Damn, she’d been alone with her vibrator and late-night Cinemax for too long. But she wasn’t going to get herself off tonight. Tonight, Mick was going to make her come, and if she got her wish, it wasn’t going to be just once.
She almost laughed at her bold audacity. It just wasn’t her at all. But dammit, she wanted Mick, and she refused to apologize for being a woman in the prime of her sexual life who hadn’t been getting any for a very long time. And she was being held and kissed by one of the best specimens of male humanity she’d ever seen—a guy who for some reason seemed to really want her. No way was she going to second-guess herself or pass up this opportunity.
Mick held his hand in her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that wasn’t at all medicinal. It was sensual, designed to drive her half mad with lust. And oh, did she have the lust thing going in a big way.
His other hand rested at the small of her back, his fingers tapping along the top of her butt. Tara felt his erection as she shifted on his lap, and her panties dampened as if this were the first time she’d ever been close to a c**k before.
It felt the like the first time—the first in a long, long time. She’d thought denying herself was a wise idea, all things considered. Right now it didn’t feel wise at all. It felt stupid, because she’d forgotten how utterly awesome it was to be close, to be kissed, to be touched by a man.
She held on to his shoulders and leaned back, searching his face, wanting to memorize how utterly beautiful he was. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of blue, like some faraway ocean she’d likely never visit. No wonder women fell all over themselves to get close to him. He had rugged features and full soft lips that didn’t seem to belong on such a masculine face. His nose was a little crooked, making his impossibly faultless face just a little less perfect. She liked that. Too flawless and she’d feel inadequate.
“You’re staring.”
His breathing was hard. Just like his cock. She liked that, too. “Can’t help it. It’s the eyes. The face. The body. Hell, it’s the whole package, Mick. You’re gorgeous.”
He cocked his head to the side, frowning. “Men aren’t gorgeous. Women are. You are.”
She knew she wasn’t, but hey, she’d go along with the fantasy tonight. Especially when he stood, sliding his hands under her butt to lift her. She wrapped her legs around him, her dress inching higher up her thighs. The room got a few degrees warmer as he walked her down the hall, not once taking his gaze from hers.
He made her feel special, and no one had done that for her in a while.
He shoved the door open with his shoulder, and Tara got a glimpse of wide windows and cloudless night sky before Mick placed her in the center of one incredibly large, soft, king-sized bed. He moved on top of her, his hands positioned on either side of her shoulders, holding himself off her by just the barest of inches, making her lift to brush her br**sts against his chest.
“Tease.”
“You’re the one teasing. Get down here and kiss me,” she said, needing to feel his body crushed against hers.
“I’m too big to be on top of you.”
Big. On top. Didn’t that conjure up images that made her wet. She palmed the back of his neck and drew his head down. “I think I can take it.”
Mick uttered a low growl and dropped down on top of her, his body pressed against hers. She realized the sheer size of him as he lay full on her, but she knew from the tension in his body that he held his weight from her. Still, the pressure of a man’s body on top of hers felt so damn good she could cry. His c**k rubbed her thigh, and a rush of heat enveloped her, making her lift against him, arch toward what she wanted more than anything.
“You sure about this?”
She loved that he asked and framed his face with her hands. “Definitely, positively, absolutely sure.”
His lips covered hers, and all reluctance was gone as he took possession, his tongue diving inside. He groaned with a seeming desperation that surprised her. Surely he did this all the time. She was the one who should be desperate, because she sure as hell didn’t do this all the time.
His mouth was an amazing piece of artwork, full and soft and devastating to her senses. He slid his lips back and forth across hers as his tongue turned her brain to mush. And his hands were the devil’s own soldiers as they moved over her, gently pressing in to sail across each of her curves from her sides to her hips, sliding underneath to cup her butt.
