Page 91 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars
I wipe my face. “Thank you.”
His smile warms my heart. “You’re welcome.”
I bend my head and kiss him, long and lingering. Then, when I finally move back, I begin to rock my hips again. “Your turn now,” I whisper. “Will you come for me?”
He looks into my eyes. “You sure you want me to?”
“I do. With all my heart.”
He stretches out his arms again on the back of the seat. “You do it.” His eyes glitter in the moonlight.
My eyebrows rise. “What do you mean?”
“You’re in charge. If you want me, come and claim me.” His lips curve up—it’s taken from a Lord of the Rings quote.
“I don’t know how,” I say awkwardly. How do you bring a man to climax? In all the movies I’ve seen, it’s the man who directs the action, who takes his pleasure from the girl.
“Sweetheart, I’ve nearly come, like, four times already,” he says with a twist to his lips. “I’ve had to summon every ounce of willpower I own. So just keep doing what you’re doing. You’re so gorgeous you could just sit there, and I’d probably come after thirty seconds.”
I giggle and I put my arms around his neck. “Really?” I murmur, kissing him as I move slowly on top of him.
“Mmm.” He huffs a sigh, opening his mouth to accept my tongue when I brush his bottom lip.
“So you like it when I move like this?” I pull back until he’s almost out of me, rock a few times so the tip of him is teasing my entrance, then sink back down on him.
He grunts in response. His eyelids have slid to half-mast again, and he’s breathing hard. Even though he’s keeping his body relatively still, his hips move to meet mine again, as if he can’t stop them now.
Excitement rises within me. I want to make him feel the pleasure that I’ve just felt. And I want to watch him come and know that I did it—I made him feel like that. I begin to move faster, kissing him, pressing my breasts against his chest, and his tongue tangles with mine, his breaths turning harsher.
“Ah… Linc, baby…” I nip his bottom lip, then suck it. “Come for me…”
He groans and drops his head back, exposing his throat like prey to a predator, increasing this feeling of me being in charge of his desire. I kiss down his neck, lick at the base where it meets his shoulder, then, without thinking what I’m doing, fasten my mouth there and suck, hard. He shudders and says, “Fuck,” and then he gives a long, deep groan.
I straighten and watch, rocking slowly, drawing the climax out of him, and he exclaims several times as he jerks inside me. Ah God, he looks so hot like this, splayed out for me, vulnerable and helpless right now in the moment of his ecstasy, and I feel a surge of pleasure to think I’m the cause of it.
He shivers, inhales deeply, then blows out a long breath as he opens his eyes. The look in them is helpless, defenseless, as he gazes at me.
I lower my lips to his and kiss him gently.
With a sigh, he brings his arms around me. I curl my arms up and lean against his chest with my head tucked into his neck, and we sit there like that for a little while, just enjoying being close, while he strokes my back and kisses the top of my head.
Eventually, though, he says, “I’m going to have to move, sorry.”
“Oh, of course.” I get up off him, and he disposes of the condom, pulls up his boxer briefs, and gets to his feet.
Then he hugs me again. “You okay?” he asks.
“I’m absolutely fucking amazing, thank you.”
He laughs. “Glad to hear it.” He moves back, cups my face, and peers into my eyes. “You’re sure? I didn’t hurt you?”
“Of course not. I mean it, Linc. It was so good. I feel… reborn.”
His brow furrows a little. “I’m so glad,” he murmurs.
“Was it… uh… you know… okay for you?” I can’t imagine it was anything special, but at least he came, which must have meant he’d enjoyed it a little.
He looks amused. “Yes, Lora. It was okay for me. Couldn’t you tell?”
