On the third pass, his hand slipped under the elastic of her sweat pants to caress her bottom. Oh god, it was wildly exciting, feeling his big, warm hand on her skin, slowly stroking, reaching further and further down with his hand until he touched her most sensitive skin, entering her slightly with the tip of one finger. She was slick already, she knew he could feel her arousal. As she could feel his, huge and hot against her stomach. His finger pressed more deeply into her, just as his tongue delved more deeply into her mouth. She couldhardly breathe with excitement but it didn’t make any difference. Somehow he was breathing for her.
A long finger entered her, stroking the inside walls of her sheath in slow passes. His thumb passed over her clitoris.
Caroline gasped into his mouth and felt him stiffen. In an instant, her sweat pants and panties were off. She barely felt him strip her, she was so taken with his hands and his mouth. One moment she had on her soft sweat suit pants, the next moment, she felt the heat of the fire on her backside.
Somehow his jeans had come off, too, though she couldn’t figure out how, since he was always touching her.
“Make me go slow,” he whispered into her mouth, as he lifted her over him. In a moment, her legs were straddling him, the lips of her sex open over that long, thick hot column. “Put me in yourself.”
“Okay,” she whispered back.
He was so aroused she found it hard to pull his penis away from his stomach and she had to lift herself up on her knees to position herself against the head. She slid along it, testing herself and felt him exhale heavily into her mouth.
His lifted his mouth from hers and gently bumped his forehead against hers. She held his penis and swirled herself around his head, feeling him swell against her fingers and against the swollen tissues of her sex.
“Oh, God,” he said, his voice shaky. “Do that again.”
He was sweating lightly. A bead of sweat trailed from his temple down over the high cheekbone to the jaw, where it trembled lightly and disappeared into the thick mat of hair covering his chest.
It wasn’t that hot. What had him trembling and sweating was the self-control he was using, letting her set the pace.
He was deliberately not touching her, his hands fisted on the couch, white-knuckled, as if he didn’t trust himself to use his hands.
Caroline circled her hips, dipping slightly so that he entered her maybe an inch, then lifting away. He made a low sound deep in his throat, but didn’t move. He was so hot she could almost see steam rise off him, he was breathing hard, he was so aroused the penis she was holding was like a bar of steel, but he was still letting her run the show.
Another dip into him, another whimper, and he let his head fall back over the couch, eyes closed.
The visible control he was exerting over himself was so exciting she could feel a rush of moisture well inside her. A drop ran down his penis and he shuddered.
“Now. Please.” His voice was low and guttural.
Yes. Now.
Holding him by the thick base, Caroline lowered herself slowly on to him, feeling him slide inside her, first the thick head then the long column. When she stopped, he was fully embedded in her and she felt his thick, wiry pubic hair against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
While feeling him slide slowly into her, she’d closed her eyes, to savor the feeling. Now she opened them to find his fixed on her, burning bright. Watching his eyes, she leaned forward and lay her lips lightly on his. Everything about his face was hard—the brutal slashes of his cheekbones, the rigid, well-defined jawline, the finely flared nostrils. Everythingexcept his mouth, which looked so hard and yet felt so soft under hers.
Turning her head, she opened his mouth with hers, exploring him with her tongue. At the first touch of her tongue to his, he made a noise deep in his chest and his penis leapt inside her, swelling impossibly bigger.
Oh, God, this was just so enticing!
Jack Prescott was the strongest man she’d ever met, everseen. He carried an aura of power with him, strong and durable. She was no match for him in any physical way and yet right now, she felt much more powerful than him.
She felt like the Queen of the World, with a warrior to command, that powerful body humming under hers, ready to do her bidding.
She stroked his tongue again, and when he moved inside her, she bore down on him, so that it was like a stroke. His breath came out in a soundless explosion.
“Do you like that?” Caroline slid her hands into his black hair, curling her fingers a little to tug it. Not enough to hurt him, but enough for him to feel the bite of it.
It always surprised her to feel how warm his hair was, since it was the color of midnight.
“God, yeah,” he muttered, the tone guttural.
“And this?” She raised up a little on her knees, pulling him slightly out of her, then slid back down on him using all her weight. “Do you like this?”
“Yeah. Oh yeah.” He was panting and sweating, jaws tightly clenched in an effort to maintain self-control.
Caroline intended to torture him a little, explore thesefeelings of power over him that were so enticing, even though she knew quite well it was power he willing ceded. Still, it was heady.