“I love it,” he agreed. “Now get to it.”
“Yes, but you were all about the teasing a few moments ago.”
His head lifted up from the pillow. Naya could see the heat in his eyes despite the dim light from the moon. “Me teasing you. Yes. You teasing me. No.”
She smiled and lifted her hips. “You don’t like it when I do this?” she asked and positioned herself over the top, rubbing herself against his erection.
His eyes closed. His hands moved from her hair and she knew he was about to grab her hips so she stopped him by grabbing his wrists and holding his arms away from her body. “My turn now,” she commanded and started to slide down, taking him into her body. Inch by inch. So slowly. Naya loved savoring the pleasure like this, feeling him invade her so slowly, she could feel every part of him.
When she was finally sitting on his hips, her body holding him inside of her so tightly, she placed her hands on his stomach, moving slightly as she enjoyed all of the sensations rocking her body. “Luke,” she sighed, feeling every part of him inside of her.
Luke needed to take control, needed to slam into her and pump his body into hers, find that release that was so powerful with Naya. But the image of her taking him like this, her beautiful, lush body servicing herself, was too erotic to stop. He leaned back, his hands fisting on the comforter in an effort to not grab her hips and take over. He watched her breasts move, jiggle with their weight as she shifted, sliding up and down his shaft. It was slow and gentle, easy and sensuous. And possibly the hottest sight he’d ever seen.
When she lifted up, leaving just the tip inside of her body, he held his breath, wanting to slam right back into her heat. But he waited. And slowly, very slowly, she took him back. She didn’t do it again and he discovered that she preferred rocking slightly against him and he just about climaxed as he watched her press her body against him. Her teeth tortured her sweet lips. That’s when Luke accepted that he was going to have to finish this. She wasn’t going anywhere fast and she wasn’t sure how to finish off. He was more than happy to oblige.
With a swift move, he reversed their positions, pulling her hands above her head. “Now we do this,” he growled and pressed into her body, watching her eyes and her mouth. Starting off slowly, he shifted again and again, speeding up the rhythm and making sure that he pressed against that nub every time.
Damn, he loved it when her soft thighs pressed against his hips like that. But he needed deeper. Grabbing her knees, he pulled them over his elbows and pressed into her heat. He might have laughed at her surprised expression if he wasn’t in so much pain to find that release. Not before Naya though. His fingers moved against her body, sliding into that wet heat and finding her nub. Pressing against her, he watched her face, then her body, his fingers sliding against her and….
Naya screamed, thrashing wildly against him while her inner muscles contracted around his shaft. Her climax brought him over the edge and he could barely breathe, the sensations were so strong.
Holding her against him, he pressed and shifted, wanting to prolong the pleasure for her. But as her body calmed, he pulled her close, feeling her softness trembling, and he curled his body against hers as they both fought for breath.
When he could speak again, he ran a hand over her thigh. “You’re still taking the company plane, Naya.” He got up and went to the bathroom, coming back a few moments later and pulling her into his arms. She’d gotten back under the covers but when he pulled her closer, she snuggled up against his chest, laying her head on his shoulder as her pillow. Just the way he liked her to be.
“We’ll see,” she said with a yawn. A moment later, he heard her breathing soften and knew that she’d finally fallen to sleep. He was wiped out, but his mind still focused on how to get her on the Steele plane instead of on a commercial flight. He wanted to know that she was safe, and to know when she took off and landed. Hell, he wanted to spoil her.
Chapter 11
Naya walked down the stairs that had quickly been pushed up against the sleek plane, looking around. Normally, when she flew she knew what to do. Walk down the long, mobile hallway to baggage claim, wait fifteen or twenty minutes for the baggage handlers to get the luggage to the terminal, grab her suitcase, and walk out of the airport to the taxi line.