She started unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers trembling but her cat eyes never leaving Nic’s. Entranced, he could only lie helpless while this siren with her titian waves ensorcelled him. It was as if the air grew thin. Nic felt he couldn’t get enough oxygen, and it was only his self-control that stopped him from jerking off as he caught sight of her pert breasts and tight nipples. With trembling fingers, he fitted his palms over them then ran his thumbs over the peaked buds. It wasn’t enough.
“Grab the headboard,” he ordered with a hint of roughness. Lexie did as she was told, hitching herself higher on his body. Nic groaned as her heat landed right on top of his groin. He hadn’t even noticed that she had removed her trousers a while back. “And no matter what, don’t let go. Just hang on tight.”
She nodded obediently, and if he weren’t in so much sexual pain, he would have smiled at her easy acquiescence. Nic was so hard he had to slow down and let Lexie catch up. Leaning forward, she did as she was told and her position brought her breasts at level with his mouth. Perfect. His tongue darted out and flicked at one nipple. She jerked as if a lash had whipped her.
“So responsive, rojita,” he murmured huskily, and it was the last sentence he uttered before he devoted his entire focus on her nipples. Sucking, swirling his tongue, nipping. Her throaty moans threatened to sabotage Nic’s control. He eased her hips up on him and unzipped his denims, gripping his hardness. She was now on her knees, still gripping the headboard, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open. Later there would be time for that mouth. Nic continued working her nipple, fisting his hardness in rhythm. His other hand reached out to cup her between her legs. He groaned. She was soaking wet. Sliding her knickers to the side, he slid a finger into her slick heat and found her nub. His mouth, his fist, his finger were relentless in their quest for her pleasure. Lexie’s increasingly frantic moans told him she was close. With a flick and a twist, she screamed, her hips bucked, her legs squeezing tightly, trapping his hand before she crumpled to the bed. With a hoarse grunt, Nic followed her into his release.
“Oh, God. I feel like overcooked pasta,” she blurted.
Nic laughed weakly. “We’ve only just begun, rojita.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Her voice was glum, but Nic could hear the smile in it. “Just don’t expect me to participate in the next round. I haven’t recovered yet. You have to do all the work.”
“It would be my pleasure to pleasure you, Your Highness.” He chucked off all his clothes in a few efficient movements. She saw him fumble and rustle through his jeans. He murmured something in satisfaction then turned to her and covered her with his lean, athletic body. “Now where were we?”
“Round two?”
He silenced her cheekiness by thrusting his tongue into her mouth once more. He broke away to say, “Hold on to the headboard, rojita.”
“Again?” she murmured in token protest.
“You did say I had to do all the work.” When Nic parted her legs and bent down to do as told, Lexie hung on for dear life.
“Damnfuckshit,” was her litany of pleasure as her toes curled and she wavered between closing her thighs and letting Nic have his wicked way with her. He didn’t give her any choice as he cupped her bottom and parted her legs wider, spread out for his pleasure. “Damnfuckshhhiiiiit!” she screamed as she crested on the peak of ecstasy, her knuckles white from gripping the headboard ferociously. Her head started spinning and little tremors were still convulsing her body when Nic reared on his haunches, his eyes raking her hungrily. He tore off a foil packet and sheathed himself with a condom.
With one powerful thrust, they were joined. Lexie couldn’t stop the involuntary gasp that escaped her lips from the pain of his possession. They were a very tight fit.
“You’re a virgin?” he ceased moving, looking straight into her eyes.
“Does it matter?” she asked in a small voice. She knew she should have told him, but she wanted this so much and feared he would have stopped due to some sense of honor.