Her fingers trembled on his
belt, and his words sent aroused shivers racing up her spine.
“Sometimes, I’d catch myself staring at you, rubbing my tongue
against the roof of my mouth because I could almost
taste
you,” she
murmured. “You don’t know how many times I almost threw
myself at you.”
“
Plenty of men threw
themselves at you,” he pointed out, the words a low rasp.
“You didn’t seem to like the blunt, aggressive approach. I
thought I should woo you with my best manners.”
“
I didn’t want them.”
She held his gaze as she slid the robe off her shoulders and let it
fall. “I wanted you.”
His gaze dropped from her face, drifting
down her body in a slow, deliberate fashion. His lips parted,
and a soft growl escaped as he reached up and brushed his fingers
over the curve of one breast. “Jesus Christ, Lottie.
Fantasies don’t do you justice.”
She could feel the blush creeping under her
skin, so she lowered her eyes and tugged open his pants. “I
was going to say the same thing about you.”
Her hands brushed the rigid length of his
cock, and memories from that afternoon rendered her clumsy.
She’d barely pulled his underwear down and freed his cock when she
gave in to desire and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“
Fuck.” The harsh
word sounded so much coarser coming from a man who rarely swore
around her. His eyes narrowed and his fingers jumped to her
arm and slid higher to curl in her loose hair. “Your mouth,
Lottie. I need your mouth.”
She’d planned to move slowly, to show him
that she wanted more than fast and frantic too. But what she
wanted most of all was to give him what he needed, so she bent and
skimmed kisses over his belly and hip. When she reached his
cock, she watched his face as she eased him past her lips and into
the wet depths of her mouth.
His hips lifted off the bed and he swore
again. He brought his other hand up to cup the back of her
head, and watched as she took him deeper. “You look almost as
hot as you feel.”
His reactions were all the encouragement she
needed. She slowed down, stroking her tongue over him.
When he hissed in a breath and trembled, she moved her hand and
slid her lips as far down his shaft as she could.
A growl ripped free of him,
and the power constrained inside of him broke free. It hit
Lottie with almost physical force, and she whimpered as the urge to
roll over and bare her throat -- to
submit
-- nearly overwhelmed
her.
She released him and panted against his
hip. “What do you want, Thomas?”
The fingers in her hair coaxed her to the
side before Thomas rolled to his knees. “A word. A word
you can say that will stop everything.”
She couldn’t imagine ever wanting him to
stop anything. But if he needed a word… “Cheeseburger.”
Thomas froze. “Cheeseburger. I
--” His lips twitched. “Do you have something against
cheeseburgers?”
“
No.” Her laugh
sounded shy even to her own ears. “But it’s the first thing I
thought of that had nothing to do with us being naked.”
“
Fair enough.” He
reached down and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “Since you
seem so determined to see me shed my nice polite manners, I want
you to get on your hands and knees. And I want your lips back
on my cock.”
It took Lottie a moment to move. Still
trembling, she crawled toward him and planted her hands on either
side of his knees. It would have been easier to guide his
cock to her mouth with one hand, but she kept both flat on the bed
as she closed her lips around him again.
His hands returned to her head, but in spite
of the dominance implied by their relative positions, his fingers
were gentle as they curled in her hair. “That’s right,” he
whispered, nudging his hips forward the tiniest bit. “You
feel so damn good.”
All she could do was hum around him.
She’d spent so long wanting to touch him this way, and despairing
of ever having the chance. All she wanted was to focus on
him, make him groan her name.
Make him come.
She edged one hand closer to his leg and
rubbed her thumb against the outside of his knee.
He made a satisfied noise deep in his chest
and curled his fingers tighter in her hair. “I’m going to do
this to you. Maybe I’ll tie your hands to the headboard so
you can’t move. I’ll take forever, just licking you. Touching
you. Seeing how many times I can make you come.”
