Searching for Perfect (24 page)

“Yes.”

He crashed his mouth over hers.

She never saw him coming. He simply took over, possessed her mouth, and buried his hands in her hair to keep her still. His tongue stroked her lips until she opened wide and gave him what he wanted. He sunk in deep, and she
moaned under the gorgeous skill of his teeth and lips and tongue. Using the perfect suction, he sipped and commanded and gave, until her head spun and she grew wet between her legs. His taste and scent swamped her senses, and she hung on for the ride, already under his spell and seeing no need to fight it. He kissed her endlessly, taking his time, learning every secret of her mouth. She arched up for more and clung to his shoulders, but he never hurried, as if she were a science experiment he intended to study and learn no matter how many hours it took.

Finally, he lifted his head. Her lids were heavy when she opened her eyes. Her entire body throbbed with need, from the tight ache of her nipples to the drenched core between her thighs.

“I want to fuck you, Ken. Slow and hard, in so many ways there’s not a part of your body I haven’t used and pleasured. Don’t think this is going to be a quick round with sweet kisses and politeness. I’ve waited too long. Understood?”

Dear God, who would’ve thought her rocket scientist knew how to talk dirty? Heat sizzled in her veins and her mouth grew dry. “Yes.”

“Good.” Without another word, he lifted her from the couch and walked into his bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He stripped her quickly of his T-shirt, and his gaze devoured the flesh left bare by her black bra and thong as he stood beside the bed like a conquering warrior about to partake in his spoils. His stillness only heightened her arousal, the way he took in every inch, probing, his moss green eyes filled with intentions of what he was going to do
to her. She shuddered with pure anticipation. She was used to being the aggressor, taking what she wanted, and guiding her lovers in the way she enjoyed. This time, she realized he was in charge.

And she loved it.

“You deserve multiple orgasms every day, sweetheart. The female body is designed for pleasure in a way the male can never attain.” As he spoke, he ran his palm down her belly, across her quivering thighs, to her calves. He paused to pluck at the silver chain still clasped around her ankle, linking his fingers in a loose circle and bending her leg by the knee. “So many erogenous zones men ignore in the quest for the almighty orgasm. It should be a crime to miss out on such foreplay. Each step leads to a more intense explosion and release.”

He hadn’t even touched her, and she was already panting for breath. Her nipples stabbed against the lace of her demicup and demanded to be sucked. He was like a witch doctor for sex.

She allowed her legs to bend open, hoping for some early action, but he brought both hands to her foot and took a firm hold. “Take a woman’s foot. There are certain pressure points that stimulate sexual arousal.” Using his thumbs, he pressed, rubbed, and rotated over the sensitive soles, keeping the pressure just firm enough not to slip into being ticklish. Bending his head, he nibbled on her toes, his tongue coming out to lash the tender skin until a moan spilled from her lips. So good. How had she never known a foot massage could make her so hot? She’d always thought them to be relaxing, like at a spa, but now tingles shot up
her legs straight to her pussy. “Do you like that?” His voice was husky with demand. “I need you to tell me what you do and don’t like.”

“Yes. I like that.”

“Good.” He continued for a while, until her muscles gave out and she sunk deep into the mattress. He slowly released her foot, ripped off his T-shirt and boxers, and stood before her naked.

Oh, my.

“Umm, Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re very . . . well endowed.”

He grinned. A totally masculine, seductive, “curl your toes and surrender now” kind of grin. “The more to pleasure you with, my dear.”

“Or kill me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re ready first.” His eyes gleamed. “Three orgasms beforehand should do it.”

“Wh-wh-what?”

“Shush. I’m busy.” He pulled her legs apart and crawled on the bed between them. Kennedy sighed with pleasure, ready to be ravished, but he bent his head and began nibbling around her knee.

“Umm, a bit higher, please.”

One sharp nip on the backside shut her right up. A hot flash sizzled across her skin. “Another zone sorely neglected. The back of the knee, and of course, the inner thigh. Let’s see which spot you prefer, shall we?”

Kennedy gasped as his fingers played and stroked her inner flesh, while his mouth licked and scraped sharp teeth
down the plump curve right before her ass. Her clit throbbed madly for pressure, and little sparks of fire bumped across her body, firmly connected to every motion of his tongue and fingers.

