All He Wants (23 page)

“What? This?” she asked lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just laying here. It’s not hurting anybody.”

The whole time she was saying those words, she kept the tantalizing trail of her fingertips constantly moving up and down his chest and torso, exploring a little bit further south on each trip downward below his waistband.

“That’s not the hand I’m talking about and you know it,” he growled.

A thrill of arousal so hard it almost made her pass out shot through her body, settling in her core. The passion she heard in his voice—the sheer, raw power of uncontrolled sexual energy that came through that growl—was stunning. No wonder none of the guys she’d dated had ever done it for her. They were boys. Billy? He was a man, and it came through in his voice, his face, his body, his…well, everything. Her body trembled at the underlying passion she heard coming through in his voice, and she sensed a shift of energy in the room.

Yep, the beat of the music had just changed. The tempo had picked up and it was time to move this dance forward. A confidence that only he’d ever inspired rushed through her. It helped that they were joking around, keeping things light. It made the entire scene feel less intimidating, less scary.

She dragged her fingertips lightly down his abs one last time and then slid them smoothly inside his boxer briefs, grasping his shaft firmly and enjoying the shudder she felt run the length of his body.

“Oh, you mean this hand?” She asked, never losing the light, innocent, teasing tone she had affected at the beginning of the conversation.

“Fuck, Maxi,” he spat out, “are you sure you want to do this?”

She moved her head and started kissing his neck.

“Ummmm,” she murmured between kisses, “yep…I’m…pretty…sure.”

He started to push up, to take the lead, but she stopped him. For once she wanted to be in control. She wanted to be the one leading the dance.

Taking a deep breath her voice wavered as she spoke. “I want to…can I just touch you? Please?”

His eyes closed as he rolled back so he was lying flat. His surrender was clearly paining him as evidenced by the heavy, ragged, panting breaths that he sucked in deeper and deeper as she continued her movements. She recognized what that meant. She heard the modulation of the music. It wasn’t necessarily a speeding up of the tempo this time, it was a change of key. The tone of the song had shifted and, again, she would change her steps to match it.

She slid her hand out of his boxers, but only so that she could rise up on her hands and knees and swing her leg over his thighs to straddle him. She never stopped the movement of her mouth, planting kisses down his neck. She only moved lower onto his chest with the new angle that her vantage point gave her. She flicked her tongue out of her mouth playfully, licking his skin in tender kisses that grew more and more serious the further down his body she progressed.

His hands rose and grasped her hips but he made no move to stop her. It was costing him to let her have total control. She could feel it in the palpable tension rolling off of him. He had no idea the gift he was giving her, and she hoped he never would. But no matter what happened, she would be eternally grateful for it.

She kissed the rest of the way down his cut abs, loving the way his skin felt under her lips—so smooth and so steely at the same time. With every pass over the contours of his chest, over his ripped muscles, she grew wetter. Not only were the dips and lines sexy as hell, but they also reminded her of how capable he was of protecting her. How strong and how committed to her safety he was no matter what the enemy—or the cost. That wouldn’t have been an automatic aphrodisiac for a lot of women, but for Maxi, it was oysters and chocolate and freaking Spanish Fly. She’d spent so much of her life feeling unsafe. The fact that this man could protect her and make her feel safe was the sexiest thing in the world.

Her hands shifted and slid his boxer briefs smoothly down his legs, deftly navigating his gigantic and stiff erection. When he was totally naked she took a moment to devour him visually. He really was a work of art. His body looked like Michelangelo had chiseled it out of marble, although the David had nothing on the Billy.

Her mouth watered as she kneeled between his thighs and wrapped one hand around the base of his jutting erection. It jumped beneath her attention and she squeezed tighter as she stroked him up and then down. When she did a small bead of clear moisture appeared on his tip. Wanting to taste it, to taste him she leaned down, hovering over him as she licked it off, swirling her tongue around that sensitive skin.

Billy let out a strangled cry. “Fuck…Maxi…” he groaned.

She raised her head slightly, looking into his tortured face and a smile pulled at her lips. “Hold that thought,” she said lightly, “As soon as I’m done here that’s exactly what I want you to do.”

Without waiting to hear his response, she dipped her head and covered her lips over him, sucking his entire length into her mouth and raising up so her lips brushed over his engorged head before lowering again, enveloping him in the slick wet heat of her mouth. She repeated the motion over and over, each time increasing the pressure.

She loved the way he tasted, the way he responded to her, the way he moaned, at her mercy…she loved him.

*     *     *

Billy had never been selfish in the bedroom, but he
had
always taken control. Never in his life had he been more impressed with anything that he had done, inside the bedroom or out, than he was with his ability to remain still and let Maxi explore him, regardless of how he felt inside. It was a Herculean feat of strength, and if he’d asked himself beforehand if he thought he was able to do it, he would’ve said no. But in the moment, as it turned out, he was able to put her needs, her feelings above his own basic sexual needs, and he was very happy to find that out about himself.

But that all changed when he felt his climax building. He knew he was close to the point of no return, and if he didn’t want to come in her mouth he was going to have to put a stop to this immediately. She might want to be in charge, but he doubted that she wanted this to be over before it even started.

Everything in his body was telling him that he was crazy for grasping Maxi firmly by the shoulders and pushing her sweet, warm mouth up off of his dick. There was only one thing he could ever want more than just closing his eyes and losing himself in the insane sensations her lips and tongue were sending through his cock. He wanted to make love to her.

