"Please," I beg.
He presses his mouth to my taut nub.
"Oh God," I moan as I thrash and lift my hips.
He pulls my clitoris into his mouth and suckles with the same strength and determination he'd applied to my nipple, only this time he's touching the most sensitive part of me. I cry out, my back flattening into the mattress, my entire body wrenching from the power of the climax that barrels through me. I want to scream, but I can't capture enough air to fill my lungs. So instead, I grip his head and ride out the pleasure, my heart pounding and my sex pulsating.
When my release finally subsides, I lay limp on the bed, my chest heaving. I manage to mumble two words. "Oh, Chance."
He raises up on his elbows to look at me. "You taste so good I could do that all night."
I regard him with what must be a dazed expression. Though he's given me the best orgasm ever, I want more. I want all of him.
Chance kisses my belly and rises to crouch over me again. He grabs something out of a drawer in the bedside table. I realize it's a condom when he rips the little packet open. Within seconds, he's rolled it on.
Anticipation sizzles through me, and I can barely breathe. Just two words spill from my lips, those syllables infused with all the longing and lust I've stored up inside me for days.
"Please, Chance."
Chapter Nine
Chance
Elena Linwood is perfect. The moment she shed her clothing, she let go of all her inhibitions and gave in to the pleasure, every moan and every movement evidence of how she abandons herself to the moment. I couldn't watch her come, with my head between her legs, but now I have the chance to do just that. Witness her pleasure. Experience it. Feel it, see it, taste it, drown myself in the way she revels in sex. I got a glimpse of it that night in the elevator. But tonight...
Elena gazes at me with a mesmerized expression, her lips parted and her every breath a whisper of unspoken desire. A faint blush colors her cheeks, but she's finally caught her breath. When she smiles, it's slightly crooked and entirely captivating. "Wow, Chance. That was... I mean, I don't know what else to say. You rock."
I chuckle. "Thank you, love. I appreciate the compliment."
"Oh no, that was not a compliment. It was unbridled adoration." She reaches out to stroke my cock with her hand. "I'm so ready for the rest."
With all of her laid out beneath me, I sit back on my heels and take a moment to absorb the sight of her nude, aroused body. Her taut nipples jut up, their color darkened to a dusky shade of rose. I skim my hands down her belly, past her perfect little navel, and spread them over her hips. She has the most intoxicating combination of curves and muscles I've ever seen, soft in all the best places but with enough strength to make sex with her an aerobic workout, if I want that. With her clever mind and sense of humor, I have no doubts we could have the most inventive, energizing sex imaginable. And I can imagine many, many creative ways to make her gasp and moan.
Right now, all I want is to touch her---with my hands, my mouth, everything---and then lose myself in the sweet release of making love to her.
I rest my fingertips over her mound and wriggle my fingers to tease the curly hairs. When Elena sucks in a breath, I ease my fingers between her folds. It's like wrapping pure silk around my hand, silk drenched with warm, sweet honey. I know what she tastes like, and I'm hungry for more of her, but I pull my hand away. Time for me to prove to her I can do better than shoving her against an elevator wall. It's only been a week since that first night, but it feels like a lifetime of waiting and wanting her.
"Chance," she murmurs. "Please, I want you so much."
The way she catches her bottom lip with her teeth, it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen, and the most arousing. I straddle her body again and push inside her gradually, letting myself experience every inch of her hot flesh. It closes around me like her mouth had earlier today, only better because now she's wrapping around me completely, her body a glove that encloses my cock. I remember the sensation of her mouth and tongue on my skin, but having all of her molding to my length... The pleasure is indescribable.
She grips my arms, lifting her hips into my thrusts.
I can't look away from her even if I wanted to. The lust in her eyes makes me crave her even more, but there's a tenderness behind the need, and it compels me to take all of her I can take. I lower my body onto hers little by little, waiting to see if my weight is too much. When her lips curve into a satisfied smile and she nods, I press all my weight down on her. God, the feel of her. All that smooth skin against mine, the rigidness of her nipples contrasting with the cushion of her breasts. I brace my arms at either side of her shoulders, my face above her head. The flowery scent of her hair makes me dip my head to draw in a lungful of it. She smells so good, from her hair to the musk of her sex.
I pull my hips back and plunge deep.
"Oh yes," she moans. "I love this."
Christ, I love it too. She's so wet and warm and willing, and I want this feeling of intimacy and desire to stretch on forever, so I can memorize every second of it. She bends her knees, framing my hips with them, and wraps her arms around me, her every breath transformed into a moan or a tender little sound of enjoyment. I bury my face in her hair while my thrusts become faster and more powerful. Her name spills from my lips again and again, the tone of my litany growing harsher the more I say her name. Her neck arches, and she whispers into my ear the words that shatter my self-control.
"Don't hold back. Please, I want all of you, all the way."
I lever up with my arms, pull my hips back until I've almost left her body, and drive into her. Though the pace and strength of my thrusts increases, I still can't tear my gaze away from hers. Even the bouncing of her breasts can't make me break the tether linking our gazes. Her eyes are half closed, her expression the embodiment of desire. I watch in awe as her climax comes over her gradually, first her face tightening and her eyes squeezing shut, then her fingers clenching my arms until the nails dig into my skin, and finally her entire body freezes and her mouth falls open on a frozen breath.
Her slick softness around my cock transforms into pulsing waves of muscle that grip and release me, over and over, while the breath she'd held rushes out of her as a strangled cry. She shouts my name even as her body relaxes for a moment only to tighten again with another wave of rippling spasms that push me over the edge with her. I thrust so hard and deep her body bounces, and I come apart inside her. It's like an electric jolt firing under my skin, making every muscle rigid while I throw my head back and shout.
I collapse on top of her.