Page 15 of Falling for Sierra

A wild storm of sensations and emotions raced through her. She craved more. She craved his touch. She craved him closer.

Her hands found their way to wrap around his biceps where she clung to him, desperate for any anchor in the flood of sensations over taking her.

Blake hadn’t moved past her waist. Her jeans were still on and buttoned. He wasn’t even rubbing her through them. Sierra didn’t know how he’d managed to get her so needy, so desperate for more without that, but he had.

“More,” she breathed, unable to do more than gasp a word here and there.

“More what?”

“Need, more.” She took several breaths, trying to force the words out. “You.”

“You’ve got me right here.” His hands wrapped around the full globes of her breasts and squeezed.

Intense bolts of white hot pleasure shot through her. She hadn’t thought it was possible, not from something some common, so simple.

Unable to stop it, not that she wanted to try, her back arched off the bed as her body clenched and seized. Pleasure raced through her.

A sharp sting came from her nipples sending the peaks of pleasure she experienced even higher. Her toes and fingers curled as nearly every muscle in her body contracted.

It took several seconds for the pleasure to pass, then she lay limp on the bed, gasping to catch her breath and staring up at Blake’s smirk.

“What do you think?” He watched her as she tried to remember how to breathe right.

“I didn’t know that was possible. I mean I’ve heard it was, but I thought it was one of those urban myths. A rumor that no one actually manages.” She blinked. “That was— wow.”

Blake grinned. “Anything else you always thought was rumor?”

She had a couple things, but she wasn’t ready to share, not yet. Instead of telling him, she shook her head and reached for him. “You haven’t let me touch you.”

“I told you. I want tonight to be about you.” He leaned close and kissed her, long and slow.

Her hands smoothed across his bare chest, enjoying the way her hands played across the hard muscles just beneath the skin. His hand skimmed down her sides, avoiding her still over sensitive breasts before coming to rest in the slight hollow of her waist.

His kiss stoked fires that had begun to bank, bringing them to life once more. Sierra rolled her hips, enjoying the thick ridge of his erection as she pressed against it. Suspecting he wasn’t ready to get rid of his jeans, she reached for the button of her own instead. Once they were loosened, she tried to shove them down off her hips, wriggling and shimmying beneath him.

“What?” He pulled away and looked down at her with a frown. “We’ve got all night, Sierra. There’s no need to hurry.”

“I need more. I’m hot and I ache. I need you inside me.” She slid away until she could lift her hips enough to free them of the denim, taking the lace panties that matched her bra with them. She didn’t care. She wanted to get naked.

She wanted him, and this would make it that much easier.

Kicking her feet, she finally kicked free of the pants and rolled back to where he still lay, watching her.

Feeling a little self-conscious about laying back and letting things happen to her, as Sierra had always done her best to take control of her life and in bed was no different.

She crawled toward him, aware of the hungry way his eyes followed her every move. When his eyes dipped to watch the way her breasts swung, she added a little sway to her hips, so they’d move just a little more. Sierra had always enjoyed the powerful feeling she got when she managed to ensnare a man’s attention, especially when he didn’t seem to be able to stop it.

She approached and watched as his pupils dilated. Encouraged, she reached for the waist of his jeans, he didn’t stop her as she made short work of the button and zipper. But his hand around her wrist kept her from slipping her hand inside.

“I told you. This is about you.”

“And I want you.” She pulled free from his grasp and reached for his pants again. He caught her hand again and a playful smile crossed his face.

“We’ll get there. Just give me a few minutes.” He rose to his knees in front of her, caught her other wrist, wrestled with her a moment until he held both hands in one of his over her head. “Now what?”

He wasn’t hurting her, and she didn’t doubt if she told him to stop or she wanted free, he’d let her go. Somehow, Sierra trusted him.

“You get to be in charge, at least for now.” She leaned toward him until her taut nipples brushed against his chest. Letting her voice drop into a low, honeyed tone she couldn’t help but challenge him, “Unless you’re not getting the job done, then I’ll take charge.”

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