She shook her head, her face so hot it should have glowed in the dimness.
Sean removed his hand from her thigh and reached up to cup her right breast. She closed her eyes in relief and pressed up against his palm, desperate for his touch on her sensitized nipples.
His thumb brushed too softly over the hard nub, making her groan in frustration. “What about now?”
It took a moment for his words to penetrate. “W-what?”
“Do you want to show me now?”
He wasn’t going to give this up, she realized. She stared up at him in breathless anticipation, waiting, dying for more of his touch.
His fingers closed around the taut peak and tightened slightly, just enough to make her want to beg. The pressure wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Spread those pretty legs and show me how wet you are, Zahra.”
She shook her head again, arching more against his touch. “Please…”
He squeezed more firmly, dragging a throaty moan out of her. Then he rolled it between his fingers, sending off a shockwave of sensation that coalesced into a burning ache in her core. “You want me to make you do it, don’t you baby?”
No
, she wanted to say.
I don’t want that.
A good girl wouldn’t want that.
Except she wanted to be bad for him. And he somehow knew it. Somehow understood the dark need rising inside her.
Taking a deep breath, she relented with a nod.
“Good girl,” he murmured, rewarding her by reaching up to cup her other breast and give both nipples more stimulation.
“Oh, God.”
His low chuckle brushed over her before he released the tender peaks. Zahra jerked her head up to stare at him, but his eyes were intent upon hers as his hands followed the curve of her ribs and stomach to her hipbones. He paused there to caress gently, finding the lines of scar tissue over her surgery sites before skimming down her thighs to her knees. Fighting with herself, dying from the expectation of his touch on the aching bud at the top of her mound, she allowed him to press her knees apart, slowly, her muscles resisting the movement.
When they were far enough apart to let the cool air bathe her heated core, he made a praising sound in his throat. “So gorgeous.”
Being on display like this should have shocked her, but instead it only made her wetter. She could feel the moisture gathering, making her slick and ready for him. She closed her eyes, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
“Look at me.”
When she didn’t obey the quiet command he took her chin in a firm grasp and turned her face toward him. His thumb stroked softly against her lips and she nipped at it, wanting to punish him, make him stop torturing her and just
take
her already. Sean laughed softly.
“Hungry, sweetness? I thought you liked to be teased.”
She did, but not this much. Not when she was on fire and craving the thrust of his cock inside her. “Take me.”
He shook his head. “I want to see you touch these pretty folds down here,” he murmured, his other thumb brushing over the thin strip of hair on her mound. “Put your hand between your legs and show me what feels good.”
Her hips lifted in helpless response and her core clenched in near agony. He was pushing her so far she might come from her own fingers, and that’s not what she wanted. But damn, she needed to be touched. She hurt with unrelieved need.
Her hands slid over her stomach to her inner thighs and played there gently while he watched with molten eyes. She moved closer to the needy flesh between with ever tightening circles, then her fingers stroked over the open outer lips, up and down until her clit throbbed mercilessly. Panting now, she caressed the inner folds, moving closer to the sensitive bundle of nerves. A moan spilled out when she grazed the edge of it with one fingertip, pleasure swamping her senses.
“That’s it, sweetness,” Sean whispered, finding her nipples again and tugging on them exactly how she liked.
The pleasure was like a whip on her sensitized body. Zahra whimpered and caressed her clit with two slippery fingers, already feeling a powerful orgasm building. But inside she was aching. Empty.
“That’s good, baby. Now slide your fingers inside.”
She’d feel depraved later, but right now she couldn’t stand the burn any longer. Without hesitation she slid two fingers of her other hand into her body, moaning aloud at the streak of sensation that tore through her. She pumped them in and out slowly, firmly, drawing out the pleasure. It grew and grew, rising up like a tide, the edge of release hovering just over the edge of her consciousness. It wasn’t what she wanted but she wasn’t going to turn down this chance to pleasure herself in front of him, especially if it turned him on as much as it did her.
