Page 5 of Skin Deep

Her thighs trembled as he caught her behind each knee, lowering her pelvis gently back to the mattress. Scrambling up the bed on shaky limbs, she settled back on her elbows as he got to his feet.

“Is it my turn to watch now?” Her voice felt as though it was coming from someone else entirely, someone who hadn’t just had the biggest orgasm of her life.

“If that’s what you want.” His smile was wicked as he moved to stand at the end of the bed. Grabbing at the back of the neck of his T-shirt he slowly, slowly pulled it up and off. When he tossed it to the ground, a sound of pure appreciation purred from her lips.

“Wow.” Her mouth went dry, and she swallowed painfully as she took in the view in front of her.

“See something you like?” He stood still, letting her drink in the sight. She’d been attracted to his lean frame from first sight, but she’d had no idea that his sweater had been hiding muscles like these. His shoulders were broad, his chest defined. Ripples of incredibly defined ab muscles led the way to a flat stomach that she wanted to lick.

The thing that really made her drool, though, was the smattering of hair on the tight, flat skin of his lower abdomen. His hipbones were sharply defined, like arrows, and wherever they led was a place she wanted to go.

As she watched, he undid the button at his waistband, giving her another inch. Then came the zipper, and the metallic rasp in the otherwise still air was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, full of promise.

He worked his jeans down until they hung around his hips. Beneath he wore black boxer briefs, and his swollen cock pressed through the slit in the front.

“More.” She swallowed, transfixed by the sneak peek of that rigid flesh. “I want more.”

“Good girl,” he said for the second time that night, and again, she didn’t mind. In fact, when said in this man’s decadent voice, she fucking loved it. She was a good dirty girl, and she wanted to please him so that he would please her. “I like the way you’re looking at me.”

“I can’t help it.” She groaned when he slid his boxers down, too, working everything down to the ground, where he stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside. “I want you.”

“What do you want, exactly?” Eyes still on her, he wrapped his large hand around his equally big erection. She thought she might self-combust when he slid his hand up and down, and then again, fisting himself just for her. “This? Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” The word came out on a hiss.She watched as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling overtop of her, one knee on either side of hers. He was still stroking himself, and now that he was closer, she could see the droplet of arousal, shiny against the stretched skin of the head of his cock. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d pushed herself to a sitting position and reached out for him. She ran a thumb through the dampness, then brought it to her lips. Salt and musk ran over her tongue as she licked the digit, smiling at the curse he muttered in return.

“You little witch.” He watched as she fisted her sweaty hands in the cool sheets, restless and desperate, watching as he retrieved a condom from the jeans he’d tossed to the floor. Tearing into the foil with his teeth, he removed the tube of latex. Pinching the tip, he placed the ring over the head of his cock, then rolled it down the thick length. She thought she might stroke out from the sight, and from the fact that he hadn’t even asked if she wanted him to use one—he just did it.

Bending at the waist, he prowled over her, forcing her to lie back, her head on the pillows. He braced himself above her, though she was caged in by the defined arms on either side of her head. She arched her hips up to meet his, and they both moaned at the delicious contact.

She expected him to slide inside her then—was desperate for him to do just that. What she was not prepared for was a kiss—and what a kiss it was. Tangling long fingers through the raven-dark ribbons of her dreads, he tugged gently as he took her mouth roughly, awakening nerve endings in both places. She gasped into his mouth as her tongue met his own, as he explored her lips, her teeth, like he might never get the chance to again.

He kissed her until something liquid and golden began to flow through her veins, an ambrosia that mixed with the need that was riding her to become the most exquisite kind of longing she’d ever experienced. She couldn’t look away from those brilliant, bottle green eyes when they finally broke the kiss, breathing on her own a strange sensation after inhaling as one.

Reaching between them, he lined up his rigid shaft with her swollen heat, rubbing the tip back and forth through her wetness. One thrust of his hips and he was in, moving slowly but steadily forward until he’d hilted inside her.

“Jesus.” She rocked her hips up against him and had the pleasure of watching his eyes cross. “You’re big everywhere, aren’t you?”

He huffed out a laugh as he lowered his torso over hers. The friction of her pierced nipples against his chest sent a jolt through her system, and she arched up against him, seeking more. Bracing his weight on one arm, he used the other to cup one of her aching breasts, his fingers toying with its tip. She could have stayed like that all night, the twin jolts of pleasure-pain working her to a frenzy, but he shifted inside her. She caught her breath at the new angle.

“That’s it,” he murmured as she reached up to clutch at his back, her fingers digging into the muscle until he hissed. The dark glittering of his eyes that accompanied the sound told her he liked it, so she did it again, raking her nails down his back as he started to move more insistently inside her. “Come for me.”

“I think it’s your turn.” Still, she clung to him as sensation started to tighten in her core once again. Releasing her breast, he worked his hands between her ass and the bed. He cupped the globes of flesh, pulling her so tightly against him that she gasped, then rolled. His cock inside her touched nerve endings she hadn’t even known she had as he settled on his back with her astride him. She felt his hot stare on her breasts like a touch as his hands found her hips.

Wrapping long fingers around each curve, he urged her to move, faster and then faster still. She did with quick movements of her hips that had her clit grazing the flat plane of his pelvis with each thrust.

Her pace quickly became erratic as sparks lit at the tips of her fingers, in her toes and in her center. They heated, bursting into flame as they moved inward, bathing her body with heat. When they reached her core, she shuddered as all the small flames combined to form one, a great fire that roared to life and swallowed her whole.

She shuddered through one orgasm, and when she would have slid off Fred, boneless from release, he found her clit with his thumb, circling quickly and wringing one more wave from her body. This time, as she clenched around him, slick and tight, he let go, too. His hands on her hips urged her on as he thrust up into her heat, a dozen thrusts made sloppy by the drive for release. He shouted as he came, and when she would have closed her eyes, he met her stare with his own. She couldn’t look away as their bodies moved in sync, shuddering through the most intense joining she’d ever experienced.

They each stilled, still joined, skin damp with sweat. She still couldn’t look away from him, bound by some invisible thread, the same one that had led her to see him across the club, to approach him, to come here to his hotel.

Since her first few relationships, she’d understood that what drew people to one another wasn’t always equal. There were a million different shades of attraction, of like and love and lust. She didn’t believe in soul mates, either, the notion that there was only one special person out there that could complete her. Instead she thought it likely that there was more than one person in the world who could brighten her life, even if it wasn’t forever. She also understood, however, that that kind of connection, the bone-deep pull toward another human, was rare. Incredibly so.

And now here she was, in her early twenties in Amsterdam, on a trip that was supposed to be full of fun and exploration, and one of those bonds had sneaked up to slap her in the face.

She wanted it, craved it and wasn’t even a little bit ready for it.

Finally closing her eyes, she broke the physical link, sliding off him to lie down on the bed. She listened to him rise, pad across the floor to dispose of the condom, sip from a bottle of water, then climb back into the bed with her. She kept her eyes averted as he lay on his side, pulling her in close to him, their chests touching.

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