Insatiable (16 page)

He made a deep, satisfied sound when I pulled the tails of his shirt from his pants and then put my hands on his bare, flat stomach.

His skin was warm and soft to the touch, but beneath that firm and hard.

“You like?” he said.

“God, yes,” I replied. He was an Adonis, a perfectly-sculpted statue of ideal male beauty, everything in proportion, everything toned and smooth.

I kissed his neck, letting my lips slide down to his chest. The feeling of my lips against his body exhilarated him, and his strong fingers squeezed me. He ran them up into my hair, balling them into fists so that he tugged at the root.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. His mouth pressed to mine again. Pressed close to his body like this, I could feel the barely-restrained passion locked within him. I wanted him to release it, to let me feel the full force of it.

His mouth slipped away from mine, running down the delicate, sensitive skin of my throat, and stopping only when the collar of my blouse got in the way.

“We have to do something about all this clothes you have on,” he said. I felt his lips curl into a smile against me.

“What do you suggest?” I said. The heat in my body reached dangerous levels. I began trembling all over. Too much more of this and I thought that my skin would get hot enough to simply burn all the fabric covering me up.

Then Vaughn picked me up again, scooping me up off the floor with one strong arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. He climbed up onto the bed and set me down gently.

I could feel him trembling too. The fire in his eyes told me he wanted to tear the clothes from my body and ravish me. The restraint told me he wanted to control himself, to make this last.

I started unbuttoning my blouse, eager to take things to the next level.

He grinned. “No, you don’t,” he said. He grabbed my hands and then pinned both my wrists above my head against the mattress.

Then with his free hand, he continued the job I’d started. His fingers kept brushing against the bare skin of my chest. Desire and need fluctuated and shifted up and down my body. I couldn’t keep still, writhing about on the mattress beneath him.

Every time his fingers grazed my bare skin I sucked a breath in through my teeth. My skin tightened into goosebumps at every caress, my breasts ached with the need for his touch, my nipples stiffening until they panged.

“Will you be gentle?” I said.

“I’ll be whatever it takes to have you screaming my name,” he replied, his hungry wolf’s grin returning.

He undid the final button and pushed the blouse down my sides. A thread of worry moved through me. I wasn’t as toned as a swimsuit model, not as tanned as a cover girl. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

But then he traced his fingertips down the middle of my stomach, his touch barely grazing me but somehow still making me gasp. He let those fingers move in a gentle circle around my navel before traveling back up between my breasts to cup my cheek.

He leaned down to kiss me and I arched my head up to meet him, but he pulled back at the last second, smiling a teasing smile while I yearned for him.

“That’s not fair. You’re so much stronger than I am,” I said, one of his hands holding my wrists firmly against the mattress, keeping me from moving any closer to him.

“I don’t fight fair,” he replied. He slid his other hand back down my stomach. Then between my thighs. He pressed where I wanted pressure most. My hips lifted off the mattress, trying to push him harder against me.

I wished there was nothing between us.

“I love the little sounds you make when you feel good,” he said, his fingers still working their marvelous pressure between my thighs.

Then he let go of my wrists and sat on the bed beside me. Before I even knew it happened, I found myself on his lap, the two of us kissing fiercely while we both worked to push my blouse down off my arms. His big, warm palms slid up my back, found the strap of my bra, and undid it with a single flick.

I loved the way he watched as I revealed myself to him, loved the well I felt his desire swell when I slipped the bra off.

He kissed my neck again, reveling in the freedom of movement of his lips against me, no more clothing to stop them. He slipped that hot mouth of his along my throat, my shoulders, and down between my breasts.

I put my fingers into his luxuriant hair, squeezing them into fists when he suctioned one nipple into his mouth and let his tongue lash against it until I groaned and shivered on his lap.

And then he only stopped to move over to the other one.

Then he laid me down on the bed beneath him. I ran my hands along his bare shoulders and chest, down to his abs. He was impossibly sexy and arousing. His desire rolled off him in waves.