Her eyes met his, and the hot look on his
face combined with his words sent a violent shudder of need through
her. What he talked about was the stuff of dreams, the kind
of thing she’d think about while teasing herself with her own
fingers.
When he smiled this time, it was anything
but shy or teasing. She saw heat in his gaze, and something a
little dangerous. “So you like that, do you? The idea of
being trapped while I tease you? I’ve heard rumors of the
toys you bought from back East. Do you have one tucked away
in your bedside table?”
She shook her head as much as she could with
the head of his cock close to the back of her throat. She’d
never brought any of the antique toys home, but she’d go to the
brothel and bring every single one of them home if he wanted.
He chuckled as if he’d read the thought on
her face. He tugged lightly at her hair, urging her head
back. “I’ll improvise. Go find me something soft.
Something I can use to tie your wrists.”
Her legs would barely carry her to the
bureau across the bedroom, and she had to brace herself when she
got there. There were silk scarves in the top drawer, but she
bent at the waist and reached for the bottom drawer. Inside
lay a coiled length of velvet cord, the belt to one of her fussier
dressing gowns.
Behind her she heard a soft growl.
“That’s not playing fair, is it?”
She didn’t straighten, just looked back at
him as she gathered the black velvet in one hand. “Is teasing
you against the rules? I should have asked.”
He pointed to the head of the bed.
“Come back here and find out.”
The steps which took her back to the bed
were steadier, more eager. The cord hit the quilt beside
Thomas, and she stretched out on the bed, her hands above her
head.
One dark eyebrow swept up. “Uh-uh,
Lottie. If you’re going to tease me with your ass, I want to
look at it. Turn over.”
Her heart pounding with anticipation and
lust, Lottie obeyed. “On my stomach or my knees?”
“
Knees, I think.” The
bed shifted, and she heard his feet hit the floor. “As long as you
can stay upright, that is.”
She fidgeted impatiently, her pussy already
wet and sensitive. “That probably won’t be long once you stop
looking and start touching.”
Strong fingers brushed against the small of
her back and traced up her spine. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
Lottie’s back arched, an instinctive motion
that spoke of submission and desire. Her hands tightened
around the wrought iron of the headboard, and a low noise of need
escaped her. “Please, Thomas.”
The soft cord tickled her side as he drew it
up her body. “I think I’ll just tie your hands together, not
to the bed.” He wrapped the velvet around her wrists.
“You keep ahold of that headboard as long as you can,
sweetheart.”
“
All right.” Her
knuckles turned white, and shuddered as she fantasized about being
at his mercy, his strong hands on her body. Then it hit her
-- the time for imagining Thomas touching her was over. He
was here.
She almost sagged to the bed then.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long I can’t quite believe
it’s happening.”
He tied off the knot and she felt the brush
of his lips over the back of her shoulder. “You’re not the
only one. The things I want to do to you, that I’ve imagined
doing to you…” The slightest hint of teeth scraped against
her skin before his mouth shifted to the top of her spine.
“You have no idea, Lottie. No damn idea.”
“
I might.” Her skin
felt tight, and she shuddered again. “I could tell you, if
you wanted. My fantasies. What I dreamt
about.”
“
Tell me.” More
kisses, following the arch of her back, before he paused and
reached under her to cup her breasts. “Tell me
everything.”
“
I imagined you’d be
careful. Gentle.” Her nipples hardened under his hands,
and she moved into his touch. “Sitting on the bed, so slow,
just… rocking together. I pictured that while I made myself
come.”
His touches stilled. “Then how did you
end up tied to the bed, Lottie?”
She muffled a whimper
against the sensitive skin of her inner arm. “Because
sometimes I let myself wonder what it could be like if you lost
control. If you just
took
me. And it turned me on even more, Thomas,
thinking you could feel that for me.”
“
I do.” He shifted
his fingers and caught both nipples, pinching them hard. She sank
her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from moaning. “But I’m
not going to lose control, Lottie. Not yet. Because in
my fantasies you’re the one begging and whimpering.”
