He rasped and his hips came up off the bed. “Ah, babe, that feels good.”
She gripped the waistband of his underwear and the tip of his erection peeked out. She suckled him, running her tongue around the velvet skin. With a quick movement, she pulled the underwear down and took all of him into her mouth, sucking hard.
When she released him, she looked down at him, cupping his hard, hot arousal in her hands, and said softly, “This is not standard in any way.”
His body bucked and she found herself grabbed and pulled underneath him.
“You are killing me.”
Her hips undulated in an uncontrollable movement.
“No woman has ever made me laugh and want to be inside her at the same time.”
Her eyes widened at his tortured tone.
He rubbed his shaft against the part of her that ached for him. His voice caught and then he continued, “How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
She gazed up into his tightly restrained face, her heart skipping a beat at his pleading words.
She touched his face so softly it was almost imperceptible. His body responded as an electric shock coursed along his skin and he closed his eyes. Leaning forward, he gently tasted her lips with his tongue, so sweet.
His eyes dropped down to her breasts, to the hard peaks of her nipples. He could see her creamy skin, her flat stomach, and the dark thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs, the long sleek legs. His eyes moved up to her face. “Damn,” he whispered softly, like a man dying and on his last breath. Slowly he reached out with one hand, inexplicably drawn to what enticed him. He’d always been fascinated by the beauty of a woman. But Sienna transcended femininity. The need for her eclipsed everything; every argument he could conceive slipped away like melted honey and the burning hunger once again consumed him.
He gently traced the tip of her nipple. Sienna gasped. She arched her back, a sensuous invitation that he could not ignore.
His hands were all over her body, caressing her, kneading her flesh. He rose to his knees, his eyes flashing like burning sapphire coals.
He moved over her, rubbing himself against her stomach. Sienna felt the glide of his body, the thick shaft of hot skin against her stomach. He slid lower to push against the slick, wet heat of her.
She felt the tension tighten in her body as he massaged the hot core of her. She gasped and moved her hips in an erotic dance against the velvet tip that teased her, sent tingling sensations deep inside her to a place she never knew existed, a place that promised shattering pleasure beyond her imagination.
“Sienna.” It came out on a groan as she moved against him.
She never would have guessed it would be like this with him, and that thought brought with it uneasiness.
He positioned himself across her body, greedily taking her taut beckoning nipple in his mouth, sucking it forcefully against the roof of his mouth. Her body bucked.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s it, sweetheart. Let yourself go.”
She loved the sleek moist feel of his muscled skin against her body, beneath her hands, all that powerful energy. He was so male, so desirable. When his mouth took her hard tingling nipple, she convulsed against him; the spiraling energy that had built inside her broke over her in a wave of ecstasy ebbing and flowing, consuming as vast as the ocean.
Her release pushed him over the edge, too, knowing that he wanted to be inside her, deep inside her, wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything.
She reared up and grabbed one of the foil packets and ripped it open, sheathing him with one long caress that brought a deep moan to his lips.
She lay back as he moved over her, between her legs. He reached down to guide himself into her, his other hand clenching on the coverlet next to her head. The throbbing need spiraled tighter and tighter, building, escalating higher and higher. He smothered a groan as her wet, hot, satiny flesh yielded to him. His voice was little more than a hoarse growl as he sank into her. Thrusting into her, unable to keep his body from the fulfillment he wanted her to experience with him and the consummation he craved. She jerked against him with a soft cry of pleasure.
His lips closed over hers and she opened her mouth to his probing, frantic tongue, soothing her hands down the clenched, sweat-soaked muscles of his back.
He thrust frantically into her, never before this out of control. He was and he didn’t care. He had to move; motion was imperative, essential. He ached to bring her to release again and join her in the spiraling ecstasy. Her caressing hands moved down his body to his buttocks, bringing him closer, deeper. In response, he drove forward harder, lifting her hips off the bed with the force of his thrusts. He became frantic at the feel of her taking possession of his body, the sweet pressure building in a blinding delirium as he responded to her encouragement, her eagerness to have him all, and the full length of him deep inside her.
The urgency expanded, became all-consuming. He felt as if he had become better somehow. At her harsh cry of satisfaction, he anchored himself, grasping her hips tighter as he drove deeply, with long, hard, frenzied thrusts to the very heart of her need. He didn’t slow until he felt the deep spasming of her muscles clenching around him. It was sweet welcome torture beckoning him to join her in her pleasure.
The clasping of her heated sheath and the soft cries deep in her throat sent him careening, spinning. The quick, lithe movement of her hips rocking him to the deepest center of his being. He shuddered and cried out his release, a release that was so powerful that he threw his head back so far that the muscles of his throat corded in stark relief.
Sienna relished the sound of his surrender. The response from him was violent, involuntary, as he quivered in his frenzy while driving into her, his passion-stark face tight, his jaw clenching around the rasping groans of sheer undiluted pleasure.
Never had she dreamed that lovemaking could be so all-consuming, so powerful in its release.