Aftershock (21 page)

Every nerve zapped where his tongue touched her skin. She tried to hold his head close to her body, but he removed her hands and smiled at her.

“Slow and easy, Syd. Just hang on for the ride.”

Hang on? The world already spun, and he’d hardly done anything yet.

Putting his lips over one nipple he sucked it into his mouth, thin satin fabric of her bra and all. He captured it with his teeth, grazed lightly before he moved to the other one. Finally he flicked open the front clasp of the bra, freeing her breasts. He’d seen them before, certainly, but tonight he seemed mesmerized by them, staring at them with a wild hunger in his eyes.

Sydney could barely remain standing. Just the look in his eyes was enough to make her shiver and every touch only made her weaker. His hands brushed her skin with a whisper of touch as he slid sleeves and straps down her arms. He discarded both bra and blouse and tossed them to the side.

When he sucked one entire nipple into his mouth, with no fabric as a shield, she felt the tug all the way to her pussy and squeezed her thighs together. She grabbed his upper arms to stabilize herself, digging her nails into the hard muscles beneath them. He suckled the nipple until she was ready to pass out from the pleasure before he turned his attention to the other one. By the time he lifted his mouth from her breasts, her entire body hummed with need.

“Hold your breasts for me.” His voice was edged with harsh desire. “Do it, Sydney.”

Without protest she cupped them in the palms of her hands and held them out to him like an offering.

“Good, good.” His voice thickened. “Keep doing that.”

Now he unfastened the button on her slacks and, with a deliberate movement, slid the zipper down. He traced his finger lightly over her navel before sliding his hand between her panties and her slacks to cup her pussy.

“Soaked.” His voice was thick with lust. “Don’t ever try to tell me you don’t want this because I’ll know you’re lying.”

He rubbed two fingers the length of her slit, pressing the silk fabric of her bikini panties into the hot, wet flesh. With each glide, he rasped the tip of her clitoris, the movement sending shockwaves through her body. She rocked herself on his hand and silently urged him to do more and do it faster. In a move of desperate need she grabbed his T-shirt and tried to yank it over his head.

Rick laughed, the sound low and sexy, but he took his hand from between her thighs just long enough to rid himself of the garment.

“Lick my nipples,” he told her. “Bite them like I did yours.”

Oh, yes. She could get with that part of the program. As long as he put his hand back where it was before. And he did, leaving her slacks halfway down her hips. She had no idea how she kept her balance, holding her breasts for him as he asked, and closed her teeth over first one nipple then the other. But nothing seemed to matter except the hot sensation building low in her body and the sounds of pleasure that rolled from his mouth. He sucked in a breath as she swiped at the hard buds with her tongue over and over. She could feel the thrumming of the blood in his veins beneath her touch. Empowered, she sucked his nipples harder and harder. In response, his hand between her thighs pressed more tightly against her cunt. His fingers stroked her slit and rubbed her clit through the now-soaked fabric.

She rode his hand, trapping it with her thighs, as she tormented his nipples and licked his hard chest. Everything in her focused on that central spot in her body where sensation piled on sensation. The more he rubbed, the more she sucked his hard little male tips. His breath sounded raw in the still air of the room.

“Stop,” he growled, and used his free hand to tug her face away from his body. “No more. Not now. Come for me, Sydney. Come right now in my hand.”

That was all it took to push her over the edge. She clutched at him as her climax exploded, and she poured into his hand. Her hips rocked as she rode out the spasms, the tremors in her pussy, the shudders that shook her body.

“You don’t know how much I love to make you come.”

She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her.

“But,” he continued, “I think we have too many clothes on.”

Brushing her hands away when she would have taken care of herself, he eased the slacks down her legs and helped her to step out of them. Then the panties. When he lifted them to his face and inhaled her scent, she trembled at the erotic sight.

His eyes raked the length of her body.

“Jesus, Sydney. The sight of you in those heels makes me so hard it hurts. One of these times, I’m going to bend you over the bed wearing nothing but those heels and fuck you from behind until you beg for mercy.”