“Hmm, interesting, you seem to favor your right side. I’ll have to remember that.”

If he had access to his pocket protector, would he whip out his pencil and pad and make notes? And how was that the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced in her life?

“Nate, please, I need—”

“Moving on and up. The mons.” He pressed his nose against her mound and breathed in deep. Her hips shot up and begged for more, and arousal leaked through the flimsy lace. She waxed regularly, and the feel of his stubble against her smooth, swollen center made her fist her hands in the sheets and almost beg for mercy. Almost. He wasn’t even halfway done with her body and he’d turned her on more than full-out sex ever had. “You smell so fucking good. Spice and musk and honey all at once.” He divested her of the soaking lace in one graceful swoop, and then lowered his head again. “I love you bare here, it gives me full access to every delicious part of your anatomy.” He nuzzled and stroked but never got to the most sensitive, critical parts that screamed for attention. “Caressing you here gives your body the signal to demand more, which increases your fluid, ah, like that. You’re so beautifully wet and swollen.”

His educational litany on the female body drove her crazy with lust. Seems temper and arousal elicited his use of curse words, another secret part of her lover she adored discovering. “Ah, God, can we get on with it?”

He made a clucking noise against her mons, which almost shuddered a mini half orgasm through her. Almost. “Of course, we’ll get back to the most important parts.” He dipped his tongue into her belly button and nibbled. His hands coasted behind and unsnapped her bra with one hand. Her breasts fell free from their restriction, and cool air rushed over her hard nipples. She twisted to get closer, aching to get his tongue on her and have him suck. He spread butterfly kisses over her cleavage and rubbed his stubble over her breasts. “The breasts are usually the first part a man goes to, but there’s so much more than just the nipples. Take the areolas. Yours are gorgeously dark and dusty and puckered. If I scrape my teeth slowly around, like this, and avoid your nipple, how does that feel?”

She groaned, trapped between heaven and hell and a looming orgasm. “Hurts a little, but so good. More.”

He obeyed, treating the other breast to full treatment. Studiously avoiding contact with his tongue, he used his teeth to pull and elongate her nipple while his other hand plumped and stroked. She drowned in the sensation of being the subject of his study and wondered if she’d die before he even slipped inside her. “So beautiful, and responsive. I want to spend hours sucking and licking your breasts until I make you come without anything else. But we don’t have time for that now.”

Kennedy whimpered. She tried to wriggle her legs to rub against his thigh for some relief, but he pinned her open without giving her what she wanted. “Ah, the nipples. I’ve dreamed of yours for so long, imagined their color and texture, but this puts my fantasies to shame.” He plucked
and ran one thumb over the aching tip. She jumped and his gaze narrowed in lust and satisfaction. “Perfect. Deep red like a ripe cherry. Will you taste tart or sweet? Some men use clamps to restrict the blood flow and make them more sensitive, but a few careful pinches and enough foreplay will do that without the jewelry. Let me demonstrate.”

Oh, he did. His tongue swirled and licked, while he pinched with just enough pressure to keep her on the fine line of exquisite pain and pleasure. She was reduced to grunts and moans for more, until he bestowed mercy and moved a bit higher.

“The nape of the neck. Again, extremely underused. But a woman can feel that touch over every inch of her body, which shoots right to the clit. I bet you’ll prefer the right side again.” He used his teeth and tongue and found the spot. Just as he promised, little convulsions of pleasure shivered through her and settled on the pulsing bud of nerves in between her thighs.

“Please, oh, please, are we done? I need you so badly.”

“I warned you, Ken. I’m not about to rush through when I have you naked and open and under me. Final zone. The lips. Open your mouth for me.”

She did, and he took her in a deep, dark kiss, his tongue thrusting in and out as he deflowered her mouth of any innocence. Pressed into the mattress, her bones liquefied, Kennedy surrendered to anything and everything he wanted.

He slid down her body and used his thumbs to pull her apart. His gaze burned hot and hungry as he studied every inch of her splayed pussy, then blew gently on her open lips.

“Nate!”