That was the one anchor, the one thing in the back of his brain that he could hold tight to in order to keep him connected to reality. The one thought that cut through all of the lust-fog clouding his thought process. He wanted to be inside of her. To drive himself into her, own her, possess her. And there was nothing he needed more than that. Nothing.

When he pushed her shoulders back, tearing her mouth up off of him, she looked up into his face, her eyes confused. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it feel good?” she asked.

He let out a forced puff of laughter, and it wasn’t because there was anything particularly funny about it. “You have no idea,” he said ruefully.

“Well then, why did you stop?”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come buried deep inside of you.”

Her eyes widened and her perfect lips formed the letter O as she said out loud, “Oh.”

He smiled. He couldn’t help it. Her sitting on her knees, between his legs, wearing his shirt with swollen lips from giving him a blow job, and looking so innocent was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

“Do you have any idea how fucking cute you are?”

“I wasn’t going for cute.” With that declaration she reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing the fact that she was not wearing any panties before lying down and spreading her legs open in invitation.

Holy shit. If he’d known that she’d hadn’t been wearing underwear during dinner, he wouldn’t have had to worry about blue balls because he probably would have blown a load in his sweats.

His eyes roamed over her naked form. She didn’t know, could have no way of knowing, what she awakened in him from just looking at her body, every feminine curve beautifully outlined. Her hips, her legs, her waist, and the real show stopper, her breasts.

They were, hands down, the most gorgeous he’d ever seen. Soft and heavy, and topped with hard, dark pink nipples that cried out to him to engulf them in his mouth. He couldn’t wait to touch them, to fondle them and play with them, and then finally to devour them and swirl his tongue around those sweet, hard pleasure buttons. And it would happen. But it was going to have to wait.

Lying beside her he raised up on one elbow as he dragged his fingers down her flat belly in a slow and tantalizing tease. She squirmed under his touch. He knew she wanted him to go faster, even though she didn’t say anything. He could read her body language just like reading a book. When it came to physical intimacy, her body had no secrets from him. There was nothing that she could hide from his prying gaze or exploring fingertips.

That was only fair, though, because he was in that same vulnerable position with her. With one glance of those beautiful, laser-focused eyes…one touch of those dancing fingers…he became hers to control, as well. He was at her control every bit as much as she was at his.

His touch continued south. First over the curve of her hips, then down the slope of her inner thighs, and back up again. His eyes followed the path his hand traveled up and down her body that was stretched out on the bed with feline grace. On one pass he briefly dipped his fingers at the apex of her legs and found her sex damp with arousal, the moisture fanned the flames of animalistic desire burning in him.

Even though, more than anything, he wanted to spread her legs farther apart, and drive himself savagely into her with a primitive fervor and pound away in and out as hard as possible until there was no doubt that she was his and only his—he knew that this wasn’t the time for it.

This time was about protecting her, caring for her, and creating a soul bond between them.

She deserved someone that would put her first, put her before anything and anyone else, including themselves. He wouldn’t always have known that he could be that guy, but this was a good indication that he might be able to be. That had to count for something.

Billy continued soaking in her naked form, so feminine, so beautiful. She was such a fascinating contradiction of strong and vulnerable, steely and soft. It made him admire her and so proud of her, yet also want to protect her from anything that might harm her, all at the same time.

His fingers grazed up her torso and he outlined the sides of her silky soft, full breasts. He moved in an ever-shrinking circular pattern until he zeroed in on her taut nipples. He spent some time there, tweaking them and playing with them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

She arched her back, pushing herself harder into his hand. He could tell that she wanted him to lean down and take her in his mouth, to suck her, lick her, and give her even greater bliss. But that would have to wait. For now, he was enjoying watching the stark pleasure across her face as he touched her. Resting on his elbow above her, he was removed a small distance so that he could see every flicker of emotion that crossed her face.

Knowing that there was one thing he could do to increase her gratification, he lifted his finger to her mouth and pressed it between her lips. “Suck,” he commanded roughly.

With a hooded gaze she pulled his finger into the wet suction of her mouth.

“Get it nice and wet,” he instructed.

She laved her tongue around his digit and when he pulled it out he was dripping with her saliva. With his moist finger he traced the dark area around both of her hard nipples and continued teasing them. The slick lubrication increased her pleasure.

He witnessed every twitch of every muscle. He could directly watch the impact that each caress and pinch, each tiny movement of his fingertips, had on her body. She writhed beneath him as they both watched the erotic display.

Finally, he let his hand leave her breast and trail its way slowly over her belly, moving downward deliberately and varying the pressure with which he stroked and touched her. He was building her anticipation of his final destination until she was trembling with the knowledge of what was to come.

When he had almost reached the area between her legs, he saw her body relax and an expression of relief cross her face. He knew that she was expecting him to immediately slide his fingers into her wetness and begin bringing her to her release.

He smiled, knowing he was going to draw this seductive torture out just a little bit longer before she got what she wanted.

Pushing her knees gently apart he trailed his touch lightly up and down her inner thighs from her knees, inching just a little bit closer to her center every time. He loved watching what it was doing to her, taking in every squirming movement as if he was an addict and her body’s reactions in ecstasy were his drug.