It escalated faster than our first night on the roof. He had made me come once before, and it was all I could think about. How his fingers played me to pure pleasure.
I gasped when his hand slipped between the band of my yoga pants and my skin. My back sank into the cushions as he pried between my legs. With one flick over my clit, I closed my eyes, knowing this was everything I needed.
It wasn’t enough for Vaughn. He yanked at the corners of my pants, shirking them over my hips, down my thighs, and onto the floor. His fingers dove under my panties, this time with more freedom to move and play how he wanted.
The kisses came faster as I rocked into his hand.
“I want more than this,” he growled into my neck.
Without hesitation, he slid between my legs, hooking the panties with his thumb and exposing me to the night air. His dark eyes were molten with lust. The kind that looked as if he could eat me alive. I knew he was about to.
His head dipped low between my thighs. His palms shoved my knees out of his way as he plunged the scruff of his face against the most sensitive part of my legs. I whimpered, but he pursued my pleasure, tracing a line between my slit with his finger before sinking it deep inside me.
He pumped in and out, added another finger and then lashed his tongue wildly over my clit.
“Oh God,” I cried, grabbing a fistful of his hair. I pushed his head toward my body just as my body ricocheted with ecstasy.
He sucked as the spiral of darkness canvassed my body. I couldn’t see or hear. Only feel. As the last remnants rippled through me Vaughn kissed the inside of my thigh and looked at me. His gaze lusty and wicked.
I exhaled and let my head fall back onto the chaise.
I bounced gently as he eased himself off the chair. I opened my eyes. His hand was outstretched.
“Let’s go inside.”
Chapter Nine
We walked through the apartment in silence. Vaughn paused on the other side of the couch and I led him to my room. I didn’t worry about the boxes or the piles of clothes. I locked the door in place.
I swiveled on my heels at the foot of the bed as his hand wrapped around my neck, dragging my lips to his. I surrendered to the kiss as he stripped the tank top over my head. I reached for the buttons on his crisp shirt, but he pushed my hands out of the way, discarding his clothes faster than I could have.
Our bodies aligned. Skin touching skin. Hands groping and mouths sucking and licking.
My back fell on the bed as he crawled toward me. I could taste my arousal on his lips and it was erotic. I kissed him harder.
I didn’t have sex with men like Vaughn. Men who were confident and sexy with just a smile or a look. Men who knew how to use their hands to draw pleasure from my body. Men who kissed me like they owned me.
His hands tangled in my hair as he breathed over my lips. I searched the darkness for his mouth. His body rubbed against mine. His chest pressing into my breasts until my nipples were peaked and tender.
I groaned when I felt his erection slide between my legs. There was no question what we both wanted. What we needed.
I tilted my hips upward and I felt the thick ridge of his cock planted at my entrance.
My heart beat rapidly. My chest tingled. I burned with a kind of want between my legs that made me whimper before he even pushed inside me.
His mouth left mine and made a trail to my breast. I inhaled sharply as he tugged and toyed with my nipple.
“Ohh,” I cried.
He moved to the other side, pinching and twisting the nub until I bucked from the intensity. All the while, his cock was stretching and burning my entrance with pressure. I tried to rock forward and back, desperate to suck him deep inside me, but he demonstrated how strong he was. How much he controlled me. How the timing was all his.
He pulled my nipple between his teeth in a slow tugging torture. Just before he released the tip from his teeth he thrust the rest of his length inside me, searing our bodies together.
r /> “Fuck,” he growled into my ear as he began to find a rhythm.
“Oh God.” I clawed his back, blinded by his fullness. Lost in how good it felt when he pushed inside me. How empty I felt when he pulled out.
It was as if he had turned on some kind of switch that was planted in my core. My body moved in ways it never had. I wanted him to know I enjoyed it. I wanted him to hear me. To feel me. To see me.