A Deep and Dark December(55)
His breath puffed against her heated skin, scattering goose bumps. She’d wanted mindless. What she’d gotten was earth altering and embarrassing. She squeezed her eyes shut, reliving the way she’d wantonly begged him to screw her, then got increasingly hotter at the dirty, almost disgusting suggestions he’d whispered in her ear. Is that what he thought of her? Did he think she wanted him to do all of those things to her? Her cheeks heated as she remembered the particular scenario he’d been filling her head with when she came.
She tried to disentangle herself from him, but he was still inside her. At her movement he stirred, sliding deeper into her until he hit her most sensitive spot. He pulled out, then in again, still hard within her. She attempted once more to get out from under him, but he gathered her to him.
“We did it your way, Babe,” he whispered. “Now we’ll do it mine.”
He stroked into her, nearly all the way out, then deep. His movements were languid and deliberate as though he were learning her from the inside out. Her body reacted, flushing hot. Pleasure rippled through her. She ran her hands over his sweat-slickened body, down his back, clutching his bottom as he seated himself deep. The play of muscles beneath her hand thrilled her so much she moved to grip both cheeks as he plunged into her once more.
*
Smoothing her hair back, Graham kissed her as he’d intended to from the start, taking his time. But the tension was already building, pushing at him to plunge hard and fast into her. Sweet Jesus, the sounds she made. She wasn’t quiet in her pleasure. He was quickly learning which touches brought her to the edge. How his mouth could make her squirm and the surprisingly naughty side of her that had shocked them both. He liked it all. He’d barely made it into her before it was all over for him. He’d take his time this go around and wouldn’t let her push him.
But even as he made the vow, she gripped his ass, her nails sinking into his flesh. Her cries urged him on, yanking on the leash of his control. Everything she did, every sound, every movement was maddening. He could have her a thousand times and never experience all the ways in which she could drive him wild. He picked up the pace, sweating with the effort to last longer this time. Bending his head, he sucked her nipple. She rocked into him, meeting his thrusts. But she held back.
He hit into her harder, faster. Her screams filled the room and yet she held out. He hooked an arm through her leg, then the other, pushing her into the bed. He’d meant to go slow, but she’d challenged him. Her pleasure was a goal he chased now with a single-minded determination that blotted everything else out, including his own impending orgasm. He fused his mouth to hers, muting her cries. Their panting and the hard slap of flesh on flesh filled the silence.
And then she broke, her back arching. He stiffened, his own release crashing into him. Releasing her legs, he collapsed down next to her. His mind blank, his heart pounding, he sucked in air. The room came into focus inches at a time, beginning with Erin’s face, which was turned away from him. The long line of her neck beckoned for a kiss if he could only move. His gaze drifted down to her breasts, rising and falling as she too regained her breath. He’d had fantasies about those breasts. None of which he’d gotten to fulfill. Damn it.
“You have control issues,” he said. Or at least that’s what he’d intended to say. Only it came out more like Thew haff conthrol isthues as he still couldn’t quite feel his tongue.
She turned toward him. “Is this more of your crappy seduction technique? Actually, I guess it would be your post seduction technique.”
“My technique is not crappy. It got you off. Twice.”
“Hmm… Well,” she hedged.
“I never would have pegged you for a screamer.” He grinned at her, stupidly pleased with her and, not to brag, himself as well. “A dirty girl, too.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled and followed her as she tried to move out of his reach. With his lower body still pinning her to the mattress, she didn’t get far.
“I liked that too,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“You’re a degenerate.”
“Hmm, maybe. I had to really stretch to come up with some of that stuff though.”
“Not that far.”
“No, not that far. I’m going to do some of that stuff to you, you know,” he said, circling her nipple with the tip of one finger.
She swatted his hand away. “I’m not interested.”
But she broke out in goose bumps, her nipples tightening, giving away just how interested in some of that stuff she really was. His dick twitched at her reaction. With more encouragement like that and some time, she’d have him hard and ready for yet another round. He grinned at her.
“You’re very pleased with yourself.”
He shifted to lie next to her, yawning. “No, just you.”
She rose from the bed. He stacked his hands under his head and sighed, watching as she padded to the bathroom, her violin curves pale in the moonlight. Erin was his. He shouldn’t feel guilty about that. So why when he closed his eyes, still smelling like Erin, did Patricia’s image come to haunt him? He tried to push it away. Put it back in the box of things he didn’t want to look at. But instead of Erin’s curling brown hair and toffee colored eyes, he saw Patricia’s long black locks and deep brown eyes. And why, when he inhaled, did Erin’s light scent mix inexplicably with Patricia’s heavy perfume?