Page 40 of Winner Takes All

He sets down our bags and quickly closes the distance between us. We don’t need words to tell each other what we want and need. Maybe we really have been made for each other. Maybe there was never a chance of anyone else for either of us.

“When you give me this look, Nikki, it makes me want to do very unholy things to your body,” he says with a wicked grin that goes straight to my core. My breath rushes out in a heated sigh, making his eyes darken.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want you to do to me,” I say as I press forward, feeling an ache as my covered breasts press against his hard chest. I love running my hands and tongue all over his incredible body.

Victor pulls me tight against him then lowers his head and kisses me with heat, hunger, passion. . . and I want more. I can never get close enough to him, can never sate this desire he brings to the surface.

I run my hands down his back and squeeze his firm ass. He’s like a man possessed as his lips own mine. He commands me with nothing but his tongue and hands, showing me I’m his as much as he’s mine.

My legs grow weak as he kisses me for long moments then pulls back, his eyes on fire. He lifts a hand and traces the collar of my shirt, the soft pad of his index finger burning the skin at the top of my chest.

He gazes into my eyes as he slowly begins undoing my blouse, one button at a time as if he isn’t in a hurry at all. It’s pleasure and pain all at once. I need his fingers on my naked skin, but I love this buildup as well. I reach up to help him, but he smiles and pushes my fingers away. He wants to do this, and I’m more than willing to let him.

The last button finally comes undone, and instead of removing my shirt, he parts it then rubs his fingers down the exposed skin, sending shivers through me. He moves up and down a few times, barely skimming my breasts, making my nipples instantly harden. I can’t take much more of this.

“Please, Victor, please,” I beg. I want his mouth on my aching buds.

“Tell me what to do,” he says in a low growl.

“I want to be naked, want you touching me,” I demand.

“I am touching you,” he says with a smirk. I glare at him and he laughs. He then removes my shirt. It’s not enough.

“Not in the right places,” I tell him. He laughs. Right now I don’t find him amusing at all. I’m about to take over whether he wants it or not.

Before he can stop me, I reach up and unclip the front clasp of my bra, the material pulling away, exposing my breasts. The air on my nipples makes me groan. They’re so damn sensitive right now. His gaze instantly zeros in on them and I see the flare in his eyes. I love how much he desires me, nearly as much as I do him.

“I still can’t get used to how perfect you are,” he whispers in appreciation. The awe in his voice makes my knees shake.

“I could say the same about your body, but you’re wearing too many clothes,” I huskily tell him. He again smiles at me. I love the teasing, the flirting, the foreplay. I love every moment of being with him.

Victor quickly lifts his shirt and throws it aside, finally allowing me to look at his beautiful chest I’ve touched every inch of. It doesn’t matter as I want to touch it over and over again. He steps out of his pants and stands before me in nothing more than a tight pair of boxer briefs. He looks damn fine in nothing but underwear. He could easily be a model, but I don’t want anyone else to see the perfection of him in so little clothes. He’s mine, and only mine. No one else gets to see him like this.

“Yep, perfection,” I tell him, looking straight down at his impressive arousal straining against the cotton of his briefs. I reach out and trace my finger over the bulge, then reach up to the waistband to remove them. He doesn’t stop me. The moment he springs free my mouth waters.

He grabs my pants and undoes them, quickly taking them and my panties off in one fell swoop. Finally we’re naked together. It’s about time.

He grabs me once more and pulls me against him, sweet relief filling me as we’re finally connected. He picks me up and walks to the bedroom where he sets me down on the bed before joining me, our bodies pressed together, but not intimately enough.

I wiggle against him, my breasts brushing his chest, my nipples pulsing with the need to be touched. He doesn’t make me wait as he moves his head, his lips trailing down my jaw, then lower, over my collarbone, and finally to my breasts where he circles my nipple. He does this several times, wetting my skin before blowing on it, making my stomach tighten.

Just when I’m about to grab his head and force him to stay in one place, he opens his mouth and takes a nipple in, his tongue sweeping the hardened peak, making me groan in pleasure. He moves back and forth from nipple to nipple until I’m calling out his name over and over before he moves away, his mouth traveling down my stomach, his tongue making lazy circles on my heated skin.

Pushing my thighs apart, his tongue runs along the smooth flesh of my legs before moving to my core. He dips inside before lavishing attention on my throbbing clit, sucking, licking, nipping in a way that has me screaming.

He sucks hard and sends me over the edge. My body quivers beneath his masterful tongue for long, beautiful, glorious moments. He doesn’t stop though, simply grips my butt and continues licking me. It hurts for a moment, but then I feel pleasure once again building. It’s too much, yet not enough at the same time. He doesn’t stop, and before long I feel a new orgasm building. He suddenly sinks two fingers deep within me, and that’s all it takes for me to soar. I grip his hair as I shudder over and over again.

Finally he pulls back and licks his moist lips, making my stomach tremble again. He then climbs up my body. His eyes are dark with desire and I spread my thighs wide as he settles between them. He doesn’t hesitate any longer as he pushes into me with one hard thrust that causes my breath to rush from me.

I close my eyes and see stars as the sound of waves crashing on the beach fill my ears. He moves fast, in and out, and I greet him thrust for thrust, our bodies slamming together in a fury that can’t be sated.

I don’t know how long we’re making love, but long enough for our bodies to be covered in a sheen of sweat, and for both of us to barely be able to breathe. I again fall over the edge, mybody gripping his tightly as the most powerful orgasm of all rips through me, tightening my core around him.

This makes him lose control, and with another thrust, he growls as he has his own release. Finally he collapses against me, and we hold each other tight. Several long moments pass with neither of us saying a word.

He pulls back, and I’m always sad to lose our connection, but I don’t have the strength to reach for him and pull him back. I don’t have to worry though, because he turns our bodies, then pulls me tight against him. I close my eyes and, being fully sated, and fall asleep utterly secure and fully in love.

Chapter Twenty-One

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