With gentle pressure, he massaged her stomach, his fingers drifting lower on her belly. Reaching, mapping a path to promised delights.
She rolled her hips. A signal that she wanted more.
With slow precision, he smoothed one hand over her hip and downward, slipping his fingers behind her knee. He lifted one trim leg and kissed the inside of her silken thigh. She trembled. He took a peek at her face and found her passionate gaze locked on his. The look in her eyes begged him to continue and he was damn sure going to do just that.
He licked his lips and relished her hunger. Without words, he elevated the opposite leg, placing open-mouth kisses on her exquisite flesh. He hadn’t touched anyone like this in a long time. The sound of her gasps drove him, fueled his desire. He moved slowly, nibbling higher and higher, nuzzling her silky flesh.
The pliable patch of hair lured him. He blew a gentle breath over her curls, then flicked his fingers over her. She was wet, and ready. Slowly, he slipped a finger into her slick folds. Her whimper of delight fired his burning need. Blood roared in his ears. He wanted her. Now.
He delved and tasted, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of burrowing into her softness. She was so wet. So needy. So delicious. He used his tongue to drive her wild, working her pebble until she writhed. He massaged her bud while she flung her head from side to side, little moans escaping her lips.
He knew exactly what she needed and he took great satisfaction in giving it to her. He dipped one finger inside her exquisite sheath as he feasted. Her body tightened and her legs trembled. He needed to see her face.
He watched her—her emotions bare. Unable to lie still, she twisted and jerked, still he plunged, loving her reaction. Every little moan ratched his lust up a notch.
Suddenly, her eyes clouded over, her body tightened and a half groan, half scream escaped her throat. He’d never enjoyed watching a woman more than this moment. Immense pleasure filled his chest as he watched her spiral out of control.
God, she was beautiful. Wild and hot and unbelievable. And he was iron hard.
As she floated back to earth, the corners of her mouth lifted in a satisfied smile. Her eyes fluttered open.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Mike … please.” She spoke in a just loved, satisfied voice.
Taking his time, he kissed his way up her body, nuzzling her curves, gliding over every inch of her skin until he found the sensitive flesh behind her ear.
“What baby?” he whispered. “Please what?”
“I need you.”
He wanted to make love to her, give her every pleasure imaginable, everything her heart desired. He’d been hanging on by a thread and she’d just said she needed him.
“Mike,” she uttered, barely above a whisper.
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved and swirled while his hands caressed, needing to touch her body, arousing her back to life.
“Oh, God. You’re teasing me,” she whimpered. He loved the little sounds she made.
“You want this? You’re sure?” he grunted between his teeth. If she denied him now, she’d kill him.
“There’s no way you can stop now. Make love to me.”
He wasted no time snatching his wallet from the coffee table. He tore the packet open with his teeth and quickly sheathed himself. He glanced up. Cassie’s eyes were fixed on his erection. He was a big man and this part of him was no exception. When she ran her tongue over her lips, savage need raced down his spine.
He shifted his body and positioned himself between her legs.
“Don’t think,” he rasped out. “Kiss me.”
Bracing most of his weight on his elbows, he licked her lips and when she opened, he took her mouth passionately. A rising tide of desire swept him into its current. She tangled her tongue with his while her nails raked his back, her appetite enflaming him, causing him to groan and press her deeper into the couch.
Her fingers gripped his buttocks. Desire pounded his temples. Unable to hold back any longer, he tilted her upward and buried himself in her welcoming heat.
He lost all sense of coherent thought.
Waves of liquid fire licked through his body, setting every nerve on edge, unlike anything he’d ever known and could not describe. Sensation rocked him to his core.
Another moan fed his desire, urging him to move. He pulled out as far as he dared and slowly, maddeningly, thrust back in with just enough force to let her feel all of him. The friction fired his blood. The muscles in his arms bunched as he held himself above her. She wrapped her legs around his, her back arching. With long slick strokes, he drove in and out, sliding deep. He never expected this to feel so erotic. So fucking good.