“I’m going to make you feel better than any man has made you feel before,” he said.

“Show me,” I said.

“I’d rather taste you,” he replied. He slid his mouth down my throat again, down between my breasts, the nipples still puckered and raw. His mouth kept going until it could go no more, meeting the waistband of my pants.

He sat up briefly, long enough to peel my pants down off my legs, and then my panties.

My heart hammered in my chest. I was completely naked before him, nothing left to hide. I forgot about all that when he put his mouth on me again, just below my navel.

It was almost too much, feeling him so close, knowing what he wanted to do to me. I could barely withstand the anticipation of feeling the wet heat of his mouth slide first to the crease in my flesh where one leg met my thigh, and then over to the other.

He urged my thighs apart and then slid his mouth down between them. I kept feeling the light, delicious tickle of his stubble, the hot wash of his breaths.

“Oh, yes...” I groaned, my hips lifting up off the bed again when he put his mouth where I wanted it most. He put his hands beneath my hips and held me there against him like that, powerless to stop him.

He devoured me. Teasing at first, his kisses and his tongue grazing me. Then harder, more insistent.

Heat rushed up and down my body, so hot I thought it might burn both of us up. I reached down and grabbed onto his wrists, holding on for dear life while he coaxed and urged incredible pleasures out of me.

My whole body shook and trembled, going rigid with my climax. He guided me through it, taking me higher and higher. He was right; no man had ever made me feel this good, no man had ever been so attentive to my needs and my pleasure.

“Vaughn!” I screamed, his name ripping from my lungs.

Time lost meaning in that moment. It felt like forever and no time at all before my body relaxed and he let my hips sink back down to the bed. My eyes felt wet, and a heavy, languorous lassitude threatened to overtake me. I gulped down air, never seeming to get enough.

Vaughn slid his body up along mine, easily supporting his weight over me with those strong arms of his. He kissed and nuzzled at my neck before moving his lips up to my ear.

“Are you ready for more?” he whispered.

“There’s more?” I replied. I thought I’d been satisfied. I was wrong. An aching ball of desire formed deep inside me. “Yes.”

He smiled, leaning back to finally strip his shirt all the way off. He didn’t stop there, either. I’d had the idea that I wanted to tear all his clothes off with my teeth, but watching him strip down slowly was even better.

“Do you still want me to be gentle?” he asked. He grabbed some protection from the nightstand and I watched hungrily as he rolled it on.

“I want you. Hard, gentle, however I can have you,” I said.

And then he rolled back on top of me. We kissed again, his curious tongue pushing my lips open and exploring my mouth.

His kiss deepened. His hardness pressed against me, then slipped inside. I grabbed his shoulder blades and dug my nails in, my snug grip around him making the both of us groan.

Again, he started off gently, pushing deeper, letting our bodies sink together, letting me get used to his size and his hardness.

And the heat, oh God, the heat
, I kept thinking. How could he feel so hot inside me like that?

He continued kissing me. He kissed my mouth, my cheeks, my neck and shoulders, his lips worshiping my body.

The more I let myself fall into the experience, the better it became. I tried letting go of everything. I let go of all my earlier reservations about him. I let go of caring for nothing but work.

I let go of it all until the only thing that remained was our two bodies entwined together on his bed. I breathed in the clean smell of the perspiration he worked up. I lifted my head up so that I could kiss his jaw and feel his stubble prickle me.

I ran my hands along the planes his muscles made in his back, then traced my fingers down the tendons and veins standing out in his arms. I brought my hands back up, my fingertips bumping over his ribs.

Then I slid my hands so that I cupped that fantastic ass of his. There was something incredibly arousing about feeling those muscles flex and relax in rhythm with his strokes.

I squeezed him and he grinned at me. Then I grabbed his ass harder and pulled him forward, both of us gasping when he sank all the way into me.

“This feels so good...” I said, closing my eyes and letting my head sink back against the mattress, exposing my neck.

