Page 15 of One Night Stand After Another
She raised the cover so she could watch—and see him again. She blushed. “I guess there’s only one way to find out if you’re going to fit.”
“I’ll fit.” He sounded certain. “Crawling up here to sit on my face for a couple minutes might ease the way.” He flashed a devilish grin. “I have no hidden agenda, I swear. This is all for you. The smell and feel of you does not unhinge me in the least. The fantasy of you coming on my tongue has never entered my mind. It’s all for you.” He kept a straight face, but his eyes gleamed with pure fun and mischief. His joking tone made it easy to throw her leg over him and straddle his chest. His hands clasped her hips and the playful tension between them shifted.
He gazed up at her. “Please.”
She inched forward, holding his stark, pleading gaze. His chest worked between her thighs, and his breath hit her center in harsh pants when she reached his mouth.
He groaned as she lowered herself into reach, eagerly pulling her down to his lips for an open-mouthed kiss that had her struggling to stay upright.
His big hands held her in place while he made himself at home, sweeping through her folds, spearing her core, circling and flicking her clit with exactly the right pressure.
He lifted her enough to be heard. “Grab my arms.”
She clutched his forearms, leaning forward just as pleasure threatened to topple her backward. His chuckle puffed against her, setting her off-balance again. His muscles flexed under her arms, arousing her further.
Feather-light, his lips settled around her clit and began to sip. His tongue undulated…inside her? Around her? Pleasure was everywhere, surrounding her so completely, she wasn’t sure where it started.
Her head fell back. Her eyes slid shut.
No—this wasn’t what she wanted.
They only had one night. This was it. She wouldn’t have to face the aftermath of messy emotions created when she exposed her deep desire for this man. She wanted to seize the moment and explore the fullness of their connection.
Her jellied thigh muscles made her proud when they obeyed her command to rise from his mouth. His hands clutched her hips. He didn’t release her, but he also didn’t try to stop her from pulling away from him.
“You taste and feel so fucking good, Clara.” His crystal gaze struck to the heart of her.
She smiled into his eyes, letting him in, allowing him to see the hectic, nearly unbearable pleasure he gave her. “You make me feel amazing things, Zane. You always have.”
She bent to kiss the sharp dip in his chest, his breastbone. Her fingers dug into the heavily muscled pads of his pecs. She moved down, whispering kisses over the tense ridges of his abs. She looked up and caught his gaze, giving him a wicked grin as she tongued his navel.
He jerked, throbbing between her thighs. She caught him. Big. Hard. The condom was still where it needed to be. She had no shame. No need to hide her feelings, because she’d never see him again. It was the perfect fantasy. She could have this with him tonight.
He didn’t seem to have any doubts about revealing himself, either. His eyes blazed. His jaw looked painfully tight. He shuddered beneath her, but he let her set the pace.
He had driven her up to the peak, and she’d stayed there, inching upward as she traveled down his incredible body. She rose higher, notching him between her thighs. She spread her wetness to ease his entry.
This was going to be tight. She clenched, loving the anticipation. She was so ready. She’d never climaxed this way, but the urgency that surged through her told her this might be a first.
She descended an inch and moaned. Tight was an understatement. She kept going, trying to relax but tensing in pleasure. He was right there with her, panting, groaning curses through gritted teeth. Another inch. Her eyes widened. Nothing had touched her right there before. She gasped, sinking lower, hitting bottom, stretched to her limit.
I want you.She put her heart in her eyes and lifted her gaze to his. Fireworks ignited in her center and swiftly spread to her fingers and toes. She leaned into the blaze, barely moving, just a tiny little rub. The blaze grew hotter. Her mouth fell open, and she held her breath, leaning forward, pressing harder.
Just once. Up and down. How could it feel even tighter?Harder. She asked the silent question with her eyes. His teeth indented his lower lip like he might draw blood. She moved her hands to his shoulders, rocking her hips over him, impaled and finding friction everywhere, tension from all sides, raw and unrestrained, impossible to control. Heat flared, blazing to her extremities and rushing back to her core in a rhythm that could not be denied or resisted.
“Zane?” Her hands tightened on his hard shoulders.
His teeth left dents in his lip as he released it. “Clara,” he whispered desperately, perfectly, reaching to tenderly clasp her face. Connected. He wasn’t hiding anything from her. Pleasure consumed her as she basked in his awestruck gaze.
…
As he said her name, his world caught fire, and he emptied his entire soul into her body. She’d barely moved. He hadn’t thrust at all, but as soon as she’d taken him inside, he’d been a goner, his orgasm a nearly instant, foregone conclusion. He was eternally grateful the pain in his lip had allowed him to hold on until he’d felt her climax begin.
Now she was sprawled over his chest like the softest, warmest weighted blanket in the universe, and he wondered if she was aware that he was still half hard.
A breath lifted her and then she went even flatter. Her hips shifted. She froze. “Uh—”
He chuckled, reaching between them to secure the condom. “Ignore that. It’ll go away.”Lies, all lies.
