Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(53)

She didn’t hesitate, following the image in his mind and his intimate instructions. She wrapped her lips around him and swallowed him down. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Sensations tore through him and he shared them with her. Letting her feel what she was doing to him. Her fingers moved against him and he lifted his hips, driving deeper into her mouth.


Heaven. Paradise. She sucked hard, her tongue sliding under the flared head to find that sweet spot in his mind. Her free hand continued to stimulate and caress until he was on fire. Her tongue felt like a flame stroking his shaft and then licking up and down until her saliva coated his cock and she had about half of him in her mouth.


“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.” He poured command into his voice, trying in vain to keep his gaze on the junction between her legs. With her kneeling between his legs, her thighs spread wide, he wanted to see if fresh liquid gathered at his hard authority.


Are you wet for me? Burning for me?


Yes. She answered without hesitation.


Even when I talk to you like that? When I tell you what to do? He had to know. He was demanding in bed.


When you use that voice, the burn gets hotter.


Satisfaction moved through him. Relief. There was no doubt in his mind that she would suit his every need. At once her lashes lifted and he could see that wide expanse of green. Definitely enjoying herself. That was what he needed to see. She liked giving him pleasure, and she liked learning. She even liked him making demands.


I love how you taste. Is it always like this?


“Just with me,” he growled. “Only me. That’s it, baby. Suck harder. A little deeper. Son of a bitch, Cayenne, that’s f*cking beautiful. Breathe through your nose, and you’ll have to control your gag reflex. Breathe, honey.”


His own breath came in a ragged gasp and in another minute he would have to resort to telepathy because there was no way he was going to be able to talk. Not with her mouth sucking him hard and then switching abruptly to gentle. Not with her tongue wrapping itself around him, doing little circles and then suddenly fluttering like butterfly wings.


“Baby, I’m getting close. Most women don’t want to finish it in their mouths.”


What do you like?


She sucked him deeper and he felt the burst of heat rocketing through his body. His hips bucked, pushing even deeper. Her tongue pressed tight against the sweet spot just beneath the crest of his cock and that sent flames rushing through his veins.


I want your mouth sucking me dry. There was no way to talk. No way to do anything but let her mouth take him.


He drove into her helplessly, and she didn’t pull away from him or fight. In return, he didn’t break the silken bonds. He gave her this moment because she was determined to give him paradise.


The explosion was unlike anything he’d ever had in his life. He felt the fire moving up his legs, along the path her fingers had taken. Everything in him, every sensitive nerve ending fired and sped toward his groin. Her mouth was hot and moist and she suckled hard, greedy, kept him deep, pulling every drop out of him, milking him with her mouth. He felt the tight squeeze of her throat and mouth as his cock swelled and pumped. Once. Twice.


He shouted hoarsely, the cry torn from him as his seed rocketed out of him, driving down her throat while he was thrown into a place he’d never been. She’d taken him there. He floated for long, blissful moments. Her mouth stayed on him, surrounding him with scalding heat. Gentle. Careful. Her tongue curled around him as if guarding him while he stayed in that place of absolute beauty in his mind. A gift he’d never expected from anyone, let alone a woman. Absolute beauty. Absolute peace. She’d taken him there.


He’d never felt truly sated in his life. He could take a woman all night and still be semihard. In his mind the act had never been enough to satisfy him. It relieved the terrible ache, but it didn’t satisfy. Until now. Until Cayenne, and he couldn’t even touch her hair falling around his hips and thighs with his fingertips.


You have no way of knowing just what you’ve given me. He whispered the admission in his mind. Intimate. It was all he could give her, and he knew it made him vulnerable. Maybe too vulnerable. She had to see what her gift meant to him, she’d shared his mind. Shared that amazing, beautiful experience.


Cayenne sat up slowly, licked her lips, her gaze somewhat dazed. Her lips swollen. She looked almost as sated as he felt. “The silk will loosen in a few minutes, Trap. Don’t come down to my lair. I have to think about things.”


“Baby.” His voice was hoarse. It broke on a groan. “I need to hold you. To touch you. You just gave me something beautiful. I’m not so selfish that I don’t want to give you something back.”


“You already did.”


“More, I want to give you more. At least take off the wraps and let me hold you.”


She shook her head slowly and backed away from him. “I can’t. Not yet.”


He could see she was afraid. Afraid that she’d gotten in over her head. The gift she’d given him had meant something to her as well. It had tied them closer together. He took a breath, let it out and nodded.


He forced air through his lungs, afraid he’d never have enough again to breathe right. “Get food and something to drink out of the kitchen. Money’s there. Tomorrow we’ll put your prints into the security system. I wrote the code for you. More than anything right now, Cayenne, I want to hold you. I want you in my bed sleeping next to me. I’ve never slept in the same bed with a woman. I’ve f*cked them, but I didn’t trust any more than you do. I want that for us. That intimacy. You. In my bed.”