“Stop.”
On the verge of climax, she froze and opened her eyes to stare at him in disbelief. She was trembling, panting, two fingers buried inside her body, others against her throbbing clit. Reduced to a state of utter wantonness because of how much he’d made her need. “Please,” she blurted, not caring that she was begging, mindless with the need for release.
In answer to her plea Sean gently captured her wrists and pulled them from between her thighs, then leaned down to lick her fingers clean. The feel of his tongue, knowing he was tasting her in such an intimate way made her draw in a sharp breath. Her inner muscles clenched at the raw eroticism of the act.
When he looked up at her from between her legs a moment later, she shuddered at the raw lust on his face.
Then he smiled that wickedly sexy smile and whispered, “My turn.”
Sean knew he was pushing Zahra out of her comfort zone, and it was intentional. Earlier tonight when he’d kissed her he’d seen and felt her startled reaction, as though she’d never experienced this kind of desire before. From her description of her sheltered upbringing and the way she trembled for him now he was convinced this was all new to her, no matter how many men she’d slept with before him. The most primal part of him reveled in that knowledge. He wanted to give her the most intense pleasure of her life, burn himself and this first time for them into her memory forever. Because he wasn’t letting her go.
He was also still keyed up from the car chase and knowing he could have lost her. Then Hunter had called a half hour ago to tell him they were following up a possible lead on Amir. Reports indicated it looked like he was on the move, and possibly headed this way. Which had to be a coincidence, because this time only the team members themselves knew where he and Zahra were.
Except Sean didn’t believe in coincidence.
He shoved the unsettling thought aside to focus on the here and now. The sweet-tart taste of her was still on his tongue and he wanted more. Zahra was breathing fast, her heavy-lidded gaze locked on his face. Too fucking gorgeous for words.
Leaning forward, he braced his weight on both elbows to cup her luscious breasts in both hands. He bent his head to kiss her silky soft flesh then dragged his tongue up the curves to the stiffened centers. Zahra sank both hands into his hair and arched her back with a quiet gasp as he closed his lips around one nipple and sucked. A ragged groan of relief spilled from her lips as he lavished attention on one, then the other, loving each breathless sound she made and the way her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him close.
When she was squirming and mewling he reluctantly released the captive flesh and kissed his way up the lovely line of her throat and over her jaw to her lips. Zahra turned her head and blindly sought his mouth and he gave it to her, plunging his tongue past her lips as his hands tangled in the spill of her hair. She met each stroke of his tongue, rubbing and rocking against his body in a plea for more. Nipping his way down her jaw and throat, he paused to torment each pouty nipple once more before easing back to admire the view. Stretched out before him, thighs parted to reveal the tender flesh between and her hands gripping his shoulders, she was right out of his fantasies.
Under his stare she started to lower one knee but he blocked it with a hand and opened her again, his eyes fixed on the delectable place between. He could smell how turned on she was and couldn’t wait to taste her again. Closing his hands around her ankles he held them firmly and began kissing his way up her calves to her knees, first one leg then the other, playing with his tongue and teeth. At her inner thigh he paused to rub his cheek against her, enjoying the way her muscles tightened beneath his touch.
Keeping hold of her ankles he bent to kiss her taut, quivering abdomen, his tongue stealing out to play with the belly ring she wore. Her muscles twitched beneath his lips and her hands stole into his hair once again. Done with tormenting both of them, Sean placed a gentle kiss on the strip of hair covering her mound. Anticipating the moment she tried to close her legs, he blocked the movement with the width of his shoulders. Zahra bit her lip and watched him wordlessly, that look of anticipation and shyness on her face making him so hard it was painful.
At last he let himself kiss that soft, secret flesh, parting his lips slightly so she could feel the warmth of his breath against her sensitive folds. The muscle tension in her legs told him she was more than ready so he flattened his tongue and licked up the length of her slit in a slow, soft caress. Her lower back arched and her hips came up off the mattress as a ragged cry tore out of her.
