No Apologies (5 page)

She screamed then, her hips moving restlessly against his, the muscles of her vagina contracting again and again. She wanted more, needed more, but he held her there, pinned by his weight and suckled while her body caught fire. Each swipe of his tongue made her moan, each graze of his teeth took her higher and higher until she could think of nothing but him, desire nothing but his hot possession. Forever.

She was wet and slick, her thighs drenched and her clit aching for his touch. He ground his cock against her, once, twice, and she came—her body going off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.

He reached a hand to her other breast and squeezed the nipple tightly. The painful pleasure took her higher and she convulsed again, her orgasm going on and on.

And still he wasn’t done tormenting her, tasting her, driving her completely mad. His hands tugged at her hair until her mouth met his for one long, passion-drenched kiss. And then he was moving, his lips grazing across her cheek, stopping momentarily to blow on the sensitive spot behind her ear. He turned her onto her back, and stripped the ruined dress from her. Roughly. Deliberately. Then he leaned forward and bit the nape of her neck. And lit her up all over again.

She screamed again, her hands fisting in the blood red sheets beneath her. “Do it,” she begged. “Please, just do it!”

“Do what?” he answered, pressing his cock against her ass as his wicked, wonderful mouth worked its way over her shoulder and down her arm.

She cried out, unable to stop the sound or the sobs of desire that then wracked her body, one after another. She arched against him, helped him settle more firmly between her thighs. He rewarded her with a sharp nibble along her spine while his hand crept around to her clit and began to stroke her firmly.

Every muscle in her body stretched tight and she rode his hand, too far gone to care that she was begging him with every movement she made, every sound she uttered. “Fuck me,” she demanded, burying her face in the sheets to stop herself from screaming. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” It was a litany, her new mantra, and she didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She was desperate. He was going to kill her if he kept this up.

“Where do you want me?” He turned to her side, ran his tongue over her suddenly dry lips. “In your mouth?” he asked, before licking his way to her breasts. “Between your tits?”

She whimpered and bucked against him as her need shot out of control. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes!”

He straddled her, his eyes gleaming. “But I haven’t finished listing your choices.” He drew first one nipple and then the other into his mouth as his talented fingers rubbed teasingly over her breasts.

He rolled her over, worked his way down her spine one teasing lick at a time. Without warning, his teeth sunk into her ass, nipping her before his tongue soothed away the sting. Straddling her, he grabbed a wrist in each hand, spread-eagling her before she knew what was happening, holding her in place while he explored every inch of her back.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was darker, more seductive than usual as he traced the line of her ass teasingly. “Do you want it here?”

He followed the line around until he found her, hotter and wetter than she’d ever been. He pulled her onto her knees and slid his hand under her to get better access to the slick, hidden folds, his fingers running back and forth against her slit over and over again. Dipping inside just enough to make her crazy, rubbing her inner lips just hard enough to have her gasping for breath and pressing back against him.

“This is what you want, isn’t it, baby? You want me right here, between your thighs.” He thrust one finger inside of her hard, followed it with another, and another. Her inner muscles clutched at the fingers greedily and Annalise screamed at the pleasure he brought her.

“That feels so good,” she gasped, moving her hips in rhythm with his questing fingers. “You feel so good.”

She looked over her shoulder at Gabe, saw a dark intensity shining in his eyes that she’d never seen before. For a minute he looked wicked, wild and she knew that she should be afraid. But she was too far gone to worry, too aroused to do anything but ride out the unbelievable sensations he drew from her body without any effort at all.

“It’s about to feel better,” he murmured, shifting so he lay beneath her, her legs on either side of his head.

His tongue—his wicked, wonderful tongue—darted out, caressing her inner folds again and again. Annalise spread her legs wider, seeking something more, something deeper. With a groan, he clutched her ass and spread her legs as wide as possible, thrusting his tongue deep inside her.

She came instantly, screaming and bucking wildly against his mouth. He held her in place, his iron grip unbreakable as he continued to lick and suck her through the first climax and into a second before he relented.

Settling next to him with a low, satisfied moan, she was focused inward as aftershocks of incredible ecstasy continued to rack her body. Sweat gleamed on her brow as she sucked air into her oxygen-deprived lungs and her hips moved restlessly against the bedspread, searching for Gabe.

He was right next to her, smiling, as he reached a hand out to stroke her hair. To toy with the pearl necklace she still wore. “You didn’t give me a chance to take it off when you ripped my dress off me.” Her smile was lazy, her voice content even as she reached for him. “Your turn.”

“Not yet.” He shook his head, his eyes as turbulent and mysterious as the ocean she could see from the balcony of her apartment.

Her hand found his erection and she pumped gently as she ran her thumb back and forth over the tip. “Now.” She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, savoring his low groan as much as the feel of him against her lips, in her mouth.

