Not Quite Over You
Page 24
She saw his gaze roam over her breasts before settling on her shoulder. She turned slowly, letting him see the body of the dragon and how it curved over her shoulder. She kept turning so he could see the rose. He moved close then, pressing his chest to her back and resting his hands on her belly. Her eyes sank closed.
“Remember the first time,” he whispered as he shifted her hair out of the way and kissed along her neck. “I was so scared. I didn’t want to hurt you or disappoint you.”
She smiled and drew his hands to her breasts. His fingers immediately began to tease her tight, sensitive nipples. Heat spiraled down between her legs. She felt herself swelling in anticipation and need.
“Drew, we’d been pleasing each other for weeks,” she said, struggling to keep from gasping at the pleasure as he rubbed her breasts, then rolled her nipples between his fingers. “We could practically make each other come with a joke.”
“But it was different that night.” He let one hand slip down her belly.
She parted her legs to give him room to work. Her eyes opened and she realized they were facing the mirror over the dresser. She could see herself...and him. She watched his hand slip between her thighs, saw and felt the moment his fingers found her center.
“You’re wet.”
“You’re hard.”
He raised his head and met her gaze in the mirror. One corner of his mouth turned up. “Funny how it works out that way.”
“There is something to be said for elegant design.”
His gaze still locked with hers, he moved his fingers around and around. “I’m going to make you come just like this. We’re both going to watch it happen.”
She thought about protesting that she wasn’t comfortable being that vulnerable, only this was Drew and watching was the least of everything they’d ever done. They’d been young and in love, with plenty of time alone and lots of privacy. They’d tried every position, every game, everything they could think of with the goal of pleasing each other. He’d learned her body so well, he could have her wet and ready in less than thirty seconds and screaming out his name in forty-five. Wouldn’t it be interesting if that hadn’t changed?
She parted her legs just a touch more and raised one arm up and around the back of his neck for a little more support, then leaned into him. His erection was a hard ridge between them. He kept his right hand between her legs and used his left on her breasts.
His fingers circled her clit. “Fast or slow?”
“Fast.”
“Hard enough?”
“Uh-huh.”
He quickened the pace but kept the pressure steady on that one amazing spot. Tension and heat radiated out from her center to the very tips of her fingers. She wanted to close her eyes, but she forced herself to keep watching. Her naked body, his hands moving. Around and around, his fingers rubbing over and over in a rhythmic pace that took her closer and closer to the edge.
She felt her breathing coming faster and could also see the rise and fall of her rib cage. Then he pinched her nipples, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her. She watched her lips part as she moaned. Color stained her cheeks and the top of her chest. Her gaze softened.
He stopped moving. Before she could react, he gently pinched her clitoris and pressed down in a back-and-forth movement, as if trying to get to the very heart of the nerve-filled knot. Need grew exponentially, taking her to the very edge. Her strength left her and she nearly doubled over. Drew held her upright, made the movement again, then returned to the circling only going faster.
She was out of control. Silver didn’t know how it had happened, but suddenly she was so close, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out.
“Almost,” she shouted. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
He moved from breast to breast, rubbing her nipples in time with what he was doing between her legs. She was so close, so close. Just hanging there, waiting...
“Come for me. Silver, come for me.”
She let her eyes close for a single heartbeat as she breathed in the deliciousness of his touch, then opened them and met his gaze. She saw eagerness in his eyes and felt his erection flex against her back. Without warning he pressed her clit again and she was lost.
Still watching him watch her, she came with a scream as her body convulsed in perfect release.
Just as the last ripple raced through her, but well before she’d caught her breath, he half carried, half pushed her to the bed. She’d barely fallen back on the mattress when he was parting her legs and urging her to hold herself open for him.
She wanted to tell him she needed a second to collect herself, but then again maybe not, because she knew what was next.
Her only warning was a light whisper of his breath, then he licked the very heart of her. She was so sensitive from her last release that she couldn’t help shuddering. Relaxed muscles suddenly tensed. She went from satisfied to hungry in the time it took her to gasp out his name.
He was relentless. He remembered everything they’d ever done together and now used that information to his advantage. He moved his tongue just the way she liked. He sucked on her clit, drawing it in his mouth in a way that pushed her closer and closer. She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips toward him, then moved her head back and forth as her body climbed higher and higher until climaxing was as inevitable as breathing.
Her orgasm lasted longer than the first one. He continued to stroke her with his tongue, getting lighter and lighter, drawing out every ounce of goodness until she was limp.
If she’d had state secrets she would have spilled them. If he’d wanted anything from her, she would have offered it times three. She’d had lovers since him, but none who were so very skilled at reading her body.
He sat up and reached for a condom, then moved between her thighs, this time his gaze locked with hers.
She reached down and guided him inside her swollen body. Nerve endings cheered as he pushed in deeper, filling her, stretching her. She felt the telltale zinging that promised yet another release—this time with him inside of her. He braced himself on his hands and began to move.
Each thrust was pure perfection. The fullness, the friction, the rhythm. He got it all right. She wanted to close her eyes and sink into the experience, only he was staring at her so intently, she just couldn’t look away.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in deeper. At the same time, she ran her hands up and down his strong arms, urging him on. She watched him get closer and felt the answering response deep in her own body.
Tiny explosions began inside of her, but she ignored them. She thought of other things and told herself to wait. That it would be better when they came together. She watched, so incredibly close that when he sped up, she nearly lost control.
He swore under his breath. “You ready?”
She nodded, barely able to keep from coming.
“Now!” He groaned.
She waited for his final, deepest push, then gave herself over to her own release. They came together, crying out, clinging to each other, as much one person as they had ever been. Time blurred and bent and for one brief second, she was eighteen and with the man she would love for the rest of her life and it was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Reality returned quickly. Drew rolled off her and sighed.
