He was done talking. It was time to see how she tasted. He dropped a kiss on one knee and the other fell away, inviting him in. Her hand sunk into his hair, guiding him.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He turned his head and planted kisses along her arm, inched up to her elbow, then her shoulder. Her skin was so soft and warm. Her moans and sighs pleased him. He was just beginning.
He took her nipple between his teeth through her dress. She moaned, arched, and threw her head back, pressing her breast against his mouth, tremors shooting through her body.
“You love that?”
“Hmm-mm. More,” she ordered, gripping his head and moving it to the other breast. He chuckled and obliged. While she moaned and writhed, he lowered her dress to expose one rosy nipple. It was breathtaking. He’d bedded his share of women, lapped and suckled breasts of different sizes, but none ever looked this inviting. He lowered the other sleeve.
“Beautiful,” he cooed and nestled in the valley between them. His bristles were going to leave marks on her skin, but at the moment he didn’t care. Her response said she loved the feel of them. Her body felt so right, like she was built for him, which was ridiculous. He wasn’t a one-woman man, and he sure as hell didn’t do relationships. This was a one-night party.
To drown the thought, he murmured, “I want to bite you, Terri.”
“Do it. Don’t hold back.”
He pulled a nipple in his mouth and suckled. Then he caught it between his teeth , the bite hard enough to make her cry out.
He stroked and squeezed the other one, prepping it for his mouth. She pressed against him, wrapping one leg around his thigh. His mindless cock sought her heat, but he ignored it. He didn’t reach the ripe age of forty without learning to control his sexual urges. He could wait, until she fell apart for him again.
He inched up and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, savoring the taste of her. He wanted her to bite him again. Rip his skin in mindless passion as she came again. Instead, she caressed his cheek, her touch gentle. Her hand skimmed over his back as though memorizing his body and damn near unmanned him. He wanted her nails digging into his skin, not gentleness.
She swept a hand between them and found him, wrapping her soft hand around his throbbing erection. Rod stopped breathing. She stroked him gently, as though his cock was fragile. When she swept a thumb across the crown, sensations ran up his shaft. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder to stop him from coming right then and there.
Damn it! Where was his control? It was the damn gentleness. He gripped her wrist, caught the other one, and pinned them above her head.
“Not yet.”
“But I want to touch you,” she protested, defying him and escaping his grip. She found him again. “Please.”
Fuck, yes. “Then grip it hard. Harder, Terri, and pump it.”
She obeyed. She’d been right about one thing. Sex was supposed to be rough. Hot and messy. A duel of the senses. He could handle rough, mindless sex. Gentleness screwed with his head. He closed his eyes as she squeezed and pumped his cock.
She nudged him to his back.
“Terri—”
“I need to do this, too.”
She shimmied down his body, nibbling and caressing every inch of him. She took him into her mouth, and Rod stopped breathing. In the bar, he’d fantasized about having those lush lips wrapped around him, but this… this was better than the fantasy.
She started slow, rolling her tongue around the engorged head of his cock, then sucking on it. Then she took more of him, humming as though she loved the taste and feel of him. Soon, she had all of him down her throat. Her muscles convulsed around him, and Rod rocked his hips, his butt muscles clenching.
Damn, that felt so good. With his free hand, he stroked her shoulder, her hair when he wanted to grip her head and pump into her mouth, beg her not to stop. She was good, possibly the best head he’d ever had, but it had to stop.
“Easy, sweetheart. I’m still not done with you.” He eased off her mouth and nudged her back. She watched him with dewy eyes, her lips pink and swollen from their kisses. Slowly, he peeled the stretchy dress inch by inch, baring and nibbling her skin. He loved curves on a woman. It meant more to love, to caress and play with. She had a cute belly button. He sucked on it and her hips rose, her scent inviting him to taste her.
He rolled on his knees and completely pulled off the black dress. For a beat he took her in. Not the body he’d licked. Her wet pussy. Shit. Her clit was peaking between the folds, begging to be kissed.
“Now that is a thing of beauty,” he growled.
She grinned. “I can’t take all the credit.”
“But you must. Maintenance is part of it, and this is all trimmed for me,” slipped out before blood could rush back into his head. Of course she hadn’t waxed for him. “Primed to be licked,” he improvised. “Eaten. Fucked.” He expected her to laugh, but when their eyes met, he saw a vulnerability that surprised him. It was fleeting, but he saw it. She went back to being the temptress.
“Show me,” she whispered and let her legs fall apart, one dangling on the edge of the bed. Slowly, she slid her hand down as though to stroke herself but stopped and spread her folds, offering herself to him.
Damn, that was hot.
He lowered his head and tasted her. Just one slow tongue sweep along her pussy. Her hips shot up, her hands came down to his head and gripped it. Another lick, harder because he stiffened his tongue, and her legs slammed on either side of his head.
“Sweetheart, keep those hands up there and your legs apart.”
“I can’t,” she wailed.
She tasted good. He closed his mouth on her for one long drag, then eased her fingers from his hair and rolled to his feet. He could pin her legs easily while feasting on her, but her hands needed to be tied.
He reached behind him for his tie. She leaned on her elbows and watched him curiously. She looked like a sex goddess, her lushness on display. His cock jerked in response.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making sure your hands don’t interfere with my enjoyment.” He showed her the tie and a sexy grin curled her lips.
“Don’t like me to be in control?”
“Not when it messes with my focus.”
She sat up and offered him her hands, but he shook his head. “Behind you.”
She turned around and knelt, offering him her hands. The way she gave in to him, the humility and utter trust, sent adrenaline pounding through his veins. A submissive Terri was something to behold. She threw him a sexy glance over her shoulder.
“I’m all for light bondage and fun, lover man. Just don’t bring out the cuffs.”
Despite her light tone and the naughty smile, there was vulnerability in her eyes that said she meant it. Sex was one area he believed should have no limits, and from her responses, she knew how to let go. Why not cuffs? Had someone hurt her?
“It’s okay,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of bed and gently stroking her arm. “We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I’m not made of porcelain either.”
He chuckled and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. He tied a knot around her wrist, keeping it loose, but not too much that she could slip out of it. He tilted her head and kissed her, slow and easy, then hard, until they were both panting.