“The first orgasm is usually from clitoral stimuli. Let’s see how much we can build it before you explode.” Then his mouth was finally on her, his tongue licking her labia and treating her to a full open body kiss. She cried out and wiggled madly for the pressure she craved, just a scrape and she would—

His teeth gently dragged over the nub and he sucked on it.

She climaxed hard and fast and violent. Spasms shook her and she screamed as the pleasure coursed through her and didn’t stop. Waves of release leaked from her body and he never stopped the gorgeous sucking pressure of his lips, so as she floated down, he forced her right back up and over into another orgasm.

When she surfaced, he was staring up at her, drinking in her expression with those intense eyes that shred past barriers and dove deep. She was too far gone to hide, a delicious languor sneaking into her bones and making her pliant. His low laugh told her it wasn’t over.

“You ruined me. You come as hard as you do everything in life—full force and no holds barred. I’ll have to do that several times a day. Did you enjoy that?”

Her voice broke in a whisper. “Yes.”

“Good. Now on to the g-spot.”

She had no time to protest or beg off. He curled his fingers and plunged inside, pumping in and out until he hit something that burst into streams of fire.

“Oh!”

“Right there.” He smiled with fierce satisfaction and
settled into a maddening push-pull of his fingers thrusting in and out of her body. She tried to suck him in deeper, but he kept the steady pace, never losing rhythm, until her muscles tightened and she was drawn as tight as a bow. She panted for breath and unbelievably, another release. “Ah, you’re close, so fucking sweet, come for me again, yes, like that, fuck yes.”

She came again in a long wail.

Kennedy shut her eyes and moaned in surrender. “No more. Can’t, no more.”

Another low laugh. A rip. Then a massive, throbbing cock poised at her dripping center. “Now you’re ready.”

He filled her without hesitation, pushing inch by precious inch until he was buried balls deep inside her. Her head thrashed back and forth at the feeling of being stuffed so tight, there was no room to breathe, no room to fight or hold anything back for herself. But he didn’t care, she tried to buck him off, but he tugged her wrists over her head and held them tight with one hand. “Open your eyes and look at me, Ken.”

She did.

His whole body pressed into every inch of hers. She was pinned beneath him, helpless under his strength, his cock, his burning gaze that demanded she give up everything, right now, right then.

“Tonight, you’re mine.”

He moved. Back and forth, restating his verbal claim with his physical possession and drive to eradicate every memory from her mind except how Nate fucked her, body and soul. As if he realized she needed to be held down, he
never let up the grip of her wrists, and she bucked madly upward, demanding more. A groan ripped from his lips. He quickened the pace, his cock driving in and out while he ground against her clit until the tension broke and exploded.

He shouted her name and spilled his seed, his hips still pistoned madly, wringing the last drop of pleasure from both of them. Finally, he collapsed on top of her and let go of her wrists. Kennedy tried to remember how to breathe, and his heart pounded against her ear. His skin was warm and slightly damp, and the musky scent of man and sex rose to her nostrils.

He inched off her slowly, but never broke contact, choosing to roll to his side, their legs still intermingled. Minutes ticked by. Their breathing slowly resumed. Kennedy wondered if she was dead, then realized she didn’t care.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Rest. We’ve just gotten started.”

Dear God.

Nate Ellison Raymond Dunkle was a master.

KENNEDY CRUSHED HER FACE
into the soft pillow and sighed. What a perfect dream. Lying on her stomach, she flexed her calf, and the tiny bite of pain in her muscles made her smile. Funny, it was almost like she had sex last night. A lot of sex. The ache between her thighs throbbed for something to fill it. It was still night, and she was so tired and happy, she didn’t want to open her eyes and let reality intrude. An odd fulfillment coursed through her veins and
there was no need to screw with it right now. She’d just go back to sleep and . . .

Oh, my.

A tongue ran up the back of her thighs and gentle, but firm hands pushed her legs apart. Her body perked up and slammed into demand mode, wanting more of that teasing, wet kiss. Those hands moved to her ass and rubbed her cheeks, pulling them apart and massaging deep, and the tongue kept stroking, closer to her wet, throbbing center that wept for relief. She bit her lip and moaned into the pillow. Oh, please don’t let me wake up too soon, oh please, oh please . . .