It went on for another delicious, aching eternity.
When he finally broke away, he murmured against her ear, “Tell me how much you’re enjoying it, Taylor.”
She wanted to resist the husky authority of his voice, but she also didn’t want to at all.
“I’m... I’m...” She dropped her head backward as he teased the most sensitive spot on her throat with his teeth and tongue. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure.
“I didn’t hear that.” There was a smile in his voice again. He cupped one of her breasts.
“I love how you’re making me feel,” she rasped, relenting to the bone-deep need to express how she was feeling. “I love it so much.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“But I’m also going crazy. I’m dying here. I need to come so bad, and you won’t stop kissing me.” She fisted both her hands in his hair, holding his head in place at her neck, trying to get it even lower.
He chuckled and raised his head, despite her attempts to hold him still. “Why didn’t you say so?” She’d never seen anything hotter than his flushed face and smoldering, dark blue eyes. “You can come and kiss at the same time, you know.”
“Wh—” She couldn’t finish the question because he’d claimed her mouth again. As he did, he walked her backward until her bottom connected with the edge of the table.
He was still kissing her as he lifted her up so she was propped on the table. She helped by yanking her skirt up so it wouldn’t get in the way.
His tongue was busy in her mouth as his fingers explored between her thighs until he’d found where she was hot and wet. So hot. So wet.
“Mmm,” he said against her lips. “You really were enjoying it, weren’t you?”
“I told you.” She made little grunts of impatience as his fingers teased her intimately. Then the shameless sounds were smothered when he deepened the kiss again.
He hadn’t been lying. He never stopped kissing her as he found her clit and rubbed it in gentle circles. Then he pulled her thighs apart farther so he could slide two fingers inside her, moving her panties out of the way to give him access.
She was sobbing into the kiss as he worked her up toward climax, and they were still kissing as she came hard and long and intense, her body shaking through the spasms.
He was pressing his lips lightly around her mouth as she came down, gasping and hot as fire and limp from the sheer pleasure of the release. He was smiling as he murmured, “See? I told you.”
“That was... that was... Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I think we can get you going again if you want.”
“A...gain?” She had no idea why she sounded so breathless. She often came more than once during sex, but it was usually because she knew how to get herself off and guided the guy.
She didn’t normally let a man take control this way.
He kissed her mouth. Then her cheek. Then the side of her throat. “Of course. Making you come is the hottest thing. I’m definitely doing it again.”
He slid two fingers back inside her and curled them up against her g-spot. This time he didn’t kiss her. He watched her responses as he pumped his hand with hot, possessive eyes.
She gasped and whimpered and fell backward onto the table, reaching her arms out so she could hold on to the edges. She had no idea how she looked at the moment—her skirt hiked up, her legs sprawled, her hips moving eagerly against his hand. But Charles seemed to like it.
He murmured out thick encouragement as he worked her up toward climax, telling her to let go, to give it to him, to take what she wanted.
She came again, even harder than before, biting her lip to stifle her loud cry of release.
“So good,” he said softly, his hand finally slowing down as her inner muscles clenched around him. “You came so hard, so good. I could feel how hard you came around my fingers.”
She tried to say something but couldn’t get a word out. It didn’t matter. She was smiling like a fool as she gasped and shook through the last of the aftershocks.
He withdrew his hand and then straightened her skirt and lifted her up into a sitting position. Then he wrapped his arms around her so she could pant against his shoulder.
He was turned on too. Really turned on. She could feel it as she moved against him. When she’d recovered her breath and her ability to think and speak, she pulled away and smiled at him. “Since you spent all that time taking care of me, I think we can do a little something to take care of you now too.”
“I fully support that idea.”
She chuckled and slid to her feet. Her knees buckled momentarily, and she had to hold on to him for support.
He’d really done a number on her. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way in her life. Like she’d let go of everything she’d always held on to and free-fell for a long, thrilling time.
She’d never expected to like it.
She’d never expected to want to do it again.
CHARLES HAD ALWAYS had a good time in the bedroom, but it had been almost a year since he’d had sex. He hadn’t made a conscious decision to abstain or take a break. He just hadn’t found anyone he really wanted to date lately, and he’d been too distracted with other things in his life to put much effort into finding someone.
He’d never thought he was some sort of sex god, but his partners had all said and acted more than satisfied. But he’d never felt this kind of thrill before. The way he felt making Taylor come.
They’d finally ended up in her bedroom, which was neat and comfortable with solid cherry furniture and gray and smoky-purple bedding. She’d had a good time taking his clothes off and pushing him down onto his back on the bed.
He had no objections to this arrangement. If she wanted to be on top, he wasn’t about to complain.
He watched, hot and tense and hard as a rock, as she gave him a teasing smile and let her slinky dress slip down to the floor.
His erection throbbed dangerously as his eyes raked over her long, slim body and smooth, tanned skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and rounded—not particularly large but perfectly shaped—and she didn’t appear remotely self-conscious as she wiggled out of her underwear and climbed onto the bed and then straddled his hips.
“Hi,” she said, smiling down at him. She’d reached down to stroke his full erection.
He wanted to howl at her touch but managed to contain it to a soft groan. “Hi.”
“You’ve got some good stuff going on under your clothes,” she told him, her eyes running from his face down to his groin.
“So do you.” He’d never considered himself much of a preener. That was something more shallow and swaggering guys did—guys who covered insecurity with a facade of clichéd male bluster. But he felt like preening at the appreciation in her eyes.
“Why didn’t you let me know about all this before?” She stroked his chest, trailing her fingers down to his belly, teasing him by not quite reaching the place he wanted to feel her the most.
“You never seemed interested.”
“I guess I wasn’t. But I don’t know why. Because this...” She adjusted her position above him, surprising him by leaning over and hovering her face above his groin. She flashed him a smile. “This is very, very nice.”