Part 8 (2/2)
Back on his track.
He'd always been dominant in the bedroom, enjoying taking care of a woman's pleasure at least as much as his own. Jill hadn't liked giving up control to him, though, and during the two years they were together, their s.e.x life had been almost completely vanilla.
He was ready for a different flavor. And based on the heat that had been between them since the very first moment, he had a good feeling that Nicola was, too.
”For nearly twenty-four hours I've been imagining you without any clothes on. I've wanted to know how soft and heavy your b.r.e.a.s.t.s feel in my hands. How wet and slick you'll be between your legs as I slide my fingers into you.”
She s.h.i.+vered against him as he cupped her stunning face in his hands and kissed her, long and slow, taking the time-finally-to learn the corners and creva.s.ses of her sweet mouth. She trembled when he dipped his tongue into the corners where her upper and lower lips came together, then gave a low moan as he nipped her lower lip between his teeth and sucked it inside.
Without giving her any warning, he moved his hands from her face to the bottom of her thin tank top and pulled it up over her head. She made a move to cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he stopped her hands with his.
”No.”
Her eyes were dilated and her breath was coming fast as he slid his fingers through hers.
”I don't want you to hide yourself from me.”
From where he was holding her hands between her soft, full b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he could feel her swift intake of breath-along with her rapid heartbeat.
”Take a step back so that I can look at you.”
He could see how uncertain she was, but it only made him more determined to push past it. He could scent her arousal, knew how much she wanted him. He needed to know how she would respond to his natural s.e.xuality, to the innate dominance he'd controlled for too long.
”Now, kitten.”
Her eyes flared with surprise-and heat-at the endearment even as she took a step back.
Not wanting anything to cover up her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s-his hands and mouth and c.o.c.k would have to wait for their chance-Marcus made himself let go of her hands.
Nicola immediately moved to cover herself. He didn't say anything, simply shook his head, once.
Her eyes widened again and for a moment, he wasn't sure that she would obey his silent command. But then, she took a deep breath and lifted her chin. Her hands s.h.i.+fted down, revealing sweet, soft skin, and his breath caught.
Just before she was about to reveal her nipples, she stopped, blus.h.i.+ng furiously.
From what he could recall of seeing flashes of her on TV and pictures on magazine covers, he knew she often wore next to nothing on stage. And yet, if he didn't know better, he would swear she'd never shown another man her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She was that shy.
”Show me how beautiful you are, Nicola.” He didn't understand why this was so hard for her, but since it obviously was, he instinctively softened his voice. He was gentle, soothing, as he urged her, ”Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”
The silence throbbed between them for a long while until-finally-she dropped her hands from her chest...and the hit of l.u.s.t that knocked into him nearly took him down to his knees on the carpeted floor of her penthouse suite.
Her nipples were erect and a soft pink that made his mouth water at the thought of licking them to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked. Her skin was lightly tanned all over, without a tan line in sight on her shoulders or around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s...easily the most beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s he'd ever been lucky enough to set eyes on.
His c.o.c.k had already been hard enough to pound nails since their kiss in the dance studio and hadn't much flagged since then. But now, he was worlds beyond hard, as erect as he'd ever been from nothing more than a couple of hot kisses and the beautiful sight of Nicola's naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Full and high on her small frame, they quivered slightly, just enough for him to realize that she was shaking.
At this point he could barely stop himself from jumping her, but he knew he had to hold back at least long enough to ask, ”You're not scared of me, are you?”
She shook her head. ”No.” But the way she dropped her gaze from his and lowered her head gave him an entirely different answer.
”You and I,” he said as he moved closer to tip her chin up with his fingertips so that she had to look at him, ”we won't ever lie to each other.”
Again, it wasn't a question. It was simply a truth that had to be.
When she nodded her agreement, he asked again, ”Are you afraid of what's happening between us tonight?”
”I'm not afraid of you. I just-” She made a move to re-cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her hands and when he took them in his to stop her once again, she only shook harder.
”Tell me why you're scared, kitten.”
But instead of telling him, she said, ”Why do you keep calling me that?”
Despite how badly he wanted her, despite the fact that he was working like h.e.l.l to rein in the caveman inside, he found himself smiling. ”Because that's how you slept on my lap. Like a contented kitten.”
Her eyes softened and her trembling stopped. ”I want to rub myself all over you like a kitten,” she whispered shyly.
His c.o.c.k jumped behind his zipper as she watched his reaction...and waited for him to tell her if that was what he wanted her to do.
h.e.l.l, yes, he wanted it, wanted to feel all those soft, smooth curves sliding against him. But if she did that he'd be a goner. And she hadn't yet told him why she'd been trembling.
”I want you to do that, too,” he told her, ”but first I want you to tell me what's wrong.”
”I haven't-” She stopped, took a deep breath before admitting, ”It's been a while for me.”
Ah, that explained why she was so nervous. ”We'll take it slow,” he promised her in a husky voice. ”Slow and easy.”
”Okay,” she said and the trust in her eyes nearly undid him. ”But what if I want fast and hard, too?”
In an instant, the thin threads of his control snapped as he lifted her into his arms.
A bed. He just needed to get her to a bed and then he could stop, think, plan what he was going to do with her...all the ways he was going to make her scream with pleasure.
He was almost there when she s.h.i.+fted so that her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were against his chest and her face was softly pressing into his neck. He could feel her warm breath, and then her lips moving along the cords that ran down to his shoulders. But it was the soft lick of her tongue against his skin, followed by a nip of her teeth, that broke him.
Barely two feet from the bed, he bent his head and took one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his mouth.
Oh f.u.c.k, she was so sweet, and so responsive, her already hard nipples tightening even further against his tongue. He felt his hold on sanity loosen as she moaned his name and he had to s.h.i.+ft her weight so that her other breast was there for him to suckle on, too.
Knowing he'd never experienced anything as erotic as the way her body responded to his touch, Marcus made himself move those final feet to the bed, and lowered them both so that he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. Her fingers were in his hair now, her neck arched back so that she could give him better access to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her a.s.s was cus.h.i.+oning his c.o.c.k and he knew if he left her there to squirm and wiggle around on his lap, he was going to explode before he was anywhere near getting inside her.
He lifted his mouth from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s just long enough to reposition her so that she was standing between his spread thighs. Her legs were unsteady and he held onto her hips, moving her small but curvy frame into just the right place for him to take her nipples back into his mouth, one after the other. Her hands stayed in his hair, and the desperate little sounds she was making as he licked and sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh had him suddenly wanting the night to be so much longer than just a handful of hours.
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