His hands fisted in her hair, anchoring her in place as she slid her tongue up and down the length of him. She glanced up and found him watching her, his hot eyes following her every movement as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She swirled her tongue around him before pausing, deliberately, to flick at the drop of moisture he couldn’t hold back.

She tried not to react as he ran a finger lightly down her cheek, treating her as if she was fragile, as if he feared breaking her. Those damn tears sprung to her eyes again and she lowered her lids, refusing to let Gabe see her at her most vulnerable.

Determined to beat back this rising tenderness for him, Annalise took his entire cock in her mouth and encouraged the involuntary thrusting of his hips against her. Reaching beneath him, she grabbed his ass and held him to her as her teeth lightly scraped the underside of his cock.

He nearly shot off the bed, and she relished her ability to turn this strong man on. To turn him inside out and make him forget everything but how much he wanted her. Needed her.

But those were dangerous thoughts, so when he sat up abruptly and flipped her onto her back, she didn’t fight him.

Instead she looked into his passion-glazed eyes and licked her lips, savoring the sweet and salty taste of him on her tongue. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and over his chest as he fought for control of his raging body. She loved knowing that she had pushed him right to the limits of his self-control. But she had to know—

“Why did you stop me?” she asked, eyeing the rampant proof of his desire for her.

“When I come, it’ll be inside you.” His voice was harsh, rusty with need.

“Sounds good to me,” she purred, turning behind her to the nightstand and the condoms that rested there.

He took advantage of her turned back, reaching up and unhooking her necklace before she realized it. She turned back, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing?”

His grin was wicked. “I have a better use for these.”

“Better use?” As his words sank in, she knew her eyes widened in surprise. “Really? That’s not just a myth?”

“Definitely not. Now lay down.”

She followed his directions, her eyes both wary and excited as he began arousing her all over again. His lips were everywhere at once—her face, her breasts, the back of her knees, her shoulders, her ankles. Every place he touched caught fire and soon she was thrashing against him, as desperate for him as he seemed to be for her.

Gabe reached a finger between her thighs, tested her readiness. When it came away soaked, he grinned before toying with her for a little longer. “Are you ready?” he asked, rolling the pearls slowly over her breasts and stomach.

Her eyes met his, clung, and she knew he saw the beginnings of trust there. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, to ignore the sudden nervous flutterings in her tummy. She was out of her element, out of control. Uncomfortable doing something she’d never done before with this man who was pushing for everything.

Before Gabe she had thought she’d tried everything once—why then did it surprise her that Gabe was the one showing her something new? It shouldn’t, not when he’d already shown her more about who she really was than she’d ever wanted to know.

Taking a deep breath she reached for him, running a hand over the short, tight curls on his scalp. “Yes.”

Her eyes met his and clung. As if he sensed her sudden uneasiness, he stopped for a moment and lightly kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. “I love you, Annalise.”

And then he began slipping the necklace, pearl by pearl, inside of her, murmuring encouragement until only a few remained outside. “How’s that feel?” he asked, brushing soft kisses over her abdomen and upper thighs.

Annalise wiggled her hips experimentally, more nervous and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. The pearls shifted inside of her as she moved and she gasped, awed by the pleasure the simple movement sent shooting through her. “Wow,” she answered, looking into Gabe’s bold, beautiful eyes.

His grin flashed, dark and dangerous. “Good.” And he then thrust a finger inside of her without warning, manipulating the pearls against the walls of her vagina as he did so.

She gasped, arching off the bed as a wave of ecstasy more intense then anything she’d ever felt before rocketed through her. The pearls were everywhere, touching every single spot inside of her. Gabe found her G-spot with his finger and rolled pearl after pearl against it until she screamed with frustrated abandon.

“I can’t take it, Gabe. I swear I can’t.”

His grin was dangerous. “You want me to stop?” His voice was low and teasing, his eyes glazed and sexy.

“Yes.” Her hips arched against his hand. “No. Oh God, I don’t know. Do something. Do something!” Her hips jerked with each word, her voice growing louder and louder as he continued to torment her.

“How about this?” Gabe leaned down, blew against her clit and Annalise jolted, her hips coming completely off the bed.

“Finish it,” she begged. “Please. Don’t leave me like this. I can’t take it. I can’t—” Her hips jerked against him, again and again, as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillows. “Gabe!”

He grinned, watching as she undulated against the sheets, desperate for release. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking until she was at fever pitch. Her hands grasped the sheet greedily, her legs moved restlessly against him, and tears poured, unnoticed, down her cheeks.

She’d never felt anything this intense before, never imagined that pleasure could be like this. Insidious, never-ending, taking her higher with every breath she drew. Orgasm beckoned, the ecstasy so intense that nothing else mattered. She couldn’t think, couldn’t worry, couldn’t control herself at all and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure, and the man giving it to her with every move he made.