His voice was low and husky and made her blood flow heavier in her veins. Everything about this man seemed to make her hotter and hornier than she’d ever been before.
“It’s you,” she said in a raspy voice. “You are the one who is making me...”
“I am making you,” he said. “And I’m not going to be happy until you come harder than you ever have before.”
She shuddered at the impact of his words. He spoke against her skin so that she felt them all the way through her body.
“This is the one thing I should have done when you came to my penthouse in South Beach.”
“Sex? Um, we did that.”
“I should have taken you to bed and kept you there until you agreed to never leave me.”
He parted her with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and she felt the air against her most intimate flesh, followed by the brush of his tongue. It was so soft and wet, and she squirmed wanting—no, needing—more from him.
He scraped his teeth over her and she almost came right then, but he lifted his head and smiled up at her. By this time she knew her lover well enough to know that he liked to draw out the experience.
She gripped his shoulders as he teased her with his mouth and then tunneled her fingers through his hair, holding him closer to her as she lifted her hips. He moaned against her and the sound tickled her clit and sent chills racing through her body.
He traced the opening of her body with his other hand, those large deft fingers making her squirm against him. Her breasts felt full and her nipples were tight as he pushed just the tip of his finger inside her.
The first ripples of her orgasm started to pulse through her, but he pulled back, lifting his head and moving down her body and nibbling at the flesh of her legs. She was aching for him. Needed more of what he had been giving her.
“Rafe...”
“Yes?” he asked, lightly stroking her lower belly and then moving both hands to her breasts and cupping them.
“I need more.”
“You will get it,” he said.
“Now.”
He shook his head. “That’s not the way to get what you want.”
She was shivering with the need to come. She had played these kinds of games before, but her head wasn’t in it. She just wanted his big body moving over hers. She wanted him inside her. She reached between their bodies and stroked him through his pants, and then slowly lowered the tab of his zipper. But he caught her wrist and drew her hand up above her head.
“That’s not what I had in mind,” he said.
“But you are what I want.”
“Good,” he said, lowering his body over hers so the soft fabric of his shirt brushed her breasts and stomach before she felt the masculine hardness of his muscles underneath. Then his thigh was between her legs, moving slowly against her engorged flesh, and she wanted to scream as everything in her tightened just a little bit more.
But it wasn’t enough. She writhed against him but he just slowed his touch so that the sensations were even more intense than before. He shifted again and she felt the warmth of his breath against her mound. She opened her eyes to look down at him and this time she knew she saw something different. But she couldn’t process it because his mouth was on her.
Each sweep of his tongue against her clit drove her higher and higher as everything in her body tightened, waiting for the touch that would push her over the edge. She shifted her legs around his head, felt the brush of his silky smooth hair against her inner thighs, felt his finger at the opening of her body once again and then the delicate biting of his teeth against her pleasure bud as he plunged that finger deep inside her. She screamed his name as his mouth moved over her.
Her hips jerked forward and her nipples tightened. She felt the moisture between her legs and his finger pushing hard against her G-spot. She was shivering and her entire body was convulsing, but he didn’t lift his head. He kept sucking on her and driving her harder and harder until she came again, screaming with her orgasm as stars danced behind her eyelids.