His entire body shook and he swore beneath his breath as she slowly came back up, her mouth tight around his cock and her tongue tracing the pulsing vein running along the underside of his shaft in a deliberate tease. A low, primitive growl rumbled up from his chest, and he buried his fingers into her hair, his hand gripping her scalp as he took control.
She let him, feeling all the need and lust building in Remy as he fucked her mouth, so turned on by how aroused he was. His hips thrust up as he pushed her head down until the tip bumped against the back of her throat and she could barely breathe, though she didn’t struggle.
“God, yes,” he uttered as she swallowed around him, heightening every sensation. “I’m going to come so fucking hard,” he warned her, loosening his hold on her to give her the option to stop.
She kept sucking him, as hard and deep as she could take him, wanting nothing more to give him that pleasure. To revel in it. She felt his body stiffen, and his head fell back as a long, low groan vibrated through him, the same time hot, salty streams of semen spurted down her throat and she did her best to take it all. He held her head against his lap as he rode the wave of his release, and when the last shudder of ecstasy rippled through him, he withdrew his cock from between her lips.
She sat back on her heels, giving him a moment to recover, but he surprised her by reaching down to lift her to a standing position in front of him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her midsection tight to his chest and buried his face in her cleavage. She clutched his shoulders, shivering as his warm, damp breath feathered across the tops of her breasts.
“Your turn,” he murmured lazily, his tongue dipping into the va
lley between her breasts before he nipped at one of her taut, aching nipples through the sheer lace. “An orgasm for an orgasm.”
She was already so damn close, she wasn’t going to refuse his offer. One of his hands slid into the front of her thong, his fingers gliding through slick, sensitive flesh. He strummed across her taut clit, and her legs shook.
He looked up at her, his eyes hot on hers as two fingers pressed deep inside her. “You are so fucking wet from sucking my dick. Completely soaked.”
She bit her bottom lip and gyrated against his hand.
“Pull your panties all the way down for me,” he ordered, the hand at her back stroking along her spine while the other moved slowly, leisurely inside her.
Already starting to pant from the need gathering where his fingers teased her flesh, she put her thumbs into the thin waistband of her thong and pushed the scrap of fabric down, letting it drop to her feet.
“Good girl,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her clit, just enough to make everything inside her clamor for more pressure, more friction. “Now take off your bra so I can see your gorgeous tits for the first time and suck on your nipples.”
Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasps, then pushed the bra straps down her arms, freeing her breasts to Remy’s appreciative, lust-fueled gaze for the first time. He groaned at the sight, and without waiting, she threaded her fingers into his still-damp hair and brought his mouth to one throbbing nipple. He immediately latched on, and her head fell back on a moan as he sucked and licked and tortured that hard nub with his teeth before giving the other the same attention and sending a jolt of breath-stealing pleasure straight between her legs where he was stroking her so expertly.
That quickly, that easily, Tempest unraveled and fell apart for this man who already seemed to know her body and exactly what it craved. An overwhelming orgasm burst free, and everything inside her pulsed hard and deep as she cried out, bucking her hips against the hand and fingers taking her to the highest level of ecstasy.
Before all that blissful satisfaction completely ebbed and the haze of desire cleared, he pulled her down onto his bed and moved over her, kneeing her thighs wide apart as he settled in between, positioned his shaft at her core, and thrust so hard and deep inside her she nearly saw stars.
Her back arched against the mattress and she gasped in shock at the hard, thick length filling her. Her widened eyes found his above her and he immediately stopped moving.
He swore beneath his breath. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
His concern was completely misplaced, and she exhaled on a light laugh. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so hard again so soon.”
A wicked grin spread across his face as he braced his arms by the sides of her head and started rocking his hips against hers once again. “Princess, I have three years to make up for. And my dick is thrilled to have a gorgeous, sexy woman in my bed, so most likely this is how we’re going to spend most of the night. Me, deep inside you.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, enjoying the slide of skin on bare skin. “You’ll get no complaints from me.”
“Didn’t think so.”
He lowered his head and kissed her, slow and deep and languid—matching the rhythm of their bodies moving in perfect sync. Unlike every other time they’d been together, there was no rush to orgasm, and everything about this moment with Remy felt different somehow. Pleasure built upon pleasure, until neither one could hold back any longer and the coil of tension pulling tight between them became unbearable and finally snapped.
Mutual groans of bliss filled the space between them as both their orgasms peaked. Tempest’s heart beat wildly against Remy’s as they stared into one another’s eyes at that moment, both gasping for breath, lost in oblivion . . . and each other.
Chapter 11
Remy woke the following morning, Tempest’s warm, soft, naked body cuddled up to his. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder, one of her arms was slung across his midsection, and a curvy thigh draped across his. After three years of being alone, it was strange having a woman in his bed, but not unwelcome. The fact that it was Tempest sharing his space made him smile, surprising him with the realization of how much he liked waking up to her.
He immediately told himself not to get used to it, that this affair between him and Tempest was a temporary agreement they’d made, despite how much he enjoyed being with her. That the only reason she was here this morning was because he’d been so greedy for her that they’d spent most of the night satiating their hunger for one another, until exhaustion finally claimed them.
And still, he wanted her. His dick was already half-hard from the feel and scent of her next to him, and while Remy knew it would be so easy to push her onto her back and slide right inside all that soft, tight heat to slake this unending need he seemed to have for her, he held his desire in check. After all the various ways he’d already fucked her, she had to be sore and tender. For now, he was strangely content to just revel in this quiet, intimate moment with her.
Gently, he threaded his fingers through Tempest’s hair and massaged her scalp, and she let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer, as if she belonged right there by his side. And for the time being, he accepted that she did belong exactly where she was.
All Remy’s adult life, he’d never been a guy who’d slept around or had a string of one-night stands. He’d always preferred monogamy, and having Tempest curled up to him so trustingly after sharing an incredible night of passion with her, it made him ache for all the things he’d wanted and hoped for when he’d married Rachel, but that had all fallen apart because he hadn’t been enough. Because he’d lacked the ability to make and keep her happy.