Authors: Dianne Venetta
Moving her hands to his biceps, she luxuriated in the hard, round curve of his muscle, the sense of virility it exuded. Her craving intensified.
Vic broke away, but not too far, keeping her secure in his grasp. “You okay with this?” he asked, his eyes intense, probing.
“I’m okay, if you’re okay.”
She had had her share of lovers and wasn’t embarrassed to say so. Much like a man, she had needs, enjoyed sex, and uninterested in commitment or marriage, saw no problem with the arrangement of a casual affair.
“Once I get started I’m not gonna want to stop.”
“I hope not,” she said, anticipation welling. She wanted to feel him, all of him. From the rock of his chest as it pressed against her breasts to the supple skin of his lips, Sam wanted to experience all of this man.
The ride to her condo had been unbearable. Sam could only wonder what he would feel like, look like, how he would taste, behave. Was he the fun and playful type? Or was he hot, intense, a man of few words...
Once inside her door, she flicked on a light before Vic swung her to him, his hands tangling in her hair as movement took on a sense of urgency. He pulled her head back and covered her mouth with his, separated her lips and eased his tongue inside. Surprised by the sudden move, she pressed into him and held on to his shoulders as he made several deep thrusts, then followed with a run of his tongue along her neck.
Sliding her arms around his waist, she pushed her hips into his, savoring the desire churning between them, the intense burn between her thighs as he nipped at her throat, her collarbone, then brushed aside the thin strap of her tank for better access.
No bra, Sam gave a grunt of pleasure as her nipples hardened to peaks. She granted him full admission to go where he wanted, when he wanted, and then she would do the same. She would have her way with him. Give in to the yearnings office propriety had forced her to bury and
do so all night long
. With Jess at her brother’s this evening, they’d have the place all to themselves.
Vic cupped her face and kissed her. The move was brief, yet tender, and he lingered over her lips. Through hooded eyes, he stared at her. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
On solid footing now, she grew more brazen. “If the size of that friend of yours is any indication,” she challenged with a grin, “then I think I have
some
idea.”
“That’s Max.” His smile turned wicked. “I’ll introduce you to him later.”
Sam burst with delight. “Max? Is that what you call it?”
“Nice, strong name, don’t you think?”
“I suppose...” Amusement bubbled inside, but the fact that he seemed serious curbed the litany of comebacks catapulting through her mind and she paused to consider the idea. “Well, I guess if he’s anything like Mad Max, the warrior...”
He pecked her nose. “My Max makes him look like a sissy.”
“Then I am all yours, baby!” Glad to be rid of her earlier jitters, Sam leaned into him. She wanted another one of those damn near deadly kisses of his.
Vic’s eyes gestured toward the glass doors. “Don’t you want to close the blinds?”
“What for?” She glanced at them. “The ocean is my neighbor. Not a voyeur in sight.”
Uncertainty gathered in his gaze. “You sure your sister won’t be coming home tonight?”
“Hundred percent.”
Slightly unsettled, Vic pulled her hands into a lock by their sides. “Let’s go in your room, just to be on the safe side.”
She smiled at his shyness and thought it endearing. Lifting up on her toes, she dotted his lips with a kiss. “Whatever you want.”
Sam led Vic by the hand into her bedroom where he spun her around and once again, plunged into a hot, hard, deep kiss. His pressure increased, as did his tempo and Sam responded. She molded herself to the contour of his body and grabbed the back of his head, urging him harder, deeper.
Entangled in the embrace, they made their way to her bed. Vic dropped to the edge, but she remained standing between his legs. Moonlight filtered in through the large glass doors painting the room with a natural glow, and created a mood better than she could have contrived. Add their walk on the beach and it felt “meant to be.”
“I want to see you,” he murmured, his gaze hanging from the edge of hers. “All of you.”
Her lips curled into a smile.
By all means
. Snaking her hands around to the back of her waistband, she unzipped her white skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Vic’s interest dropped with it, her tiny red panties garnering his undivided attention. With a tentative hand, he caressed the lace trim, as though it were the first time he had ever seen anything like it. Tingles spread instantly, clear back to her rear.