She’d do anything, as long as he didn’t
stop. “Tell me about them. What did I do?”
His mouth opened again, this time on the
back of her shoulder, and he bit her. The gesture was
unrestrained, almost rough, but the words that followed were
anything but. “You let me love you until we both
collapsed.”
If he hadn’t had his hands around her, she
would have dropped to the bed. “I let you? It doesn’t sound
like I participated much.”
“
Sure you did.” He
spoke the word against the back of her neck as he lifted a hand to
swipe her hair out of the way. “You moaned, and writhed, and
came so many times I lost count, and by the time I sheathed my cock
in your body, I was so hard from watching you that I thought it
might kill me.”
There wasn’t time to stifle
her whimper this time, and she rocked under his mouth.
“Thomas, please.
Please
. Touch me, or let me
touch you.”
Thomas planted both of his hands on her
shoulders and stroked along her sides as he sat back. For
several moments she felt nothing but the slightest brush of
fingertips on her hips. Then even that disappeared.
He waited. He waited
until she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, then
smiled with a feral pleasure that set her heart to racing and
watched her face as he slid his fingers between her legs and
finally
touched
her.
Lottie bit her lip again, and her hands slid
down the headboard as pleasure exploded in her. The teasing
and talking had left her aching. “It’s too much.”
“
It should be.” He
traced a lazy circle around her clit and watched her face as if
he’d never seen anything more beautiful in the world. “When
you’ve wanted something for this long, it should be too
much.”
“
It was too much before you
touched me,” she choked, shivering. “Now it’s just -- just
torture.”
“
So tell me.” His
hand shifted to rest on her hip, and the blunt head of his cock
teased against her. “Tell me to fuck you, Charlotte. To take
you.”
She needed it. She
needed
him
.
“Take me.” Her voice faltered at first and then gained
strength, fueled by need. “Fuck me, Thomas.
Please. Fuck me.”
It wasn’t gentle. His hands curled
around her waist and he thrust into her, the angle sharp and
unyielding. His loud groan filled the room as his hips
settled against her ass. “Fuck, Lottie.”
She wanted to scream, but all she could do
was suck in one ragged, desperate breath and moan his name.
He’d been inside her only hours earlier, but she’d somehow
forgotten the sheer, sweet shock of having his cock stretch
her. “God. Oh…”
“
Yes.” He ground
against her, circling his hips with a patience belied by the way
his hands spasmed on her hips. “You are so perfect. So
fucking good…”
Lottie’s elbows dug into the bed as she
pushed back, wanting more. “There’s nothing I don’t
want. Everything, honey. Everything you can give
me.”
One hand crept up her back to twine in her
hair. “Even this?” he demanded, his voice gone suddenly
hoarse. “Even if I let go of everything?”
“
I want you to
take me
, Thomas.” A
shudder ran through her at the mere thought, and she hovered on the
edge of control, ready to tip over. “Please. I need
it.”
A growl tore free of him and power rushed
through the room, almost distracting her from his next
thrust. Almost.
He took her with hard, claiming thrusts,
each one a statement of need. Pleasure mounted quickly, a rising
wave of desire that multiplied with every plunge, every
groan. She felt his need in the depth of his possession, and
everything she’d been holding back exploded in a hot rush that
bowed her back and made her scream.
Thomas’ hand crashed to the bed next to hers
as he covered her back with his chest. The other hand curved
around her body to find her clit. His movements were jerky,
almost uncoordinated, just like the short hard thrusts that pushed
her higher. “Don’t stop.” He snarled the words against
the back of her shoulder, and a moment later she felt the sharp
sting of his teeth.
Lottie could only dig her
fingers into the quilt and whimper helplessly as she came
again. She’d never felt anything like the maddening
combination of arousal and release that gripped her. She
needed him again,
still
, even as a third orgasm took her.