Tara resisted the urge to climb all over him and strip him na**d in order to lick him and have her way with him in about ten seconds flat. She realized there had to be a certain finesse to this, but God Almighty, she wanted this man in a hurry. And he seemed to be taking his time moving his lips over hers, his hands roaming over her body as if he intended to thoroughly map every square inch of her with his fingertips. And oh, it felt so damn good. Her body quaked in response, throbbing and moistening in all the right places, but she was finding it hard to breathe.
“You okay?” he asked when he pulled his lips from hers.
“Yes. Fine. Why?”
“You’re breathing kind of heavy.” He laid his palm on her, his fingers resting just under her breast.
“You touching me there isn’t going to make my breathing any easier.”
He arched a brow, leaned up on his elbow, and covered her breast with his hand. “I get the idea it’s been a while for you. Want me to slow things down?”
“Yes, it’s been a while. How kind of you to notice. And God, no, I don’t want you to slow down. I’d like us both to be na**d right now.”
His lips quirked. “So you’re saying things are moving too slow.”
“You’re killing me here, Mick.”
“Let me see if I can’t speed things up a little for you.” He pushed her up on the bed so her head was on the pillows, then spread her legs and crawled between them.
That’s exactly what she needed. Maybe they wouldn’t even bother with taking their clothes off. She just needed him inside her. Now.
But he didn’t unbutton his pants or crawl up her body. Instead, he slid his magical fingers up her dress and teased her thighs, lifting her dress as his lips traced the trail his fingers had blazed.
Dear God. He really was trying to kill her, wasn’t he? Up her dress went, to the tops of her thighs, baring the panties she’d carefully selected to match her dress, even though she’d laughed at the thought that no one would ever know.
Now she was glad she had, because Mick lifted his head and smiled as he regarded the skimpy golden lace and silk, the only barrier between his mouth and her pussy.
“Now this is pretty.” He laid his hand over her sex and rubbed back and forth.
Throbbing sparks of pleasure spread from her cl*tto her pu**y and throughout every nerve ending in her body. She began to tremble as she realized how close she was. Tara lifted up on her elbows and arched her pelvis against his hand. “I could come from you doing that.”
His hand stilled, but his palm against her sex made her wet.
“That fast, huh?”
She met his gaze head-on. “That fast.”
“I’d like you to come in my mouth, Tara. Try to hold off.” He jerked the material to the side and planted his mouth over her pussy. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with his lips and his tongue sliding over her sex, licking at her juices, tucking inside her and lapping around her clit.
A roll of mindless pleasure seized her, melting her to the mattress. She reached down to wind her fingers in his hair, lost in an earthquake of sensation that she couldn’t hold back.
“Mick,” she whispered, then bit down on her lip as she made good on her promise. Hot waves of orgasm rushed over her, and she cried out as she flooded his face with her come. She fell back against the pillows and rode out a mind-numbing orgasm that flashed through her in relentless waves. Mick held on to her h*ps and continued to lick her, suck her cl*tand pu**y until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Then he moved away and kissed her thighs while she enjoyed some amazing aftershocks and caught her breath.
“Wow,” she said when she could find her voice. “That was really incredible.”
“Now that you got that first one out of the way, let’s take our time for the second.”
“What?”
Mick ignored her question. He reached for the strings holding her panties on her h*ps and dragged them over her butt and down her legs. Once off, he used his shoulders to nudge her legs apart.
“You have a pretty pussy, Tara. Pink and wet, and your sweet taste makes my dick hard.”
And just like that, she was ramped up and ready to go for round two. Just seeing him down there between her legs made her quiver with anticipation. He was right. She’d sailed right into that orgasm without having the time to thoroughly enjoy the kind of magic he’d performed on her. She’d like the opportunity for that, wanted to watch him and feel his tongue on her.
His warm breath flowed across her aching flesh. A tease, an anticipation. She tensed, waiting for his tongue to touch her, and when it did, she shuddered. Hot and wet, he slid his tongue across her swollen flesh, lashing her cl*tuntil he took the bud in his mouth and sucked.