Sean closed his eyes to better savor the moment, sliding his tongue into her warmth to get a true taste. Zahra’s fingers clenched in his hair and she whimpered, lifting her hips against his mouth.
“So soft, Zahra,” he groaned. With a restraining hand splayed out over her belly, he worshipped her with his lips and tongue, focusing on the swollen bud of her clit. He’d watched carefully as she pleasured herself and made sure to mimic the same rhythm and pressure she had. She rewarded his efforts with a ragged moan and opened her thighs farther, allowing him deeper access.
Leaving his hand on her belly, he eased the other one between her legs and worked two fingers into her. Her body squeezed around him, warm and wet. He hooked his fingers upward and stroked with firm pressure along her upper wall.
At her startled cry of pleasure he paused to look up the length of her body. Her eyes were squeezed shut, head turned slightly to one side, her expression one of complete rapture. A moment later her eyes snapped open and focused on him. She opened her mouth to speak but he repeated the movement of his fingers and watched in lust and fascination as she made that same gorgeous face.
Seriously? Had she never found her G-spot before? The idea that he was the first to show her this pleasure pushed him to a new level of possessiveness. Now he grew even more focused, totally determined to blow her mind and enjoy every moment of the show. He stroked her upper wall and licked gently at her clit. Firm fingers, slow, soft tongue.
Her head fell back. “Ohhh, Sean…”
Cock throbbing so badly it was almost unbearable, he stayed with her, allowing her to luxuriate in the sensations as he built her orgasm. He could feel it gathering inside her, see it in the arch of her body, the tension of her belly and thighs, the decadent expression on her face. The sexy mewls and moans she made as she gripped his hair and writhed under his mouth were incredible. A few tender swirls of his tongue, a slight twist of his fingers and…oh yeah.
Her inner muscles rippled then clenched around his fingers. Zahra let loose a loud, sensual cry and started coming, her hands holding him to her in a desperate grip. Sean wasn’t going anywhere though. He stayed right with her, softening his mouth only when she melted back against the bed, completely boneless with pleasure.
Breathing hard, he eased back and took a moment to savor the sight of her like that, breasts heaving, face lax with release. Fingers still buried inside her, he shifted to kiss his way back up her body to her breasts and began licking and sucking all over again. Zahra wound her arms around his shoulders and sighed dreamily, stroking his hair. Her sexy little movements told him she was hot and ready for more and he couldn’t fucking wait to push into her and make her his completely.
Soft hands roamed over his back and shoulders, up his neck to his head where she scratched sensually against his scalp. “Sean,” she whispered, back arching to press her breast harder against his mouth. He obliged her with more pressure against the pouting tip, scraping it with the edge of his teeth. “Sean, take your pants off. I want you inside me.”
Oh, fuck, he was gonna come if she kept talking like that.
Pulling back and shifting to his knees, he gently withdrew his fingers and reached for his fly. Zahra lay back against the pillows, watching him as he unzipped and shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs. She licked her lips when his cock came free, standing straight up against his abdomen. He gripped the base of it tight with one hand and fished in his jeans pocket for the condom he’d stashed there earlier. Twisting to the side to kick his clothes off, he quickly knelt between her thighs and eased her legs around his, placing the soles of her feet on the backs of his calves.
Before he could say anything Zahra reached a slim hand between them and boldly grasped him. The soft, cool touch nearly undid him. Setting his jaw, Sean stared down into her face and closed his hand around hers. He squeezed and stroked her fist over the length of him from base to tip, slowly, then back down. Zahra’s gaze was glued to their hands moving over his aroused flesh, the heated fascination in her eyes making the pleasure ten times as intense.
“You’re so gorgeous,” she whispered.
