Full Contact (Redemption #3)(99)
“I know.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek. “And I know it hurts. But you’ll have to wait. You aren’t ready yet.”
A whine escapes my lips. “I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my thighs.”
“And it’s a beautiful sight.” He twines his hand through my hair and pulls my head back, then leans down and takes possession of my mouth. Hard, demanding, his kiss melts my body and my knees tremble. He tightens his fist, and his tongue plunges deep as he tugs gently on the right clamp with his free hand. With every tug, a bolt of lightning shoots straight to my core and my vision blurs.
Ray releases my hair and slides one hand over my throat, resting a finger in the hollow of the base as he continues to play with the clamps with his other hand. My breath catches as he increases the pressure ever so slightly.
“Easy, beautiful girl. It’s a lot to take. I’ll go slow.”
His erotic words spark a slow burn between my legs that spreads through my body like wildfire. I rock my hips, but all he does is turn his attention downward, cupping his hand over my sex and stroking along my folds, avoiding the one place I so desperately want to be stroked.
“You are mine, Sia. Mine to play with. Mine to love.”
“Yours.” Arousal rushes through me. The feeling of his hand on my neck, possessive and controlling, and yet safe and protecting, sweeps away the last vestiges of my anxiety about our show in the window and my body softens against him.
“That’s right,” he says. “Give it all to me.”
“Make me come.”
Ray laughs. “As you command, but I’m gonna take the clamps off first, and I won’t lie, it will hurt more than when they went on.”
He takes one off.
He does not lie.
I gasp as blood rushes to my breast. Ray leans down and draws my burning nipple into his mouth, soothing it with gentle licks of his tongue until I’m panting with need. Reaching down, I cup the steel of his erection in my palm, stroking him through his pajama pants, hopefully into a painful, desperate need to come. Like me.
The removal of the second clamp is even worse, his tongue even more arousing, and within moments, I am writhing in his arms, my only thought how I can get him inside me.
“Ray. Please.”
A slow, sensual smile spreads across his lips. “There we are. We’re gonna take back the night.”
He strips off his pajama pants and kneels naked in front of me, his erection huge and heavy between his legs. With infinite patience, he traces lazy circles along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs in a slow, tortuous tease, then parts my folds, holding me wide open. “I like to see your * all pink and wet and dripping for me.”
“I like to see your cock thrusting into my *,” I say, my usual reticence giving way to desperation. “I like to see it hard and hot and throbbing, sliding in and out, making me yours in every way you can take me.”
With a low growl, he shoots to his feet, cups my ass, and lifts me against him until I am braced between the window and his body, his shaft pressed tight against my clit. “You want me to f*ck you against the window? You want everyone to watch me claim you, make you come?”
My body tightens, and I grind my clit against his shaft. “Yes, Ray. Like this. Love me like this with the whole world watching.”
Meeting my gaze for a heartbeat, he lifts me and thrusts his way deep into my sex. His thickness thrills me, fills me, and my overly sensitized tissue swells against his hardness.
“Harder. More.”
With a chuckle, he pulls me closer, opening me to him as he pulls out and thrusts in again. And then he is everywhere—warm lips on my nipples, firm fingers on my clit, and his cock so beautifully thick and hard pounding into me in a ceaseless rhythm.
Sensation builds on sensation, until I am thrashing against him, clinging to his shoulders, as I teeter at the edge of release. When he finally pinches my clit, I overload. My sex contracts and convulses, my body tightens, and I come so violently, I shriek his name.
Ray hammers into me, drawing out my orgasm, and then he climaxes, his shaft becoming impossibly hard before he swells and throbs inside me. With a shuddering breath, he leans forward and rests his head against mine, his breathing hot and hard, his heart pounding against my chest.
“Think of that tomorrow, when you’re pretending no one is there.”
“Think of how you loved me without any pain.”
Ray smiles. “It seems my plan was a double success.”
My lips curl into a smile. “This was your plan? Make me think of sex instead of worrying about what I’m going to say?”
He nuzzles my neck and pulls me closer. “Man sees his woman standing by the window, her hair tousled, her beautiful long legs bare, wearing his shirt, he gets a little emotional. He finds out that she’s worrying about something when she should be resting, ’cause she’s carrying his child, he’s gotta do something about it.”
“So kinky sex was your solution?”
“Loving you was the solution.” He kisses the sensitive dip between my neck and my shoulder. “Sex was a bonus.”
“Promise you’ll be there tomorrow.” I brush a kiss over his lips.
“I’ll be there tomorrow,” Ray says. “And every tomorrow after that.”
*
Party time.