She sucked in her breath, the muscles in her stomach tightened; every place he’d touched her throbbed with a life of its own as her body responded to the imagery of his words.

He urged her onto the bed and lifted each foot one at a time, discarding the strappy sandals she wore. Then, slowly, he kissed the arch of each foot and trailed his mouth across the surface. Sydney had never known ankles could be erogenous zones until Rick laved each one with the barest touch of his tongue before he stroked it up the inside of her legs. Up one leg to where her cunt waited greedily for him to fill it and then down the other. Missing the part where she wanted him to touch the most.

Her breath caught in her throat, her lungs felt crushed, and every part of her body seemed to be on pause as he teased her with light kisses and little nips of his teeth. Easing her back onto the bed, he knelt between her legs and lifted them to drape over his shoulders.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded. “Let yourself feel.”

If she felt any more, she’d self-combust, but she did as he said. His thumbs caressed the lips of her pussy before pressing them open. One slippery glide of his tongue the length of her slit and every nerve fired, every muscle constricted. Nothing existed except for her body and the way Rick played it with his educated tongue. Over and over, he licked the wet flesh, stopping now and then to thrust it inside before resuming the steady, erotic dance.

Sydney dug her fingers into the covers to anchor herself as the heat inside her built higher and higher and the coil of need unwound faster and faster. When he slid two fingers into her hot channel, she dug her heels into his bare shoulders and tried to pull him closer. But Rick set the pace and he wasn’t about to be hurried. The torture was exquisite. He glided his fingers in and out of her, sucking her clit into his mouth and brushing his tongue over it.

He took her so high she wanted that breathtaking free fall with desperation. Wanted to feel her body clench in spasm after spasm. At last, when she didn’t think she could take the torment one more moment, he added a third finger and bit down on her clit. That was all it took.

She exploded, pushing herself at him as she drove herself on his fingers and his mouth. He eased her through it, sucking hard on her clit and thrusting his fingers in and out of her spasming pussy until the last tremor had subsided. Then he took a long moment to lick every inch of her sensitive skin, sliding his fingers free only when she went completely limp. Through slitted eyes, she watched him lift his head and ease her legs from his shoulders.

He rose to his feet, a dark silhouette outlined in the bright moonlight that fell across the room. The look in his eyes as hot as ever, he lapped every bit of her moisture from his fingers with excruciating slowness.

“When you fall asleep at night,” he told her, “I want this to be the sight you take into your dreams with you. Me tasting you. Your juice on my tongue. In my mouth.”

The image was so sensual her body began to catch fire all over again, despite the fact she still shivered from the orgasm.

Oh, God. I am so hooked on him
.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered.

Silently he reached a hand out to her and pulled her up to a sitting position.

“Just watch,” he said.

“I want to feel you,” she protested. “I
need
to touch you.”

“Not yet. Touch yourself. Go on. Put your fingers on that sweet, soaked pussy of yours and rub yourself while I finish undressing. It makes me hot to see you touch yourself.”

For a long moment, Rick thought she’d refuse. Her hand hovered tentatively over her slick flesh and her damp curls. Then she eased her thighs apart and ran one finger up and down the length of her slit. Once, twice, then in a steady rhythm.

Shit
.

He was afraid he’d come before he even got his zipper down, just watching her. His gaze never left her, his eyes on that slim finger with its steady movement as he unsnapped his jeans. His cock was so swollen, he had to be careful sliding the zipper down not to do any damage. The moment he freed himself, his shaft flexed with need. As rapidly as he could, he got rid of his shoes and socks, jeans and boxer shorts, kicking everything to one side.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked with a slow up-and-down movement as he continued to watch her caress herself. One thick drop of fluid beaded on the slit right at the top of the dark purple head. With his forefinger, he spread it over the surrounding area. Then, on impulse, reached down and painted some of it on the finger she used to rub herself with.

Sydney opened her mouth on a tiny gasp and, on impulse, he stepped between her thighs and clasped the back of her head, pulling it forward. Resting the head of his shaft on her plump lower lip, he rubbed it back and forth against the soft skin.

