Jesus.
He’d lifted her against him as if she weighed nothing, his desire single-minded. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth enclosing her nipple and his firm suck made her hips jerk in arousal like an electrical shock had gone through her. His tongue pressed and laved at the sensitive nipple. She writhed against his solid body, helpless in the grip of undiluted lust and pleasure. He tugged gently on the crest with his mouth, his tongue a warm, wet lash one moment, gentle and coaxing the next.
Gia gripped at his head mindlessly, sensation flooding her consciousness. Trying desperately to ground herself from this dizzying descent into the very core of desire, she opened her eyes. Instead, seeing the image of them together plunged her straight into the center of lust. She gasped, staring into one of the mirrors at the vision of Seth holding her against him, ravishing her.
He was completely dressed and she was naked. Her face was flushed; her expression dazed. Her feet dangled several inches off the ottoman as he took his fill of her. His hands looked dark and masculine gripping her feminine curves.
It was the very image of a woman being debauched by a man, and thoroughly loving it. Yet there was nothing depraved about it. His desire was concentrated and unrelenting, but . . . pure somehow.
She said his name when he released her aching nipple from his taut suck and transferred to her other breast, still holding her up like a feast for his mouth, pressing her to him. She had the impression that although he was unusually powerful, it was his desire that gave him the strength to hold her suspended that way.
He was a man determined to get his fill.
The thought fired her. She squirmed against him, aroused even more by the feeling of his cock through his clothing. It was like the rest of him, big and hard and frothing her senses. Her hunger mounting, she reached downward, finding his waistband. She ripped at his button fly savagely, wild to undress him. His low, guttural groan thrilled her. His lips slipped over her nipple, his tongue lingering in a caress. Then he was moving and setting her down gently on the couch.
She stared up at him, panting. He watched her while he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. Dazedly, she realized he was retrieving a condom.
He finished what she’d started, drawing up the hem of his T-shirt over a taut, ridged belly and unfastening his jeans. He shoved them roughly around his thighs. Her breath froze. He wore a pair of boxer briefs beneath the jeans, the cloth looking starkly white against his olive-toned, hair-sprinkled, powerful thighs. Gia was no expert on men’s underwear, but Seth’s possessed a front panel that seemed to be made to accommodate his size. She could see the outlines of his cock through the clinging cotton. The staff was thick and long, heavy enough to fall forward several inches and tent the fabric. The crown was fat, the cap clearly defined even through the boxer briefs.
She stared, enthralled.
Even as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the underwear, she reached forward and caressed the tempting, swollen head through the fabric. His cock jumped at her touch. She encircled the head and gave a small, erotic tug on the base of the crown.
She looked up into his face and smiled.
A muscle jumped in his rigid cheek. He jerked the cotton down over his erection to his thighs. He straightened before her, his gaze on her, scorching.
“Go on,” he said quietly, but she needed no encouragement. Her hand already encircled him. A thrill shot through her. He was warm and hard and pulsing. She squeezed him tight experimentally. He grunted softly as she pistoned her fist up and down the stalk for a moment. She felt his avid gaze on her from above. It mounted her excitement. Fascinated by the sensation of him—the sheer weight and texture—she wrapped her other hand around the fleshy crown, using her fingers to trace the succulent rim. One swollen vein ran the length of his cock, amply feeding his arousal, and she followed that with a fingertip as well. He groaned, low and rough. She began to pump the staff while she continued to make a study of the head with her fingertips. She leaned forward on the couch, spellbound. Her lips parted.
He hissed. She blinked in surprise because he was suddenly moving, sitting on the couch next to her.
He lifted her onto his thighs. With a hand on the back of her head, he immediately pushed her down to his mouth. She moaned feverishly as their tongues rubbed and dueled and tangled. He tasted so good. His kiss drugged her. He was so hot, sending up her fever of excitement.
He opened his hand along the side of her head and jaw and sealed their kiss.
“I have to have you now,” he declared gruffly.
“I have to have you too,” she squeaked, glancing down at his lap. His heavy erection had fallen against his belly and T-shirt.
“Hold it up for me,” he instructed her quietly, hastily tearing open the condom package. She reached for the base of the staff. He shaved. The edge of her hand pressed against round, firm testicles, the skin over them tautly drawn. She found the sensation exciting. She found everything about him exciting. When he’d unrolled the clear condom most of the way down, she moved her hand. She couldn’t resist running her hand over his balls curiously.
He groaned and reached for her hips.
“Come here,” he growled.
She raised up over him, her knees on the couch beside his hips, trying to adjust to him. He took control, guiding her with one hand spread on her hip and buttock, the other fisting his cock.
“Right there,” he mumbled thickly when she was suspended over him. “Stay still a moment.” Her hands on his shoulders, she watched with bated breath as he reached between her thighs. He sunk his forefinger into her channel.
Her thighs quivered and she bit off a moan. Almost immediately, he withdrew, his finger coated in her juices. He used the ridge of the lubricated finger to give her clit a firm rub.
“Oh.” Her hips flexing against the delicious pressure. He watched her narrowly for a moment while he expertly rubbed her clit and she gasped in pleasure.
“You’re more than ready,” he said. Gia agreed wholeheartedly. He cupped her hip again. She gritted her teeth in unbearable excitement as she watched him present the head of his cock to her slit. She pushed with her hips, forcing her tissues to part for his hard flesh. The crown slid into her. She moaned uncontrollably. The pressure was intense.
“It’s okay, be patient,” he urged, obviously sensing how hard she was pushing . . . how huge her hunger to have him inside her was. He grasped her hips with both hands and bounced her very gently with his tensed arms. She found it intensely exciting. After a moment, he paused. He cupped her ass in his palms and lif
ted her buttocks, parting her further.