Nameless (46 page)

As the
throbbing pleasure enveloped her, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled her
upper body down, hearing Seth’s strangled groan as the angle and depth of
penetration shifted dramatically with her change of position.

She tried to
kiss him, her mouth clumsy and hungry. Realized that his mouth was clumsy and
hungry as well.

Then she was
aware of something else. Could feel the spasms of her orgasm in her breasts.

There was
nothing she could do. It was happening on its own. The letdown reflex had taken
over, so her breasts and Seth’s chest were wet with her milk.

Seth didn’t
even seem to notice. His face twisted with effort and pleasure. His grunts had
turned into harsh, agonized exclamations. Erin was still leaning down over him,
but she had to hold on as Seth’s body rocked uncontrollably beneath her.

“Yeah,” she
gasped, realizing he was on the verge of coming but was trying to fight against
it. “Yeah, Seth. You come too.”

At her words,
he stared up at her face—just a few inches from his—and their eyes met. His
eyes were wild, feral, almost pained in their need. But he held her gaze as he
let out a muted roar and jerked his pelvis up into her a few more times.

He came, and
she saw the transformation on his face, in his eyes. The tension breaking and a
flood of raw pleasure overwhelming him.

It was like
nothing she’d ever experienced, and the pleasure Erin felt from watching him
almost rivaled the lingering feel of her own orgasm.

She was slumped
against him when his body began to relax at last. His arms had moved around
her, clutching at her, holding her tightly against him.

Erin realized
she was whimpering a little, from fatigue and satisfaction and something even
deeper that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Erin?” Seth
murmured.

With great
effort, she managed to lift her face from where it had been pressed into the
nook between his neck and shoulder. She felt Seth’s hand in her hair, curving
around her skull.

Then he was
kissing her again—this time soft, leisurely, tender. The sweetest thing she’d
ever known.

Her eyes burned
when she finally pulled away, unable to handle any more of it. She was once
more aware of the liquid all over her breasts, dripping down the sides of Seth's
chest. She reached for the towel, wiping her breasts off and then Seth’s chest
and belly.

He kept
watching her, and she tried not to wonder what he was thinking.

Realizing Seth’s
cock was starting to soften, she pulled off him, letting him grab the base of
the condom to hold it in place until their bodies parted.

“Well,” she
said resignedly, collapsing next to him on the bed. “At least the milk didn’t
spray all over, the way some women say it does for them.”

Seth chuckled
faintly and rolled off the bed to take care of the condom.

Erin stretched
out. Finished wiping herself off with the towel. Decided she felt pretty damned
good and that the sex had been quite successful, despite the excessive leakage.

When Seth
returned to the bed, he was rather quiet. He lay on his back and stared up at
the ceiling.

Kind of
surprised that he didn’t pull her into his arms, Erin rolled over and draped
herself against his side, feeling like she wanted to cuddle a little. “Hey.”

He turned his
head to look at her. “Hey,” he murmured with a slight smile.

"You
weirded out?"

"No."

"Unsettled?"

"No."
He paused. "Not by the milk, anyway. In fact, it’s an excellent means of
assessing whether a woman's orgasm is genuine."

Erin snorted. Then
realized what he'd said, and she felt a little pang that something had
unsettled him, even if it wasn't her leaking all over him. “You okay?”

“Of course. It
was incredible.” He made a face. “It would have been nice if I could have made
it a little long—”

Erin’s groan of
exasperation interrupted him before he could finish. “For God’s sake, Seth. That
was amazing sex. Why would you think you needed to last any longer?”

He shrugged
with one shoulder. “Well, our previous experiences have set the bar at a
certain level, so my expectations in terms of how much I please you are
unusually high.”

 “Pompous
idiot.” She caressed his chest, trailing her hand down to his flat belly. “One
orgasm was more than enough for me. You pleased me...a lot. And what else would
you expect? It’s been a long time, since we’ve...I mean, for me, it’s been...” She
cut off her words, feeling a little awkward all of a sudden. Wished she hadn’t
brought the subject up.

