Her warmth and tight fit made me hazy. I could feel every inch of her squeezing along my length, and pleasure burned up my skin. I rocked my hips into her and our moans rang out at the same time, blurring together.
I went slow.
Painstakingly slow, so we could both enjoy the feel. I’d done a lot of hard and fast, so the deliberate pace ratcheted up the intensity. Jesus, it felt good. I was so hard, and she was so wet, it was insane.
Nina’s legs wrapped around my hips, wordlessly urging me to go faster, and eventually I gave into both her and my body’s demands. I filled my mouth with her tits and drove into her at a blistering tempo, letting her rasping breath echo in my ear.
I fucked her . . . No, we fucked. Even with her hands tied down, she was right there with me, matching my desire. If anything, she seemed hungrier. More desperate.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Oh, oh, oh . . .”
Her mouth hung slack, and she arched against my chest, flattening her nipples against mine. My hands moved with a mind of their own, coursing over her naked flesh, caressing and touching. Up and down her extended arms. Over her chest, and along the length of her neck. She was so smooth and soft, and her skin was like silk.
“Yeah,” Nina moaned. “Yes, right there.”
I slammed into her, grinding against her clit, and then it happened. The rhythmic pulses of her walls clamped down, and she cried out, her hoarse voice bursting with ecstasy. Feeling her come on me was intense, and watching it was erotic. Her hands wrapped around the rope and the muscles in her upper body strained against the onslaught of pleasure.
Once again, warmth flooded through my chest. Heated satisfaction filled me as the orgasm rolled through Nina. Some actresses were great, but this orgasm, which I’d given her, was one hundred percent real. She shook beneath my body, whimpering as the sensations seemed to fade.
As she recovered, I slowed back to the slow, languid rhythm, savoring every moment of her coming. It was so fucking sexy. My lips planted kisses along her cheek, her mouth, down her neck, and along her collarbone.
Then, I began to move for me.
Deep, punishing strokes that she rose up to meet. Holy shit, was I going to be able to get her to come a second time? She squirmed around my cock like it was possible.
“I want to watch you come,” she whispered abruptly.
I had to freeze. Had to hold absolutely still to avoid losing it right then, that’s how hot the concept was. I tugged the blindfold off and gazed into her wide, pretty eyes as I delivered a thrust.
Then, another. And another, so deep inside her I hoped she could taste it. Heat pooled in my balls, tightening until it was unbearable. I slipped a hand under her ass and tilted her hips to meet me, and the final thrust sent me over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I said, for once not feeling pressure to stay quiet. Nina seemed to be right there with me. She latched her teeth onto her own bicep, and her eyes pinched shut for a moment as she began to come a second time. Then, her eyes blinked open and she locked her gaze onto mine.
I came harder than I ever had.
Wave after wave poured out of me, pumping into her as I exploded. It was so intense, my vision narrowed and I stopped breathing. My heart pounded as I shot into her, emptying pleasure with each surge. “Fuck, Nina. Fuck!”
It went on forever and shook me all the way to my core, making me collapse on top of her. My hips continued to rock as the pulsing sensations slowed and faded away. In the aftermath, I was out of breath and struggled to pull myself together.
There were strands of midnight blue in her steel-colored eyes, giving her irises depth. Goddamn, they were beautiful. My lips sealed over hers and we lay wrapped together, recovering with one passionate kiss at a time. This girl was going to do a number on me, I was certain. Now it just became a question of how I kept her coming back for more.
Chapter Eight
I pulled open the passenger door for Nina and she got out of my truck, and then looked up at the building across the street. It was a nice night. It was warm, the sky was clear, and moonlight poured over the awning that read Dune Nightclub. A bouncer waited beneath, and he glanced at the IDs of the two women who strolled up to the door.
Dune wasn’t the hottest club in Chicago, not by a long shot, but it did okay. There was a steady stream of customers on the weekends and the dancefloor was almost always packed. Things had perked up considerably since it came under new ownership last year.
“How often do you work here?” Nina asked.
I linked my hand with hers and pulled her toward the front door. “Usually the nights I’m not acting.”
The guy at the door recognized me and waved us through. Inside, music thumped at a furious tempo and the bass pounded in my chest. The large, dark nightclub was crowded, and the bar was busier than normal, so I craned my neck to see if Joseph was back there. He sometimes had to help out us bartenders when we got slammed.
“You looking for your boss?” she yelled in my ear over the music.
I nodded.
As far as bosses went, Joseph was decent. He wasn’t exactly laid back, but he was fair. He worked hard, genuinely seemed to care about his employees, and was easy to get along with. I never would have guessed what he was into, had I not let it slip once to him that I did porn.