“Warn Max it’s going to get turbulent,” she said, then slid her tongue across her bottom lip. Hooking her thumbs under the straps of her stretch tank, she slowly pulled it down, aroused by the desire she saw pulsating in his eyes.
It matched the throb between her legs.
“Oh my...” Vic’s response was guttural as he reached up and stroked her breast, the touch transforming her skin into a tingling sheet of goose flesh. His gaze turned laser. “You’re not shy.”
She shook her head, slow and deliberate. “I’m not.”
Mesmerized, he moved his hand between her inner thighs, and skimmed the underside of the gauzy material. Sam felt a jolt of pleasure at his touch and whipped her top off, flinging it out of sight.
Withdrawing his hand, Vic glided his fingers over her flat abdomen, then up along the curve of her waist, leaving a path of painstaking want in its wake. “I like looking at you this way.”
“Do you, now...” she murmured, enjoying the moment immensely.
“I do,” he said, and as if to prove it, encircled her breasts with both hands, lightly, gently.
His touch woke every nerve ending in her body. Opening her mouth, she dipped her middle finger inside and gave it a long, slow suck. When she withdrew it, Sam slid it across his lips. The black of his eyes glittered as his mouth opened. She slipped her fingertip inside and indulged in the slick wetness of his mouth, his tongue as it swiped at her finger.
Sam’s heart pumped faster. It reminded her of another slick area currently out of his reach. Remaining above him, she began to unbutton his shirt. Vic watched her hands as they deftly made their way down. She pulled the material open, releasing a fresh drift of cologne. A sporty mix of citrus, it was on the fast track to becoming her favorite.
As was he
.
Looking up at her now, his soft smile worked in stark opposition to the hard edge of desire lining his eyes. Sam smiled back and it was all she could do to keep her movements slow and steady as she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, drawing her palms back to the front with a fluid caress. Imagining him slathered in oil, his pecs glistening beneath the sultry Miami sun, she skimmed short nails across the sinewy muscle of his chest. Sam smiled as the image hovered in her mind’s eye, reminding her of the vulnerability she saw in him after his ordeal with Selena. He had opened up to her that day, was opening even more to her now.
Vic remained immobile, but sharply tuned in. She traced a meaty rib to the ridges of his stomach continuing down to the edge of his pants, curiosity trailing her movements. She encircled his belly button, toying with the thin swatch of hair that dipped down and beyond.
Filled with more excitement than she had felt in years, Sam wondered how the rest of him would compare to the soft smooth skin of his torso, the hard steel of his muscle beneath.
“You are as fine as I imagined,” she said.
“Been thinking of me, have you?”
She tweaked his nipple.
“Ouch!”
“I have,” she said, and returned to caressing him at her leisure.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said, his tone hungry.
“Oh, really?” Amused by the gleam in his eyes, Sam rested her hands atop his chest and leaned forward to give a nip to his lips and replied, “Promises, promises.”
Their playful camaraderie heightened her desire. Easygoing and sweet, Vic had an air of innocence about him. Not that she was deluding herself into believing he was some kind of virgin, but he was pure and fresh and...
Fun. That was it, she thought, gazing into eyes filled with anticipation. He wasn’t jaded or cynical. He wasn’t here to add another notch to his belt. He was here to be with her. A burst of warm affection spread throughout her chest. As she was with him.
She respected his mind, admired his talent—among other things—and now that he was working Perry, their time spent together would multiply. Struck by a sudden need for more, Sam set one hand on the bed beside him and leaned closer, close enough to feel his hot breath mingle with hers while she moved her other hand to his crotch. She stroked the swell through his jeans.
He groaned and his hands scooped the cheeks of her rear into a firm hold. “You’d better have good intentions.”
The sharp stubble of his beard scratched against her cheek and she murmured into his ear, “Oh, do I!” A devilish laugh rose from her throat and she pushed him down onto the bed and crawled over top of him. Resting bare-chested against him, she placed her elbows on either side of his head and gazed down through tousled bangs. Taken with his looks, his smile...she wanted to know everything about him.