Seth met her
eyes evenly. “Six months,” he finished. “It’s been six months, for
both
of us.”

Erin had to
look away. Couldn’t handle the intensity and depth in his eyes. Couldn’t
believe he hadn’t had sex in six months.

Couldn’t
believe he hadn’t had sex with anyone since her.

Felt
overwhelmed and like she might suffocate on a strange ache in her throat, in
her chest, in her belly.

There were a
lot of questions and reflections lingering on the borders of her conscious
mind, but she wasn’t quite ready to deal with them yet.

To distract
herself from the overload of feeling and confusion, she stared down at her hand
as it stroked the softer flesh of Seth’s lower belly. Then, without any
conscious decision, her fingers slipped even lower. Caressed his sated
cock—aware of something strangely protective, possessive, and tender as she
played with his him almost idly.

When she found
the courage to glance up at his face again, she saw that he was watching her
with fond amusement. “Having fun?”

She grinned,
her hand shifting to fondle his balls. “Yep. I never get to have any fun with
it when it isn’t hard.”

Seth made a
sound that suspiciously resembled a snort. “In general, it’s more fun when it’s
hard. Which is why it’s a shame when it doesn’t stay hard for as long as it's
supposed to.”

 “You aren’t
going to start bemoaning your lack of control again, are you? I
like
that you came when you did.” Although her tone was grumpy, she recognized that
she was speaking the truth.

Seth arched one
eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“That’s right. It
made me feel...” She couldn’t think of the right word. What she wanted to say
was “special,” but that sounded far too stupid to voice. When she realized Seth
was waiting expectantly for her to complete her sentence, she scowled again. “And,
furthermore, only an arrogant clod would think that he—”

She stopped
again, this time because something flared up in Seth’s eyes. Something familiar
but completely unexpected.

She was still
holding his cock in her hand, stroking it with her thumb, and her fingers
tightened slightly as she recognized what the look in Seth’s eyes must mean.

“Would you call
me arrogant, pompous and egotistical,” Seth began, speaking in a luscious,
husky drawl, “if I say there’s a chance I might be able to make up for the
control I lacked before?”

“Uh,” Erin
mumbled, gaping at him in surprise.

She felt his
cock twitch in her hand.

“Oh,” she said
at last, her befuddled mind finally realizing the new possibilities. "Already?"

It wasn’t even
midnight yet.

Her eyes were
wide as she gazed at his face, and her mouth wobbled a little—in excitement, in
anticipation, in irony. “Oh, goodie.”

***

It wasn’t long before Seth was
fully erect again.

Erin had
continued fondling him, strangely delighted by the feel of his hardening
beneath her hand. When he was fully erect and had started sucking in his breath
with harsh hisses every time she stroked up the length of him, she reached over
for another condom packet and ripped it open.

Seth’s face was
slightly flushed, but he managed to arch one eyebrow in dry inquiry. “Are you
going to put that on with your mouth again?”

“I don’t know. Probably
not. I don’t want all my good moves to get boring too soon.”

“That
would
be a shame. When did you learn that particular skill, anyway?” He sat up and
reached out for the condom. Started to roll it on himself.

Erin wasn’t
sure if Seth was just in a hurry or if he actually thought she hadn’t wanted to
use her mouth this time. Either way, his assumption didn’t seem worth countering.
Instead, she simply answered his question. “Oh, I don’t remember. You pick
things up. There was a time when I actually had a social life, you know.”

It seemed ages
ago now—the time when Erin had dated a lot, when she’d had sex more than twice
a year. Even now, in the antique bed of a suite in an expensive inn with Seth Thomas,
she felt far removed from that kind of life.

Seth smiled
quietly. “There was a time when I did too.”

She wasn’t sure
if she felt tender, or amused, or a little nervous about his comment and about
the silent understanding in his gaze.

So she decided
she’d just concentrate on the matter at hand instead. She adjusted herself on
the bed until she was stretched out beside him. “You know, my thighs are kind
of tired, so I think I’ll let you get on top this time.”