He might have laughed if he wasn’t on the edge of embarrassing himself by coming in her hand. She tested his restraint, that innate sensuality and uninhibited enjoyment destroying his usual control. He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted—needed—her.
But if he didn’t start paying more attention to her pleasure this would be over way too soon and without him getting to feel her coming around his cock. Releasing her hand to give her free reign, he reached up to play with a sensitive nipple while at the same time sliding his free hand between her legs. He rubbed the slick, swollen flesh gently, staying just to the sides of her clit, knowing she’d be sensitive.
Zahra made a crooning sound and kept stroking him, her other hand coming up to pet his chest and belly. Sean groaned softly at the feel of her cool palm against his raging flesh. She glanced up at him and Christ, the look on her face as they pleasured each other sent a warning tingle rocketing up his spine.
Gasping out a breath, Sean pulled her hand away from his cock and grabbed the condom. He tore it open with his teeth and smoothed it on.
“Yes,” Zahra whispered, reaching up to grab hold of his shoulders.
Still caressing between her thighs gently, he positioned himself at her opening and looked up at her. Her eyes were locked to where he was rubbing the crown of his cock against her open folds. “You want to watch, sweetness?”
She nodded and licked her lips, never taking her eyes off the erotic sight. Christ that was hot.
Taking himself firmly in hand, Sean pressed slowly and firmly against her. Her body closed around him like a greedy fist, squeezing and rippling around his cock. She whimpered and rocked upward and he drove deep, stretching his body out over hers, weight braced on one forearm beside her head. Her breath caught and Sean stilled, fighting for air while he waited for her body to adjust to him. He knew the moment it did because her hands wound into his hair and she pulled him down for a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling in a slow, sexy exploration. He withdrew a little and began to pump into her, his rhythm steady and forceful as he continued stroking her clit with his fingers.
The low, sexy sounds she made intensified and her thighs contracted around his hips. She lifted into his thrusts, adding an erotic little circle on the downstroke that nearly made his eyes roll back in his head. He allowed himself to plunge deeper, harder, using her moans and sighs as a guide. Soon she was clinging to his shoulders, crying into his mouth, their bodies slick with sweat as they rocked against each other.
Zahra’s fingers bit deep into his muscles, the grip of her hands and thighs demanding, desperate. She was close again, so close.
Sean tore his mouth away from hers and buried his face in her throat, struggling to hang on. “Squeeze me,” he ordered hoarsely.
Her inner muscles contracted around him and her cries of pleasure filled the room. He rode her hard and deep, fingers moving tenderly around the taut bundle of nerves and she suddenly convulsed around him with a sharp, keening cry. Sean snarled in satisfaction and drove deep, holding himself there as he let go. His orgasm slammed into him, the pleasure all eclipsing, blotting out sight and sound until only sensation remained. His muscles locked, his body shuddering as he came in long, endless waves.
As the ecstasy started to ease he became aware of how stiff Zahra was beneath him and the pained cry she made. Lifting his head he saw the way her face was scrunched up and looked down to see her hand grabbing at her right hip. Sean pushed her hand out of the way and gripped her hip, sinking his fingers deep into the muscle. He eased her thigh out and down with his other hand to alleviate the tension and maintained the pressure there until he felt the spasms ease.
Zahra groaned and went limp beneath him, head turned to one side, eyes closed.
He bent his head to trail kisses along her jaw, up her cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head slightly, as though she was too exhausted to move. “Just grabbed right at the end. It’s better now, thanks.” When she looked at him her hazel eyes were soft with pleasure and lassitude and Sean couldn’t help but feel ten feet tall at being the one to put that expression on her face. She lifted a hand to stroke his hair, his cheek. Her tender, languorous smile squeezed his heart. “That was amazing. Unbelievable.”
He laughed softly and kissed the heel of her hand. “I’m glad. I thought so too.” Sex had never felt like that, ever. He wanted her to crave him, wanted her to become addicted to him so that she’d never be able to walk away once this job was over.