Big Shot(28)
She did all those things, arching her neck and crying out as Wes lunged forward, plowing into her with a force that made her see a thousand bright stars. His next driving thrust, along with the way he applied exquisite pressure to her clit between two fingers, made her completely detonate. She cried out and clawed at the bed as her legs shook uncontrollably and her * milked his cock.
Only then did she feel Wes let go of his restraint. He pounded into her harder—fast and furious strokes that quickly turned short and erratic, as did his breathing. With one last jarring, feverish thrust, he stiffened against her ass, his harsh curse turning into a ragged shout of pleasure as he gave himself over to his own raging orgasm.
Chapter Ten
Once Wes recovered, he moved off of Natalie and flopped onto the bed beside her on his back. She felt boneless and couldn’t move her limbs, either, but she turned her head and felt herself smile when he opened just one eye to peek at her, looking adorably sheepish, an amusing contradiction to the aggressive man who’d all but f*cked her brains out just moments ago.
They were both totally naked, lying on their backs, staring at one another. His dark hair was a gorgeous mess around his head, and the barest hint of stubble was appearing on his jaw, and she had to resist the urge to touch it with her fingers, just to feel the coarse texture so she could imagine later what it might feel like abrading her skin in sensitive places.
It really wasn’t fair that he could look so damn sexy when she was fairly certain she looked completely and totally debauched—by him. In fact, normally she’d be dragging a sheet over her body, but there was no sense feeling self-conscious about her nudity, not when he’d seen and touched just about every part of her, all in one night.
“You okay?” she asked with a soft laugh. Because, yeah, he looked totally wasted, and she couldn’t help but feel a little ego boost that she’d done that to him.
“I’m great.” He grinned back at her, and with a groan, he started to move off the bed. “But I’ll be better once I get rid of this condom, so give me a sec. And while I’m gone, don’t you dare move or cover that perfect body of yours.”
She blushed at the compliment and remained right where she was while he padded off to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, crawling his way back up toward her from the foot of the bed until he was back by her side.
He looked momentarily disappointed. “Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t listen to my request so I could turn you over and spank you again.”
She groaned at the memory of how hot his hand had felt smacking her tender backside. “I think I’m going to be a little sore tomorrow.”
“I hope so,” he said, a tad bit arrogant as he propped himself up on his side so he was looking down at her. “For two reasons. Because one, you were a very bad girl tonight and deserved a sexy punishment to remind you just who won our bet and who’s in charge, which would be me, of course. And two, I want you to think of me every time you move or sit down and feel your panties chafing against your delicate, sensitive skin.”
Of course he would, she thought with a mental eye roll. “I’m going to wear my best silk underwear so there will be no chafing involved.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “If I had my way, I wouldn’t let you wear any panties at all for the duration of our bet,” he said in a low, husky growl.
Her stomach did a little somersault as she shook her head. “I am not going commando, no matter what you say.”
“We’ll see,” he murmured as he leisurely checked her out, from her face, down her naked body to her legs, and back up again. Then, he followed that up with his fingers, skimming them along the lower swells of her breasts and lightly trailing the tips down her sternum.
“What are you doing?” she asked, because he suddenly seemed so preoccupied, beyond the obvious.
He half grinned at her, and she tried not to let her heart flutter like an infatuated schoolgirl’s. “I’m just confirming that you’re not a fantasy.” Those long fingers returned to her breasts and circled her nipples, and he watched as they tightened into hard, tight peaks. “That you’re really in my bed and what we just did wasn’t a figment of my imagination.”
She raised a brow curiously at his revealing words. “Are you saying you’ve fantasized about me?”
“Too many times to count,” he admitted with a sigh. “Though what we just did far surpassed any fantasy I’ve ever had.”
His confession was so unexpected, especially when she thought of how many years she’d fantasized about him. The only exception to those lustful thoughts had been during her time with Mitch, when she’d packed them away, believing that he’d be the only man in her life for the rest of their days together.
But now she was single again, and she couldn’t deny that Wes was the best sex she’d ever had. And like the greedy girl he’d called her, she wanted more. More hot, erotic encounters. More fantasies to explore. More of Wes being in control sexually and her enjoying letting a man take the lead because she knew it was all part of the game.
She’d never been a woman who slept around with numerous men, and she didn’t want to start now. But as Wes bent down and licked her taut nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth and her body started purring with pleasure all over again, she couldn’t deny that this arrangement of theirs could possibly benefit them both.