Sydney leaned forward and closed her mouth over his shaft then ran her tongue over the head. When she pulled back, her lips glistened with his precum, and she licked it away.

Jesus.

He tightened his grip on his shaft and nudged it toward her mouth again. This time, she pushed his fingers aside, replacing them with her own, and inched forward so she could take him deeper. An involuntary groan rolled from his throat and he thrust his hips forward. Her mouth was like hot, sweet sin, blistering him with its heat. When she slipped her other hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, he nearly lost it. Teeth ground together, he dug deep for every bit of self-control as he rocked into the burning wetness of her.

He knew he should pull out, knew he was too close to the edge but, holy shit, he wanted this. Badly. So he closed his eyes and gave himself over to her mouth and her hands, reveling in the feel and the sensation. Every nerve in his body was focused on the sensations she drew from him. When the familiar tightness gripped the muscles of his lower back and his balls, he stiffened and exploded into her mouth.

He forced his eyes open, needing to see her as he came in thick spurts. Her lips were closed tightly around his cock. Her fingers gripped the base and her throat convulsed as she swallowed again and again. He was close to a state of collapse, his legs so weak he wasn’t sure he could stand. With the last of his energy, he withdrew slowly from Sydney’s mouth, managed to lift her to her feet, yanked back the covers on the bed, and rolled onto it carrying her with him.

He lay back on the pillows and tugged her up until she was on top of him, straddling his hips, her head resting on his chest. He tried to find the right words to say, but his mind was a blank, wiped clean by her incredible mouth and her very responsive body.

Rick lazily stroked her shoulder and the curve of her back, loving the satiny feel of her skin beneath his fingers. Her soft breath tickled the hair on his chest, caressing his skin like a gentle breeze. He felt replete, barely able to move, yet at the same time still hungry for her body. He wanted to be inside her, feel her close around him. Feel her silky cunt grasp him like a hot, wet fist.

Unbelievably, his penis thickened again, hardening beneath her body. He needed to move while he still could.

Shifting her gently to the side, he stumbled off the bed to find his jeans, dug out his wallet, and extracted the condom he’d put in there optimistically just a few days ago. Then he was back on the bed and lifting her over him again. Centering the hot slickness of her pussy over his rapidly reawakening shaft, he used his hands to rock her back and forth. Her liquid heat burned into him. The blaze of it seeped into his body and rushed to every nerve ending.

The bright moonlight washed over her, framing her, reflecting off the graceful lines of her body. He was amazed at how fast he was ready again. Sliding one hand between their bodies he ran the tips of his fingers along the length of her cunt. His heartbeat tripped when he realized how wet she was again so quickly.

Rick grabbed the condom he’d dropped onto the bed beside them, shifted Sydney enough to free his dick, and rolled the latex on with an unsteady hand. Then, as carefully as if he was placing crystal on a tray, he eased her down onto his throbbing shaft. He heard the sharp intake of her breath when he filled her, felt her thighs squeeze against him. Linking his fingers with hers, he looked into her eyes, stunned at the raging desire he saw in them. She gazed back at him and, for a brief moment, he felt as if he could see into her soul. Saw things she kept hidden away.

Then she blinked and the thread was broken.

“Are you okay?” he asked. What would he do if she said no?

“Yes,” she whispered. “More than okay.”

She leaned forward and the silk of her hair fell around them like a dark curtain. She pressed her lips to his and rocked her hips gently.

“You feel so damn good,” he told her, amazed he could say anything at all.

“So do you.” Her words were still no louder than a whisper, her face cloaked by her hair that draped all around them.

Rick was torn. He could stay like this forever, but the need to come inside her body was that of a wild animal hungry for its mate.

“Move with me,” he urged.

Releasing one hand, he slipped it between them to find the hot button of her clit. With slow movements, he rocked up to her until she caught the rhythm. His fingers stroked her so slowly that restraint was excruciating. At that same time, he didn’t want this to be over. Wanted it go on and on.