“Hell of a thing,” he said, then looked at her. One corner of his mouth turned up. “I still owe you dinner.”
“Remember the first time,” he whispered as he shifted her hair out of the way and kissed along her neck. “I was so scared. I didn’t want to hurt you or disappoint you.”
She smiled and drew his hands to her breasts. His fingers immediately began to tease her tight, sensitive nipples. Heat spiraled down between her legs. She felt herself swelling in anticipation and need.
“Drew, we’d been pleasing each other for weeks,” she said, struggling to keep from gasping at the pleasure as he rubbed her breasts, then rolled her nipples between his fingers. “We could practically make each other come with a joke.”
“But it was different that night.” He let one hand slip down her belly.
She parted her legs to give him room to work. Her eyes opened and she realized they were facing the mirror over the dresser. She could see herself...and him. She watched his hand slip between her thighs, saw and felt the moment his fingers found her center.
“You’re wet.”
“You’re hard.”
He raised his head and met her gaze in the mirror. One corner of his mouth turned up. “Funny how it works out that way.”
“There is something to be said for elegant design.”
His gaze still locked with hers, he moved his fingers around and around. “I’m going to make you come just like this. We’re both going to watch it happen.”
She thought about protesting that she wasn’t comfortable being that vulnerable, only this was Drew and watching was the least of everything they’d ever done. They’d been young and in love, with plenty of time alone and lots of privacy. They’d tried every position, every game, everything they could think of with the goal of pleasing each other. He’d learned her body so well, he could have her wet and ready in less than thirty seconds and screaming out his name in forty-five. Wouldn’t it be interesting if that hadn’t changed?
She parted her legs just a touch more and raised one arm up and around the back of his neck for a little more support, then leaned into him. His erection was a hard ridge between them. He kept his right hand between her legs and used his left on her breasts.
His fingers circled her clit. “Fast or slow?”
“Fast.”
“Hard enough?”
“Uh-huh.”
He quickened the pace but kept the pressure steady on that one amazing spot. Tension and heat radiated out from her center to the very tips of her fingers. She wanted to close her eyes, but she forced herself to keep watching. Her naked body, his hands moving. Around and around, his fingers rubbing over and over in a rhythmic pace that took her closer and closer to the edge.
She felt her breathing coming faster and could also see the rise and fall of her rib cage. Then he pinched her nipples, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her. She watched her lips part as she moaned. Color stained her cheeks and the top of her chest. Her gaze softened.
He stopped moving. Before she could react, he gently pinched her clitoris and pressed down in a back-and-forth movement, as if trying to get to the very heart of the nerve-filled knot. Need grew exponentially, taking her to the very edge. Her strength left her and she nearly doubled over. Drew held her upright, made the movement again, then returned to the circling only going faster.
She was out of control. Silver didn’t know how it had happened, but suddenly she was so close, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out.
“Almost,” she shouted. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
He moved from breast to breast, rubbing her nipples in time with what he was doing between her legs. She was so close, so close. Just hanging there, waiting...
“Come for me. Silver, come for me.”
She let her eyes close for a single heartbeat as she breathed in the deliciousness of his touch, then opened them and met his gaze. She saw eagerness in his eyes and felt his erection flex against her back. Without warning he pressed her clit again and she was lost.
Still watching him watch her, she came with a scream as her body convulsed in perfect release.
Just as the last ripple raced through her, but well before she’d caught her breath, he half carried, half pushed her to the bed. She’d barely fallen back on the mattress when he was parting her legs and urging her to hold herself open for him.
She wanted to tell him she needed a second to collect herself, but then again maybe not, because she knew what was next.
Her only warning was a light whisper of his breath, then he licked the very heart of her. She was so sensitive from her last release that she couldn’t help shuddering. Relaxed muscles suddenly tensed. She went from satisfied to hungry in the time it took her to gasp out his name.
He was relentless. He remembered everything they’d ever done together and now used that information to his advantage. He moved his tongue just the way she liked. He sucked on her clit, drawing it in his mouth in a way that pushed her closer and closer. She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips toward him, then moved her head back and forth as her body climbed higher and higher until climaxing was as inevitable as breathing.
Her orgasm lasted longer than the first one. He continued to stroke her with his tongue, getting lighter and lighter, drawing out every ounce of goodness until she was limp.
If she’d had state secrets she would have spilled them. If he’d wanted anything from her, she would have offered it times three. She’d had lovers since him, but none who were so very skilled at reading her body.
He sat up and reached for a condom, then moved between her thighs, this time his gaze locked with hers.
She reached down and guided him inside her swollen body. Nerve endings cheered as he pushed in deeper, filling her, stretching her. She felt the telltale zinging that promised yet another release—this time with him inside of her. He braced himself on his hands and began to move.
Each thrust was pure perfection. The fullness, the friction, the rhythm. He got it all right. She wanted to close her eyes and sink into the experience, only he was staring at her so intently, she just couldn’t look away.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in deeper. At the same time, she ran her hands up and down his strong arms, urging him on. She watched him get closer and felt the answering response deep in her own body.
Tiny explosions began inside of her, but she ignored them. She thought of other things and told herself to wait. That it would be better when they came together. She watched, so incredibly close that when he sped up, she nearly lost control.
He swore under his breath. “You ready?”
She nodded, barely able to keep from coming.
“Now!” He groaned.
She waited for his final, deepest push, then gave herself over to her own release. They came together, crying out, clinging to each other, as much one person as they had ever been. Time blurred and bent and for one brief second, she was eighteen and with the man she would love for the rest of her life and it was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Reality returned quickly. Drew rolled off her and sighed.
“Hell of a thing,” he said, then looked at her. One corner of his mouth turned up. “I still owe you dinner.”
