gift to him. God, could he be any hotter?
“Mmmm,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re close.”
Damn right. So close she couldn’t breathe. She dug her nails into his shoulders and held on for dear life as he pushed his fingers farther inside at the same pounding rhythm, his hot breath swirling around her ear.
And there it was. Like her own private fireworks show, waves of ecstasy washed through her, making her see those proverbial stars behind her eyelids. She felt like she was screaming, but couldn’t tell because of the intensity of her orgasm. It was like her whole body was screaming. Holy shit. She’d never felt like this. And it went on and on as he continued stroking her relentlessly until the waves finally subsided and she went limp in his arms.
What on earth? Maybe her reaction resulted from finally being free, or maybe because it had been so long since she’d been intimate with someone, but most likely, she acknowledged to herself with a nervous twinge, it was this particular man.
As he slowly slipped his fingers from her body, her muscles contracted around him as if trying to hold him there, and she wished she could. She needed more of him. As much as he’d give her.