What did he like? Dislike? Did he have special preferences, needs? Would they shock her? Titillate her? Sam wanted to know what stoked the fire that set this man’s engine ablaze... “What’s your fantasy, Vic?”
He hesitated. “My fantasy?”
She nodded, her thoughts turning more salacious by the second. Finally skin-to-skin with the object of
her
fantasies, she wanted to know his. What did he want? What turned him on?
“I have several.”
The corner of her mouth turned up as she specified, “Your favorite.”
Vic’s eyes opened a notch as though bending a finger to say come in, past the public persona and meet the real me, the sexual me.
It was exactly what she wanted.
He looked directly into her eyes and released a slow sigh. “You really want to know?”
Sam nodded again and eased alongside him, enjoying the sensation as her soft breast against his solid wall of body. Gliding a finger over his stomach, she said, “I do.”
Laying a hand atop his chest, Vic pulled a foot up to rest near the opposite knee, thoughtful as he settled into her game. “I’d like to happen upon a woman...” he began, inhaling deep and full, his exhale controlled. “Alone. In her bedroom, in the bathroom... Wherever.”
“Go on,” Sam bid, reacting with a small smile.
An unexpected shade of timidity entered his eyes as he looked over at her and said, “...discovering herself.”
Sam’s pleasure skyrocketed.
“I’d like to watch her for a while, as she explored herself. Tested her...boundaries.”
“You speak in tongues, young man.” And she loved the way he struggled. It was so pure, so ingenuous. And so goddamned sexy!
Vic chuckled, a touch embarrassed. “Do I?”
She nodded. “Would you touch her?” Sam asked, taking the lead, allowing him room to recoup his nerve as she trailed her fingers over his hand and down along his side. “Or leave her to herself?”
“I’d just watch.”
Her hand rounded over his erection as she asked, “Does that excite you?”
“It builds on my desire.”
The prospect sizzled with promise.
“But yes,” he said, closing his eyes to mere slits. “I’d touch her. When she was quivering, when she needed more, I’d definitely touch her.”
Sam closed the space between their faces to bare nothing and whispered in his ear, “Would she have to beg?”
“She could.”
“Would she have to cry out your name?”
“She might.”
Sam grazed his ear with her nose in a nuzzle of affection. “Could she do the same to you?” But before Vic could answer, she lifted up and kissed him, openmouthed, soft and seeking.
It felt familiar and sweet, yet hot and dangerous. She was drawn to him with the strangest combination of sizzling desire and pleasant companionship. And though her rebellious streak wanted to test him, to escalate and call forth the mind-blowing explosion that would result from their union, a bigger part of her wanted to savor the sweeter sensations, this delicate connection she wasn’t ready to let go.
But Vic had other ideas. He pulled her flat on top of him, combed his hands through her hair, then raked them down her back. He rounded the curve of her rear, grabbed hold with a full-palmed squeeze and swayed them hip to hip.
The rock of his groin was distracting. Torn between the warm succulence of his mouth and the promise of what lay beneath her Sam drew back, pulling away with a tug of his lip. “I want you.” Anxious to pick up the pace, her mind had already begun to imagine the ride. “I want you, now.”
“You have me.” His motions stopped. “Anything you want,” he assured, his insistence calm and quiet.
“Eager to please,” she said through a smile. “I like it.”
In a flash, Vic flipped Sam onto her back and flattened his body over hers.
“Hot damn!” She laughed, surprised but pleased by the turn of events. “I like it when you get
dominant
.”
“You’ll like it period.”
Vic covered her breast with his mouth, slathered his tongue in wide circles before flicking her nipple with hard quick movements until it perked.
“Oh, Vic, your mouth is on fire,” she said, aching for him to take her in whole and suck hard. It felt incredible on her skin, her breast.
“My body is on fire,” he mumbled, yet never once broke contact, his mouth moving up to her neck, his hand assuming position over her breast. In sync with her moans, he kneaded the taut fleshy point while he nibbled behind her ear and down along her neck.
Vic’s mouth sent shivers straight to her breasts but she wanted him inside her—now. “Vic,” she uttered. “Take me. Take me
now
.”
He rose from her body and her legs fell open.