Deadly Attraction

When his fingertips brushed her mound, barely covered by thin, neatly trimmed black hair, her legs spread.

“You want me to touch you here.”

She let out a low hiss of breath. “Yes.” Her voice held a restless note to it.

The pads of his fingers lightly stroked her pussy lips, back and forth. Her butt wriggled on the bed and she twisted at the waist, her hips shifting toward him, as though to give him better access. He already had the perfect access to her.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

She scoffed. “Right. It’s so easy to just lie here stiffly while your hands are on me.”

“Wait until my mouth is on you.”

A sharp moan escaped her parted lips. “I can only imagine how sensational that will feel.”

“You’ll know for a fact. In time.”

“Ah, see. There is arrogance.”

“No,” he was quick to say. “There’s a deep-seated need to please you. Plain and simple.”

He ran two fingers between her slick lips, rubbing her swollen clit. Her hips raised and her back arched farther.

“Careful,” he warned. “Don’t pull the tie too tight. I don’t want it to hurt your wrists.”

“You’ve barely restrained me,” she said with heat in her eyes, telling him she enjoyed the game they played.

“Yes, but you do seem to be helping things along.” She clutched the sash with both hands, as though further restricting herself. “And that is damn sexy.”

He wanted her in the worst way. She was sprawled atop his bronze-colored duvet, her luscious body squirming under his touch as flickers of firelight caressed her creamy skin. Tiny pants of air blew between her teeth and filled the quiet room. Her nipples puckered tight and the juices seeped from her wet pussy, the titillating scent wafting under his nose. He pushed a finger into her tight canal, and she let out a cry of pleasure.

“Oh God.” Her breath caught.

He massaged her inner walls as her hips rolled in response. Her thighs drew together again, pressing in on him, as though to keep his hand in place. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Bending at the waist, he curled his tongue around one taut nipple and then suckled it as he worked a second finger into her cunt.

“Darien.” This said with such need and yearning in her voice, it did more than spike his pulse and desire for her. It tugged at his heartstrings.

Her inner muscles contracted around his fingers as she continued to writhe impatiently on the bed, as though seeking release from the tension building within her. He’d happily give it to her. His fingers pumped inside her warm depths as he pinched and rolled the taut peak he wasn’t teasing with his mouth.

Her pelvis jutted upward, in silent demand for more. He wanted to give her more. He wanted to strip off his pants and thrust his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, but he hadn’t come even remotely close to discovering all the nuances of her body, or its responses to him, that he’d set out to explore.

His mouth left her breast and his tongue trailed over her skin, up to her throat. He nipped gently at the flesh and her hips undulated in response.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”

He raised his head to gaze at her face. Her eyes closed and she pulled in staccato breaths. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he pushed deeper into her. She grasped the sash and tugged on it, though clearly not out of a need to release herself from the confining material. She could slip her hands from the gaping loop if she so chose.

His head dipped and he said against her neck, “Come for me. Come all over my fingers. I want you wet and ready for me.”

He felt the vibration of her body, which started slowly at first, then built into a fierce shudder. Her upper body bowed off the mattress and she cried out again.

“Darien!” Her body tensed, and then the tremors took hold of her. “Oh!”

“That’s it,” he said, still nuzzling her throat and stroking her cunt with his fingers. “Take whatever you want from me…”

Chapter Six