Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(69)

Nathan groaned when she closed her eyes and threw back her head, her fingers gliding over her clit, rolling and circling as pleasure worked through her.

"God, I love to see a woman pleasure herself," he whispered. "There's nothing more beautiful."

Tucking that piece of information away for later, she grinned and leaned up, offering him her fingers. He sucked them into his mouth, licking every inch that had delved into her pu**y.

Slowly, she pulled them away and returned her attention to his erection. When she let it go, it leaned heavily toward his belly, stiff, the bulging vein on the underside calling to her tongue.

"You have one beautiful cock," she said as she lowered her mouth to the tip. "I've wanted you since the minute you walked into my salon with Faith. Do you know how many nights I've lain awake fantasizing about taking you every conceivable way there is for a woman to take a man?"

"Christ," he breathed. "If you don't stop, I'm going to go off like a damn fire hose."

"Then I'd have to start all over," she taunted.

"Suck me," he pleaded. "Goddamn it, Julie, stop teasing and put your mouth on me."

Instead she stuck her tongue out and stroked one of his balls, weighing it on her lips, absorbing the puckered texture. Then she lapped at the other, rolling it then sucking it into her mouth. He bowed upward, his bu**ocks leaving the mattress as he followed her mouth.

Enjoying the quiver of his flesh against her tongue, she blazed a trail up the engorged vein, curling her hand around the base of his shaft when the tip danced out of reach of her tongue.

Deciding to end his agony, she let her lips hover over the crown for one long moment before swallowing him in one quick movement.

He cried out, his body arching and convulsing underneath her. The handcuffs clanked against the iron of her headboard and his head thrashed from side to side, his eyes squeezed shut. She smiled and lowered onto him again, tasting him, sucking and swallowing him as he stabbed deeper.

"God almighty, woman, I'm going to come!"

She pulled away, cupping him with her hand and leisurely rolling him up and down as she stared into his passion-glazed eyes.

"Not yet," she murmured.

"I want to be inside you. Please tell me you have condoms. I didn't bring you home intending to seduce you."

"You didn't?" she asked in mock horror. "I think I'm insulted."

"Difficult wench. You know damn well if I'd come armed with condoms, I would have been labeled an opportunistic pig."

She laughed, still keeping her lazy pace with her hand, enjoying the hardness against her palm, the supple give of the firm flesh.

"Yes, I have condoms. Extra large. Just for you."

"You bought them for me, eh?"

"Or maybe I just like my lovers big," she teased.

He shuddered against her hand, and he closed his eyes as strain marred his forehead. "Damn, but you make me crazy. Slow down, honey. Even your hand has me about to explode."

She smiled, let him go and leaned forward to kiss him. He responded eagerly, drinking of her lips as she gently explored his. "I love your goatee too," she said against his mouth. "So damn sexy. Everything about you is sexy."

He stared up at her for a long moment. "I love that you're so honest and open. You say what pops into your head and don't give a damn. It's incredibly arousing."

"Hold that thought," she said as she swung her leg over him to get up. She strode nude to the dresser, knowing his gaze followed her every movement. She put a little extra wiggle in her ass and threw him a teasing look over her shoulder.

He positively smoldered. His eyes could start a blaze. They already had. Her entire body bloomed with heat.

She picked up a few condoms and walked back to the bed.

"Optimistic, aren't you?"

She looked down at the three packets in her hand. "I like to be prepared."

"I just hope I can get it up for you twice," he said with a grin. "You might kill me the first time."

She straddled him again, dropping the packets to the side. The devil in her was prepared to give him a show he wouldn't forget.

Dipping her finger into her mouth, she sucked and slowly pulled it away, then lowered it to her pu**y, sliding it between her folds. Her other hand cupped her breast, plumping it, her fingers going to her nipple as she tweaked and rolled it.

Nathan lay completely still, watching her with avid fascination. He was drawn tight as a rubber band at full stretch, and his breaths came quick and ragged.

She closed her eyes, pushing her finger down and into her entrance, feeling the warm, damp tissues close around the tip.

Never had she been watched by such an attentive male. Her arousal was sharp, quick to rise. Already her orgasm swelled, lurking just beyond the edge, waiting for that push.

"That's it, honey, slow it down for just a minute. Take your time. God, you're so beautiful to watch. Do you have any idea how jealous I am of your fingers right now?"

She stroked over her clit again and rolled her nipple between her fingers, pulling it until it was a taut, stiff peak. Cupping the breast, she leaned down, guiding it to Nathan's hungry mouth.

"Suck it," she said huskily. "I want your mouth on me."

His tongue swept out, licking it. Then he nibbled around the point, his goatee scratching at the hypersensitive nub.