Tension built fast again. It had been so long, and pleasuring herself was nothing like having a man between her legs, licking her pu**y and bringing all her hot fantasies to life. Mick was one seriously hot fantasy. Her dress rode up above her h*ps and she was na**d from the waist down and oh, damn, this was just so mind-blowing and erotic she couldn’t stand it.
Mick’s tongue and lips danced over her sex. He added his fingers to the mix, tucking one inside her pussy.
God, that felt good. She dropped her head back and just allowed herself to feel as he f**ked her slow and easy with his fingers while he took her cl*tin his mouth and rolled his tongue over it.
“Yes, like that,” she whispered, tightening her hold on his hair as the sensations peaked, taking her close to the edge. “I’m going to come.”
He laid his tongue against her cl*tand began to f**k her hard with his finger. She splintered, crying out and bucking against him, this orgasm just as strong as the first one, as wave after wave crashed over her.
When she fell to the mattress she was spent, utterly amazed, and profoundly grateful. When Mick crawled up and smiled at her, she swiped her fingers across his chin and licked her fingertips.
“You taste like me.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes went dark. “You taste yourself often?”
She shrugged and wrapped her fingers around the nape of his neck. “Sometimes when I’m fingering myself.”
She couldn’t believe the things she said to him, the bold way she let herself go. But this was one night and it was her fantasy and she was going to have it the way she wanted it. And she wanted it to be perfect and no holds barred.
So when Mick rolled off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt, Tara rose up on her knees to watch, not wanting to miss a moment of the unveiling. He shrugged out of the shirt, and he didn’t disappoint. His chest was wide, his pecs absolutely spectacular. His abs were flat and chiseled with that proverbial six-pack she saw on models and on TV but didn’t think existed. She reached out and laid her hands on his stomach, shocked at the rock-hard feel of his abs. “Wow, these six-pack things do exist.”
He laughed and unbuttoned his pants, let them fall to the floor. Tara licked her lips at the outline of his erection pressing insistently against his boxer briefs.
“Let me.” She pulled her dress off and cast it aside, then unhooked her bra, not at all self-conscious when Mick’s gaze roamed appreciatively over her body. She’d never been one to focus on how she looked, but right now she felt like a goddess. There was nothing like a man’s hungry gaze to make a woman feel desired.
She shimmied to the side of the bed to grab his briefs and roll them over his hips, releasing his cock. His briefs fell to the floor, and he kicked them off, giving Tara free rein to map those magnificent abs with the palms of her hands, then reach around to grab a handful of his tight ass. Wow. Talk about a work of art. She’d like to lay him down and run her hands over him for a couple hours. And then taste him.
Tara circled his c**k with her hands, needing to touch him, to taste him, before he f**ked her. He’d made her feel so good, she wanted to do the same to him.
She stroked the length of him, slipped one hand underneath to gently squeeze his ball sac, rewarded by his rough growl. And when she leaned over and took the smooth crest of his c**k between her lips, his growl grew more pronounced. Mick slid his fingers in her hair and pulled her head toward his shaft. She gladly took him in, winding her tongue around the heated length of him.
“That’s good, Tara. I like your mouth.”
He tasted salty and powerful. She drank in the sight of him standing over her, her ni**les tightening as she sucked him. He swept his hand over her hair in a tender gesture, and she knew he held back as he eased his c**k along her tongue. She opened her mouth and let him watch, then curled her tongue over the crest and licked the salty fluid that escaped there.
“Jesus, woman, you’re going to make me come.”
She teased him with a slow lick of his c**k head, then wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him. “Isn’t that the idea?”
He moved away, then pushed her onto the bed. “Yeah. When I’m inside you and your pu**y is squeezing the come out of me.”
He reached into his pants and pulled out a foil packet. Tara sighed in relief that he was prepared. He put the condom on and moved over her, spreading her legs, sliding his hands up her thighs, her belly, over her breasts. She arched and he filled his hands with them, then leaned over her and fit one aching bud in his mouth.