Page 71 of Meant to Be
The sounds coming from her at his touch were music to his ears. When they’d been together before, she’d held back, her reserve keeping her from letting go during sex. This time, she didn’t hide anything. Each sigh and moan encouraged him and heightened his arousal. Wanting to make this time last, and to prove to her he actually had skills in bed, he pushed her hands away from him. He’d be the only one touching and tasting right now. She tried to reach for him again, but he took her hips and lifted her so she was no longer sitting on his thighs but kneeling. He cascaded kisses along her abdomen and swirled his tongue in her belly button, mimicking things to come. Her breath hitched and her hands grabbed his shoulders. He bent, sliding his tongue lower, lower.
Her breath quickened. Her fingers slid through his hair. At first, he thought she was stopping him, but when he hesitated, she pulled him closer.No. No reserve now.He obeyed and dipped his head lower, inhaling her sweet scent. His tongue snaked out and skimmed over the flushed, pink distended nub between her thighs. She cried out, and her hips jerked forward as her hands pulled him to her.
He smiled, gripped her hips, and then feasted, letting her mews, gasps, and moans guide him.
“Oh, God, Mitch. Don’t stop, don’t stop…”
He wanted to feel her come around him again, but he couldn’t deny her this. If he was as good in bed as he thought he was, he’d be able to make her come again once he was inside her. This time, though, he’d give her what she was pleading for. She’d never begged before, and the sound of it was music to his ears.
One hand released her hip, and he slid two fingers inside her and forward as he suckled the hard arousal. Her entire body tightened as she let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a moan. Then her body convulsed and her hips gyrated against his lips. He held her there, amazed at the length and intensity of her release. Finally, her body sagged, boneless, against him. She sat back, and he had the strongest need to fill her right then. Fortunately, he had the wherewithal to realize he had no protection on. So, instead, he held her until her harsh breathing subsided.
She leaned back slightly, her hazel eyes piercing his. “I was supposed to be in charge here.”
He grinned and lay back, with palms open as if to say, “Have at it.”
She smiled. It was a sexy, erotic smile he’d never seen. Though he didn’t think it was possible, he hardened even more.
She slid back, sat on his thighs, and wrapped her hands around him. Again, she watched her hands slide up and down. Then she leaned over. Her tongue, so hot and wet, started between his legs lapping up to the tip, and it was his turn to gasp. She wasn’t the first woman to use her mouth on him. Yet, this was different. He couldn’t explain how or why. All thought left, leaving only Sydney and the incredible things she was doing. He was quickly heading to a place of no return. He wasn’t averse to a woman jacking him off, but he wanted, needed, to be inside her again.
Somehow, he managed to reach to the bedside table, his hand rummaging through the drawer, searching for a condom. Next time he’d keep them under the pillow.
“Syd. Jesus, Syd.” He thrust the condom at her.
Her hazel eyes looked at him in puzzlement. “I think I’ve got things well in hand.”
She was killing him. He would be dead for sure. He couldn’t find words, which was good, because what would come out would probably be vulgar. Instead, he pushed her hands away and fumbled with the condom.
“Let me.” She took the condom. Tearing it open, she settled the latex over him. “I’ve done this to bananas but never to a man.”
He draped his arm over his face, the agony almost too much to bear. “Probably because you’re too slow.” He sat, pushing her hands away. While one of his hands rolled the condom on, the other pulled her hips over him. “Have mercy.” Now he was the one begging.
He thought she laughed, but at least she took mercy and sank over him, shifting back and forth to make sure he was in all the way.
His groan filled the room. His arms banded around her to keep her from moving. He was teetering on the brink. He might have to surrender this battle and hope that he would feel her coming around him again another time. But he wasn’t quite ready to give up the fight.
“Don’t move.” His arms made sure she stayed still, but when he suckled her breast, she contracted around him.
“Mitch.” His name came out on a gasp as his lips tugged on her breast and his fingers flicked between her thighs.
“Come.” His mouth went dry. “I want to feel you come.”
She let out a moan and her hips rocked. He grimaced. She needed to move to find her own release, but he was too close. He’d reach the finish line before her. His fingers worked faster and his lips suckled harder.
“Oh… oh…” She sounded surprised, but then her head threw back and she clamped around him like a vice.
And that was it. His release burst, tearing through him with a long, feral growl. He grabbed her hips, forcing them up and down over him. Faster. Harder. Her body squeezing and massaging him until stars swam in his eyes. With a final yell, he yanked her down and emptied everything he had.
