“But after what you told me, I want to make you feel every part of this. You have to trust me, though.”
“Trust you?”
“Yes.” His gaze tracked down her body before meeting her eyes again. “I’m a good student, professor. I paid attention when I was touching you out there. I’m learning your favorite spots. Taking notes.”
The thought made her shiver. “Are you going for an A plus?”
His lips curved, dark promise there. “With extra credit.” He touched her hip. “I want you on your knees and elbows. Put a pillow under yourself if you want extra support. Your arms may give out on you.”
“Elbows and knees?” she asked, feeling suddenly shy. She’d never done that position with anyone. That wasn’t get-to-know-each-other sex. And she’d only had get-to-know-each-other sex with guys.
“It’s not the most romantic position.” His eyes flickered with heat as his erection brushed against her belly, leaving a trail of damp arousal along her skin, marking her. “But it will let me touch you. It will let me angle my cock to rub just where I rubbed you with my fingers.” He leaned down, his lips against her ear and his body pressed against hers. “It will let me fuck you so good and deep that I bet I can make you scream loud enough for Rivers to hear even if he isn’t home.”
Her body went awash with need, and a gasp escaped her. She’d never considered whether or not she liked dirty talk. No one had really gone there with her, but she wouldn’t have to run an experiment now. She had her answer. She liked it. She liked it a whole helluva lot. She swallowed hard. “I better get on my knees then.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, a growly rumble in his voice.
My girl. She liked the sound of that, even though it wasn’t true.
He lifted up so she could roll over and get settled. He tucked a pillow beneath her, and she heard the unspoken promise. This is going to be so good you won’t be able to hold yourself up. She indulged in the mental image of him rising up behind her, cock in hand, her body spread before him like an offering. Liquid heat rushed between her legs.
Now would probably be the time to feel self-conscious. She was about to put her ass in the air, but she was to
o turned on to care. She wanted exactly what Shaw was offering. A hot fuck. The word still made her want to bite her lip like she was twelve and shouldn’t be thinking such a thing. She had always thought of sex in more clinical terms, but hearing the crude words directed at her did things to her body she hadn’t expected but liked.
Maybe this was what had been wrong with all her other encounters. Sex wasn’t polite. Or clinical. Sex was inherently raw and crude. Naked bodies. Sweating. Begging. Urges as base and animalistic as they could get. She took a breath and settled herself in the position.
Shaw made a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. She peeked back over her shoulder, finding him staring down at her with a ravenous look. His gaze flicked to hers. “You gonna watch me fuck you, gorgeous?”
She gathered the boldness that was coursing through her and gave him a salacious smile. “Maybe I will.”
Shaw ran his fist over his erection, keeping his eyes on her, and then rolled the condom on. “If you can keep eye contact, you win.”
“And if I can’t?”
He ran his hands over her hips. “You still win.”
She didn’t know exactly what he meant, but she watched. Watched him settle on his knees behind her, watched him take in the view, lick his lips, caress her. Felt him run his fingers over her slick flesh, sending sparks of sensation up her spine.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, almost to himself. “So sexy.”
Then his gaze came back to hers as he positioned himself at her entrance and pressed the head of his cock against her. He took it slow, agonizingly slow, as he slid in inch by inch, stretching her, waking up dormant nerve endings, and setting off a cascade of new sensations. A groan slipped past her lips, the feeling of the invasion like sweet torture, the slow ride up the highest peak of the roller coaster. All the while, they held eye contact—the intensity of that connection making the physical awareness more amplified. She could see the tense lines appear around his mouth, the muscles in his neck flex when he seated himself fully inside her.
He took a slow, deep breath as if talking himself into not rushing, and then he reached around her hip and slid his fingertips over the place he’d so thoroughly worshipped with his mouth earlier. A sharp breath cut through her at the blissful feel of that rough skin over her most sensitive spot, and she broke the eye contact for a moment. Feeling filled by him and then having his fingers teasing her was almost too much. She tried to breathe through the rolling sparks and find his gaze again, but then he started to move. Pumping into her slowly at first and then grabbing her hip with more purpose and angling deeper, rubbing across that electric place inside her. All hope of looking at him went down in flames. She moaned and her face planted into the bed, her elbows already quivering.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was almost soothing, but it was edged with sharp, male determination. “You feel so damn good. I can feel you gripping me every time I go deep.” He angled again and every part of her body clenched. “Yes. Right there. Take what you need, gorgeous. Use me.”
She couldn’t hold back then. She rocked her body toward him, helping him get to that secret place that felt like heaven wrapped in lightning dipped in oh my God. Over and over just where she needed, his fingers still working her like magic. Her sounds got louder, and her fingers gripped the comforter as if it were a lifeline. He went faster, his movements sure and confident, but she could feel him unraveling along with her, could hear the hitch in his breath. How long had it been for him?
Right now, it didn’t matter because the man sure as hell knew what he was doing. Sex had never felt like this for her. Ever. Not even close. He’d paid attention to her. Taken mental notes. Was figuring out exactly what made her lose it. He didn’t just want her. He wanted to please her, to make it amazing for her. To make it perfect. For some reason, that made her want to cry.
But she didn’t have time for tears. Shaw got more urgent, his hips slapping her backside and making the most delicious, erotic skin-to-skin sound. His grunts became louder, feral. Her inner muscles flexed, her nerve endings alive with every beautiful sensation the female body was capable of. It felt like a wonder. Like a gift.
Her breaths became loud and sharp, the bed squeaking beneath them with the force of their joining. Rough. Desperate. Perfect. Her arms collapsed beneath her, putting her at a more severe angle, surrendering to all of it. And that was when it happened. His cock rubbed against her inner wall at the same time his fingers touched just the right spot. Fireworks exploded through her system, wrecking her.
She cried out with a scream that made the one on the couch sound like a whisper, and her body jerked with the force of the orgasm. Her fingers flexed in the sheets and her muscles spasmed as if the energy had to escape but had nowhere to go, so it just kept looping through her, sending hard waves of pleasure through her again and again. Shaw was cursing and groaning and finally lost the fight to hold off. He buried himself deep, holding her against him, and cried out with guttural relief as he came loud and long.
The neighbors were probably calling nine-one-one.