Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy #1)(42)
“Clay…” Her voice rasped with burning, escalating need.
He understood that hunger, because it was pulsing through his veins and racing straight to his cock. Done waiting, done teasing, he bent down and buried his mouth between her thighs and devoured his cupcake. His swirling tongue lapped up all traces of the frosting as he pumped his fingers in and out of her passage, and when he sucked on her sensitive clit, she cried out and grabbed a handful of his hair—not to pull his mouth closer, but to yank his head away.
He looked up at her, not sure why she stopped him when he knew she’d been a few well-placed licks away from an orgasm.
“I need you inside of me, Clay,” she said huskily. “Now. Please.”
The demanding passion in her gaze—in her words—fueled his own lust, and he suddenly couldn’t wait to get balls deep inside of her. He shoved his jeans a bit lower on his thighs so they were out of the way without him having to take the time to strip them off. “Get off the table and turn around.” The order came out more forceful than he’d planned, but she had a way of bringing out the aggressive, more dominant edge in him.
She shook her head and remained right where she was, in the same spread-open position, too. “No.”
“No?” He didn’t know whether to grin at her impudence or turn her around so he could smack her ass for being insubordinate.
“No,” she reiterated, then blew his f*cking mind with her next brazen request. “I want you to take me like this. This time, I want to watch you…”
“Watch me do what?” he prompted, wanting to hear her say those filthy words.
She licked her bottom lip and gave him what he was waiting for. “I want to watch you f*ck me,” she said, her voice soft as a caress to his aching cock. “And I want to watch you as you come.”
Jesus, he thought, and couldn’t deny that he wanted to stare into those sultry blue eyes as she climaxed, too. He lined up the tip of his shaft against her slick entrance, then grabbed her hips to keep her securely in place as he drove into the softest, hottest, most addicting * he’d ever had.
He could feel her tight body clasp every inch of him as he pushed deeper, deeper. Oh, f*ck, so deep he was completely and utterly lost in her. Physically, yes, but it was also the ferocious need he felt for this woman alone that made his pleasure so damn intense he shook with the restraint it took not to take her like a man possessed.
Her breath shuddered as he filled her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, bracing him as he started to thrust in and out. He moved slowly enough that they were both able to watch her body swallow his thick shaft, then he withdrew until just the tip of his erection was inside of her, then pushed forward once again.
He took a moment to appreciate the sexy slope of her lush, full breasts and tight, suckable nipples—and the way her naked tits bounced every time he shoved back into her. She looked so f*cking hot naked, and the whole visual aspect of their position made it all the more erotic.
It also sorely tested his self-control and made his hips instinctively rock faster and harder against her as his orgasm sizzled to the surface. At this rate, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, and he wanted her with him when he climaxed.
“Touch yourself,” he said gruffly, unable to move his hands from her hips. “I’m already so damn close. Make yourself come for me.”
She didn’t hesitate to put her fingers on her clit, another seductive visual that sent a surge of lust pulsing through him. Moaning softly, she circled and rubbed that taut nub of flesh, and his release beckoned like the devil.
“Come, Samantha,” he growled as he kept up the maddening pace of his thrusts while trying desperately to stave off the searing heat gathering low in his belly and weakening his resolve. “Now.”
Her eyes glazed over with desire yet remained steady on his face. “Not until you do first,” she said huskily, as those slender fingers continued to stroke over her slick flesh. “I want to watch you.”
An unbelievable gasp of laughter escaped him at her shameless challenge. She was f*cking killing him, in the very best way, and if she wanted to see how wild she made him, then he wasn’t going to hold back, trusting that she wouldn’t be far behind him.
Breathing hard and clenching his jaw, Clay kept his eyes locked on hers as he pumped into her rhythmically, harder and faster, again and again, until the tight, red-hot friction clasping his cock was more than he could resist.
Come on, come on, come on, he silently chanted, no longer able to wait for her as his stomach muscles tensed and his release ripped through him. A harsh groan rumbled in his chest as he bucked uncontrollably against her, sensation after sensation battering him like a sledgehammer.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get any more mind-blowing, her body shook with her own orgasm, and her inner walls gripped him insanely tight, rippling and squeezing every last ounce of pleasure out of his cock until he had nothing left to give.
Chapter Eleven
THE NEXT TWO weeks became a regular routine of sex, desserts, and work. But mostly sex and desserts, Samantha thought with a grin as she arranged her just-finished French macarons on a plate. She’d spent every day baking something different, and she’d never been happier or more in her element. Without a doubt, she knew this was what she wanted to do with her life, and she was finally ready to take the next step to make this dream of hers happen.