Page 64 of Deadly Attraction
“Yes, sir.”
She raised her hips to shimmy out of the pants and he grabbed the cuffs, dragging the tight material off her and knocking her off balance. She laughed, nearly tumbling off the bed. The satin panties went next and then she was gloriously naked for him.
Once more on her elbows, she bent her knees and splayed her legs wide, taunting him. “I need you inside me,” she said in that husky voice. “Now.”
“This is some therapy technique you have, Doc.”
“Why, yes, it is. Thanks for noticing. I promise, you’re going to enjoy it.” Her grin was wicked and sexy and sent his cock bobbing as she came up off her elbows to reach for him. “I’m good at what I do.”
Before he could stop her, she leaned forward, her lips touching the end of his cock. She kissed him there, making his legs go weak. “Jesus,” he hissed under his breath.
She slid to the edge of the bed and off of it, going to her knees in front of him. Her lips parted and she guided him into her mouth, deeper, deeper, deeper, until his eyes rolled up into the back of his head.
Her mouth stroked him. Her tongue teased. Her teeth scraped against his sensitive flesh. Grabbing her by the arms, he forced himself to draw back. “Another few seconds of that,” he huffed, “and I’m not going to make it.”
She twisted her lips into a pout. “That’s the idea, Mitch. To make you lose control.”
Lifting her from the floor, he set her on the bed, pushing her back. Her mound glistened in the candlelight and he wanted to go down on her, taste her on his tongue, but his cock wasn’t going to last for any other distractions. Running his hands under her knees, he raised them up and climbed between them, kissing the soft skin of her thighs, the spot above her pubic bone, her ribs. She arched into his kisses, wrapping her legs around his waist as he settled between her thighs.
She was wet and slick and he drove himself home, the sensation of flying overtaking him as she met him with a pelvic thrust that made him nearly come from the ferocity.
His mind went blank, his body taking over, grinding itself into her. Emma’s hips made tiny circles in between the thrusts, her inner walls pulling him in tight. Their bodies slapped together, over and over, the primal sound echoing in the room.
The need, the desperation echoed with it as Emma raked her hands across his shoulders to his back. Her eyes locked on his, her lips swollen from his kisses parted, ready for more. He didn’t know how it was possible, but she pulled him in closer, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Another impossibility, but his cock seemed to grow, just from that look, that need of hers to have more of him. He wanted to give it to her, give her everything she wanted.
Her eyelashes fluttered, about to close as her back lifted her higher. So close. She was so close and he was going to follow her right over that perfect fucking edge of oblivion.
“Open your eyes.” He wanted to see her when she came. Look into her soul. “Don’t close me off.”
“Never,” she whispered, meeting his gaze. “I’m all yours.”
The words nearly stalled him, his body locking up as his brain kicked in. But then Emma grasped his hips with her hands, her gaze locked on his. “I need this,” she added. “Your brand of therapy.”
Catching her bottom lip in his teeth again, he bit her, released, kissed the swollen skin. Her tongue licked into his mouth and he increased their rhythm.
The bed springs groaned, the headboard smacking into the wall. Ah, yes. He needed this too. Fucking her hard and deep and loving how she took it all and gave it back to him.
“Come for me,” he rasped against her mouth, feeling her milking him as he bore down on her. “I want to make you scream.”
Scream she did. She clung to him, eyelashes at half-mast as she convulsed and writhed under him. He continued to move with her, letting her ride out the orgasm as she took him over the sweet edge and into his.
