All They Need(68)
He slipped a finger beneath the waistband of her panties, delving until he felt the silken brush of hair against his fingers. She lifted her hips in wordless encouragement and he completed the journey, his fingers sliding into wet heat. She shuddered beneath him, spreading her legs wider as he explored her delicate folds with his fingers.
He was so hard it hurt, and when her hands slid to the stud on his jeans and started tearing them open he tilted his hips to the side to provide easier access. He shoved her bra out of the way and shifted his attentions to her other breast as she gained entrance to his jeans. He groaned low in his throat as she gripped him, stroking her hand up and down his shaft. It felt so good he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation.
“Take these off,” she panted, pushing at his jeans with her free hand. “I want to see you.”
He rolled to the side and made short work of his jeans and socks before stripping his sweater and T-shirt over his head. He was aware of Mel shedding the last of her clothes, too, and when they rolled toward each other again they were naked.
She took charge, pressing his shoulders onto the mattress as she slid a long leg over his hips. She straddled him, staring down at him with smoky gray eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts aroused, her nipples wet from his mouth. She reached for his erection and rolled her hips, rubbing herself against him. He covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing her nipples, plucking at them. She smoothed her free hand across his belly and chest, her eyes half-closed as she watched him watch her.
She was primal and utterly feminine and he needed to be inside her. Now.
“Back pocket of my jeans,” he said, barely able to string two words together.
She leaned across him to her bedside drawer instead. He took advantage of the situation to tongue her breasts, holding her to him long after she’d found what she was looking for. She shuddered and writhed against him as he suckled her deeply.
“Flynn,” she finally gasped.
He released her, letting her rock back onto his hips. A small smile played around her lips as she tore open the foil square in her hands and removed the condom. He watched through slitted eyes as she smoothed the latex onto him with confident, sure hands. Then she rose above him, gripping him in her hand as she sank onto his erection.
She was tight and hot and he almost disgraced himself. Almost. She made a small, needy sound and started to move. He gripped her hips and watched as she bit her lip and closed her eyes and got lost in the sensation rising inside her. When she started to pant and lose her own rhythm, he lifted his hips off the bed and rolled her over, quickly reversing their positions. She stared up at him, her gray eyes pleading with him. He kissed her as he pushed inside her.
“It’s okay, Mel, we’ll get there,” he murmured against her lips.
Then he set himself to the task of proving it to her.
MEL CLOSED HER EYES and bit her lip to stifle a moan as Flynn moved deeply inside her. His mouth was on her breasts, his big, powerful body pressing hers into the mattress, and she was so close, so close…
Inexplicably, his pace slowed, his thrusts becoming more leisurely. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, an earthy, heated knowledge in his eyes. He shifted his attention to her other nipple as his hand slid between their bodies to where she needed him the most. He found her with his thumb and began to tease her with small, gentle circles, the rhythm echoing his leisurely strokes inside her body. Everything in her wanted to come, wanted to strain toward coming, but the message Flynn was sending her with his body was that there was no rush.
No need to strain. No need to race anyone to the finish line.
Joint by joint, muscle by muscle, she allowed herself to relax. Allowed herself to fall into the long, sensuous stroking of his body within hers, allowed herself to revel in the slow, spreading pleasure building between her thighs. She gave herself over utterly to the experience, moaning and twisting beneath him as the need took her, running her hands up and down his big, beautiful body, languishing in his deep, thorough kisses, relishing the way he supped at her breasts, licking and sucking and biting.
And then, suddenly, she was arching off the bed, her climax rolling over her in a huge, pulsating wave, Flynn deep inside her as she cried out his name and forgot to breathe for long, long seconds.
She felt him shudder, felt the hot gust of his breath against her shoulder as he gasped out his own climax. Her fingers gripped his backside as he tensed inside her…and finally relaxed into dead weight, his head dropping onto her shoulder.