“Sounds good to
me,” Seth agreed, positioning himself between her parted thighs. He reached his
hand down to explore her intimate flesh. “How are you doing?”

She knew
exactly what he was asking, and—although he could obviously feel the answer for
himself—she replied, with a quick intake of breath as his fingers slid inside
her, “Ready to go.”

Without further
ado, Seth reached down and, holding his cock with one hand, lined himself up. Then
Erin bent her legs and pulled her knees up as he slid in.

Seth inhaled in
pleasure as he sunk into her, but his eyes remained opened, and he planted his
hands on either side of her shoulders, straightening his arms to hold his upper
body above her.

Erin arched
beneath him, the sensations from the penetration filling her tightly and making
her squirm. “Have I mentioned,” she began breathlessly, her arms reaching up to
stroke his shoulders and neck, “that I really enjoy doing this with you?”

Seth gave a
grunt of amusement and eased his pelvis back a bit before thrusting forward.
“Likewise.”

Her fingers
tightened reflexively into the hard muscles of his shoulders, and she couldn’t
hold back a moan of languorous pleasure as the friction sent shudders pulsing
out. “I can’t figure out,” she continued, determined to keep up her end of the
conversation for as long as she possibly could, “if you’re particularly
talented in this or...”

He pulled back
and then sunk into her again, his time levering up with his hips. Her words
were cut off with an involuntary gasp as a jolt of pure sensation caused her to
buck up her hips and flail one arm out to clutch at the sheets.

Seth’s face was
now set with concentration, and his eyes were fixed steadily on her face. She
saw again that deep, disturbing expression there. “Or
what
?”

Erin had to
summon all of her control to keep from pumping her hips frantically beneath him.
Determined to match his leisurely rhythm, she forced herself to only move her
hips to meet his thrusts.

After two more
thrusts from him, several broken gasps from her, and a few helpless tosses of
her head, Erin managed to complete her earlier thought. “Or if we just happen
to be particularly in sync in bed.”

Seth’s body was
tight, the muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling as he held himself up, as
he pumped into her with steady strokes. “Very likely both.”

Erin—dealing
with a number of feelings between her legs and in her heart—was really glad
that he sounded breathless too.

His speed
didn’t accelerate, but he’d added a roll of his hips to his lever up on each
thrust, which was really working for her. She had let go of his shoulder by
now, since it took too much concentration to keep reaching up. Instead, she clung
to the nearest bedpost with one hand and clawed at the sheets with the other.

Her body felt
like it was swelling with the lush friction and motion, but she used the last
of her focus to grit out, “Or maybe
I’m
...really...talented...at this.” Her
feet had flattened on the mattress, and she was thrusting her hips up urgently
to meet him in an effort to get as much pleasure as possible.

“Definitely...that,”
Seth agreed, his words coming out more like grunts.

On his next in-stroke,
Erin intuitively squeezed her inner muscles around the hard substance of his
cock.

Seth let out a
muffled exclamation, and his rhythm picked up immediately.

Crying out in
relief, Erin matched the faster tempo as she rocked beneath him. She clung to the
bedpost for stability and tossed her head against the pillow restlessly,
causing her hair to fall into her mouth the way it always did.

Seth was
panting above her, but he wasn’t saying anything now. His eyes...his eyes never
looked away from her face. Their expression was that nameless one—the one that
spoke so much, even without any words.

When Erin
looked up blurrily, trying to focus through the rising haze of her deepening
pleasure, she saw more in his expression than she’d ever seen before.

There seemed to
be
everything
there—a rich, overwhelming flood of feeling—all of it
visible, tangible in his gaze. All of the feelings he always suppressed, that
he hid behind his cool control.  More than he’d ever admitted to. More than she’d
ever dreamed possible. All of it—there—in his eyes.

Erin closed her
own eyes against it, the depth and magnitude of the emotion terrifying her. She
wondered how she’d ever thought this man was cold and unfeeling.

Wondered if
anyone else had ever seen what she'd just seen in Seth—all the raw, naked power
of it.