Covet (Fallen Angels 1) - Page 49

They both moaned as his erection landed in just the right place.

Vin arched against her, and her nails raked across the waistband of his slacks: Careful and gentle was all well and good, but the momentum had started to build and all of the worry of what to do was swept away.

"Can I take off your jeans?" he asked. Or groaned was more like it.

"Oh, please..."

She braced herself on her heels as he slipped the top button free, unzipped and swept the denim down her legs. Her panties were black and he stopped and just stared at them on her body. "Good...lord," he murmured.

His hands actually shook as he reached out and ran his fingertips across her belly. She waited for him to kiss her again...or move over on top of her...or take her panties off..."Is there anything wrong?" she said hoarsely.

"No...not at all...I just can't get enough of looking at you."

Finally, he came up to her lips. Licking into her mouth, he settled on her with his full weight, his bare chest on hers, their legs intertwining. Together, they found a rhythm, an erotic arch and retreat that sexed her up until she was gasping and so was he.

"Please...Vin..."

As he kissed her, his hand eased down her hip and over her thigh, then brushed across the stretch of her panties. "I need to feel you - " he said.

She took his forearm and pushed down, moving his fingers to her core, dragging them across her covered heat. As she shuddered and let her legs fall to the sides even more, he took his mouth to her breast and suckled at her...while he rubbed at what covered her. "More," she said.

Slipping under the delicate edge, he found her softness and cursed hard, his body snapping tight from head to foot, his teeth gritting, the cords in his neck tightening up starkly. "Oh...Christ..." he said. "Oh...damn." Abruptly, he pulled back and looked down at himself.

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"I think I just had an orgasm."

As he flushed, she started to smile and couldn't stop. "You did?"

He shook his head at her. "Right, okay, that's not a good thing at a time like this. Five minutes from now? Perfect. At this moment? Not so hot."

"Well, it makes me feel sexy," she said, smoothing her hand down his face.

"You don't need any help with that."

Marie-Terese let her touch slide slowly over his chest and his hard stomach, then down farther, over his belt and onto his...

Vin threw his head back and moaned, his pecs flexing, his torso curving up. "Shit."

Moving her palm up and down on his erection, she tucked her face into his neck and bit down a little. "I don't think it's going to slow you up much."

His rib cage contracted, breath shooting out of his mouth. "I gotta get naked."

"I should hope so."

His hands were rough on his belt and his fly, and his slacks hit the floor at the speed of light. Black briefs cupped his sex - barely. His erection was a long ridge crammed over to one side, the head fighting to get free of the waistband that held it in.

Before he could lie back, she reached out and tugged those briefs down his hard thighs, springing his arousal. He had orgasmed and the glossy, weeping tip of him made her even more ready for what was coming fast.

Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked his sex and looked up, watching as he planted one palm against the wall and let his head fall loose. He moved with her, and she glanced across at the mirror, watching what his back looked like as his hips swung forward and back, the clenching and releasing of his torso muscles and the way his spine undulated in a wave the most erotic thing she'd ever seen...

Marie-Terese let go of him, took off her panties, and stretched out beside him. Ready. Vin righted his head and stared at her from under his brows, his silvery eyes lit up bright as a flash of steel in the midday sun.

They both remembered the same thing at the same time. "Do you have a - "

"I have a condom - "

Thank you, God, she thought as he went to his wallet and took out one of those Tiffany blue Trojan packets. She was on the Pill, courtesy of her regularly visiting a doc-in-the-box in town, and she'd just had a checkup, but no matter how attracted she was to Vin, she wasn't going to be reckless with her own body with anyone.

Safe sex was the only way.

And watching him protect them both was sexy as hell. When he was done, they resumed the position they'd been in before, her back against the duvet, him half on top of her, half to the side. The condom was chilly against her thigh, leaving a quickly cooling trail, and she wished she'd had a moment to feel his sex for real somewhere on her. But then he was fully on top of her and between her legs, the head of him nudging at the heart of her.

She stared into his eyes as she guided him in.

How right it was. How filling and spectacular the joining. How wondrous to meet his stare and see reflected in it the same things she was feeling - the glorious shock at how well they fit, the coiling need to go even further...

And there was another surprise for her: For once it didn't hurt because her body actually wanted this.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a guttural voice.

"More than okay."

Marie-Terese wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close as they began to move together. Her last sight before she squeezed her lids shut was of them in the mirror, their bodies wrapped around each other, her legs split wide, his hips doing the driving. As she met her own eyes, her reflection was a shock. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair tangled around his heavy arm and her lip? parted. She looked very much like a woman with a good partner.

Which made sense. This was sex the good old-fashioned way - between two people who wanted to be together for no other reason than that it was the right thing at the right time for both of them.

When what the mirror was showing grew wavy from tears that sprang to her eyes, she closed the sight of them off and turned her face into his shoulder.

Somehow, he managed to hug her and still keep up the rhythm.

As Marie-Terese pitched over the edge of pleasure and went into the kind of free fall she had only a vague memory of, she held on to the man responsible for the way she felt and let herself go. Her climax milked another one out of his sex and she felt utter satisfaction as he shuddered and kicked -

Except then everything went wrong. For a split second, she thought of what she had been doing for money, and that was all it took to ruin it: A cold gust blew into her chest and spread out from there until all her veins were frozen and her muscles drew tight against bones of ice.

Vin stilled as if he had sensed the change in her and he lifted his head from her hair. "Talk to me."

She opened her mouth. But nothing would come out.

"It's okay," he said softly, catching her tears with his fingertips. "This has to be hard for you. Even if it felt right, it has to be hard."

She struggled to catch her breath, not from exertion, but from the effort of not flying apart. "What if it all comes back every time I'm..."

With you, she wanted to finish, but that seemed a bit much. For God's sake, she didn't know whether she was still going to be in this town next week.

He kissed her. "Other memories will take the place of all that. It's going to take time, but it will happen."

She glanced at the mirror and thought of the way he moved. As she recalled the feel and sight of him, the cold retreated some, ushered out of her by a wave of warmth.

"I hope you're right," she said, running her hands through his hair. "I really do."

Chapter 24

As they lay together, Vin covered Marie-Terese up with the best blanket he had: his own body. Damn, it felt good to be all crammed on his little bed with her, although he had to be careful with his hands and where they went. With so much exposed deliciously soft female skin so close to him...

After two orgasms, only one of which had been on time, he was still hard. And hungry. But he was not going to pressure her in any way.

So yeah, he watched where his palms went as he stroked her slowly, and he kept his hips out of the way, and he trained his eyes across the room instead of on, say, her perfect pink ni**les.

"I'm sorry about the crying," she said, as if she knew he was worried.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

She pressed her lips to his pec. "You did plenty."

Well, if that didn't make him go all big dog in his chest. "I'd like to do it again sometime."

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