Unable to resist, Vaughn kissed my throat against. He grabbed each of my hands in his, threading our fingers together, and we made them into fists. I wanted to feel him squeeze me, and I liked the weight of him pushing me down from above.

“It’s even better than I’d fantasized,” Vaughn said. He looked so good with the little beads of sweat on his cheeks.

“You fantasized about me?” I said, quivering around him. How could someone as hot as he was fantasize about someone like me?

“Every night,” he said, “I thought about how badly I wanted to kiss you. How I wanted to run my mouth over every inch of you. I thought about how sexy you’d be with your hair spread around your head like this...” He put his face closer to mine, grazing his lips along my cheek until I could feel them against my earlobe. “And I definitely couldn’t help thinking about how tightly you’d grip me.”

“Vaughn...” I groaned again. I couldn’t believe how he brought out the woman in me. The deeply sexual, in-tune-with-her-desires woman I normally kept locked up so tightly.

“I like it when you say my name that way,” he said.

“Vaughn,” I said again, my voice sounding light but actually laden with desire and need.

He sat back, still inside me, and then propped my legs against his shoulders. His thrusts took him deeper than before.
So deep!
I sucked in a breath.

The sudden an intense sensation of it made me grip handfuls of the duvet.

“Oh, God! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” I said. The slippery heat inside me intensified. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to nirvana. He had me so close. If he stopped or slowed now I’d die. I’d just burn up into a pile of ash on his bed.

“Why stop when I can go faster?” Vaughn said.

He made good on his promise. Our bodies pressed together fast, so fast.

That tight ball of pleasure low in my stomach threatened to burst. I wanted it to explode. I wanted it so much.

My shoulders and back started lifting up off the bed. I needed him deeper, harder. And he fulfilled those needs. Oh, did he ever.

“Vaughn!” I called out again while I went over the tipping point. The tendons and muscles started standing out in his neck and shoulders, and I knew he could barely take it, either.

“Come with me. I want you to come with me,” I said, reaching up and grabbing his forearms.

“Quinn...” he groaned.

We climaxed together, every muscle in my body and his contracting and pulling almost to the breaking point. I could barely stand the sensation of him flexing inside of me, and the pulsing heat that followed.

That heat worked its way into my, riding in waves up and down my body again and again until I thought I might burn up with it.

When we both relaxed, he let my legs down off his shoulders and held himself over me again, letting his lips nuzzle against my neck and shoulder.

I felt like jelly all over, every single one of my muscles so relaxed I was surprised I didn’t turn into a puddle on his bed.
How can he still hold himself up like that?
I marveled at him.

“It should be illegal, how good you smell,” he said, his voice somewhat muffled with his mouth so close to me.

His breath tickled and I giggled. That surprised me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually giggled. Laughed, yes. Chuckled? Of course. Giggling? Since when?

“I can’t possibly,” I said, “You’ve got me all sweaty and hot.”

“So hot...” he agreed. He was still inside me, and I quivered around him. “Round two?”

“What? You couldn’t possibly be ready that quickly!” I said, thinking he was teasing me. “Besides, I don’t even think I could stand up right now even if the house caught fire around us.” I wasn’t even starting to get sore yet. No one could go again that quickly. Especially not a guy. They always needed more time to recharge.

I luxuriated on his bed beneath him, stretching my arms out. He liked this, kissing down to my wrist and then back up, then over to the other arm.

“Who said anything about standing up? Besides, I know you like it when I surprise you.”

I looked in his eyes and saw that what we’d just done still hadn’t quenched the fire of desire in them.
He’s serious!
But how could he be?

“You’re just teasing me,” I said.

He shook his head, “I never tease about this sort of thing.”

And then he went to grab more protection from the nightstand.

He was right, there wasn’t any standing involved. There was a great deal of me crying out his name. And him calling out mine.

I completely lost track of time. Was it dark out? Was it past midnight? Wasn’t it a work night? All questions I didn’t care about.

All I cared about was the weight of his arm draped over me, the two of us lying in his big bed in the afterglow of it all.