Pleasure Prolonged (10 page)

Kale’s gaze dropped to her cleavage. “You dripped sauce on yourself.”

Her eyes glistened and caressed him with sultry heat. Her chin lifted a notch, challenging him. “Maybe I did it on purpose.” She popped the shrimp into her mouth. Her pink tongue slid over her fleshy lips as she chewed.

He cocked his head, intrigued. “Yeah?” He watched her pulse beat at the creamy base of her neck. That’s where he wanted his mouth.

She stared at him for an endless moment, then spread her legs in a silent message. “All that talk about licking today got me thinking.”

Oh hell, forget the meal. He could no longer stave off the urgent demands of his body or fight the inevitable. They’d talk later, after he’d made love to her, when they were snuggled under the sheets.

Deciding to play along with her seductive game, he let his eyes leave her face and slowly track downward to settle on her distended nipples. Oh yeah, shrimp was the last thing he was interested in popping into his mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” He watched the seafood sauce trickle down her flesh as sparks shot through his body.

She looked at him with pure desire. “That maybe you could come over here and lick it off.”

His heart almost failed as a jolt of desire fired through his blood. He could hardly believe how bold, how wild she really was.

She pushed the plate away and arched into him. One sexy brow rose. “I’m hungry, Kale. But not for shrimp.” Her voice had taken on a raspy edge.

His body moistened. His cock throbbed. He was on his feet in less than a second. His chair went clattering to the floor. Damned if he didn’t love a woman who knew what she wanted.

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, dipped a hand under her dress, and stroked. “I believe you promised to make me scream.”

W
ith predatory movements, Kale kicked his chair out of the way and came toward her. Erin’s pulse leaped in her throat as he inched closer. She braced herself against her seat. God, he was so hot, so feral. His every movement was seductive, arousing, and heart-stopping.

He gripped her wooden seat, eased her chair away from the table, and sank to his knees until they were eye to eye. He urged her thighs farther apart and insinuated himself in between.

“Maybe we’d better get this dress off you before you spill sauce on it.” Equal amounts of fear and excitement coiled through her when she heard the dark desire in his voice.

Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and touched her fingers to the thin spaghetti straps. The quick shake of his head stopped her.

“Don’t,” he commanded in a gentle voice. “Like I said earlier, I’ll take care of that for you.”

Kale twirled the straps in his fingers and slowly drew them down until he exposed the milky swell of her cleavage. She listened as his breathing hitched.

“I’ve lost sleep over your gorgeous breasts,” he said. He tugged the dress until it fell to her waist. Sitting back on his heels, he took his sweet time to gaze at her dark, engorged nipples.

Erin cupped both her breasts, kneaded them gently, and ran her fingers over her hard, protruding nipples in an effort to ease the sexual ache.

A deep growl sounded low in his throat as he watched her pleasure herself. “You are so naughty, Erin.” Grabbing both her hands, he held them hostage at her sides. A shudder rippled through her as he nuzzled his face close to her cleavage. She threw her head back and moaned. Her skin grew tight as she waited for him to close his mouth over her puckered mounds. The first touch of his velvety, talented tongue sent fire spiraling through her.

With excruciating gentleness he licked one plump nipple, tasting it, savoring it, teasing it until it tightened painfully in his mouth. He ran the puckered bud across his teeth, nipping until she gasped in pleasure and pain. She squirmed, wanting more, wanting him to answer all the urgent demands in her quaking body.

The ache between her legs grew until the sensations overtook her. She pulled her hands free from his and tore at his
sweater. Kale lifted his arms, allowing her to pull it off. His chest was magnificent, just as she knew it would be. She stroked and massaged his hard pectorals. Edging closer, she flicked her tongue out and circled his tightening nipple. His muscles convulsed and bunched under her tongue. She could feel his heart pound against his chest. The fast, erratic rhythm matched her own.

She’d never been so hot, so turned on, in her entire life. She put her lips over his and whispered, “Take me to your bedroom. I want to have sex with you on the bed you’ve been sleeping in.”

“Follow me.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. It took a moment for her to figure out how to walk again. Kale hustled her down the hallway, pushed open his bedroom door, and pulled her inside. The light from the hallway spilled in, bathing the bed in warm, sensual hues. The scent of his aftershave hung in the air. As she stepped over the threshold, her gaze was drawn to the unmade bed. Visions of herself writhing for him, the way he liked, on those unkempt sheets made her ache deep between her legs.

He circled his arms around her waist and pushed his erection against her. “Do you know how much I want you?” His voice was tangled with emotion.

“Yes.” She reached out and placed her hand over his impressive bulge and massaged. “I’d say about as much as I want you.” She positioned her pelvis against his, right where it counted.

He groaned and gyrated against her. “You are so fucking wild.”

“You make me this way.” She’d never before been so bold or aggressive. She liked this side of herself. She liked the confidence he brought out in her.

Kale gripped the sides of her dress and dropped to his knees. He tugged, pulling the dress to her ankles. His face was only inches from the seat of her desire.

He trailed his fingers over her calves. “Lift your legs for me, babe.”

She stepped out of the dress, and Kale tossed it aside.

His gaze locked with hers as his large hands touched her inner thigh. His blue eyes were so very dark, so richly seductive. She instinctively widened her stance.

“I’ve been dying to taste you. It’s all I could think about since the minute we met.” His warm breath caressed her swollen folds. He buried his face between her legs and licked all the way from the back to the front, lapping at her syrupy arousal. She moaned and quaked as his thumb climbed higher and higher until he stroked her swollen clitoris.

He eased back, licked his lips, and groaned appreciatively. “You taste better than candy.”

Her heart beat in a mad rush as her whole body turned to liquid. She raked her fingers though his hair. “My legs. I can’t stand anymore.”

Kale stood and gathered her into his embrace. She wound her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bed. With smooth efficiency he laid her across his tousled cotton bed
ding. His masculine scent permeated the rumpled sheets. She inhaled deeply, basking in the arousing aroma as it filled her with anticipation.

He stood beside the bed and went to work on his jeans. After he removed them he tore off his shorts and kicked them aside. His huge cock sprang free, clamoring for attention. Her gaze moved over his awe-inspiring body. He was so beautiful. An equal measure of excitement and nervousness rushed through her as she watched his magnificent arousal throb and thicken. Her mouth salivated. She swallowed. Hard.

“Come to me.” She reached for him, urging him to join her on the bed.

Balancing his arm beside her head, he pushed his erection against her hip and sank into her mouth. She drew his tongue in to mate with hers. His hot velvet tongue moved inside her mouth, hungry, restless. She could taste her creamy essence on his lips.

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and rubbed her damp sex against him. Reaching down, she sheathed his cock in her hand. He moaned when she slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft. He pulsed in her palm, his veins becoming engorged with blood.

He sucked in a breath and flinched. “Don’t.”

“Why?” she asked, feigning innocence even though she already knew the answer to that question.

“I’ll lose it, and I’m not ready to. I haven’t finished with you yet,” he rasped.

Kale rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. The floor-length mirror seemed to catch his eyes. His grin turned wicked. She shivered with excitement, wondering what other fantasy he had in mind.

“I want you on your knees with your legs spread for me,” he whispered into Erin’s ear.

That excited her. “Is this another one of your fantasies?” she asked.

He nodded and smiled that bad-boy smile of his that made her insides melt and her heart turn over.

After he helped her to her knees, Kale straddled her from behind. “You were very naughty for not wearing underwear tonight,” he said, cupping her chin and turning it toward the mirror. “And I told you how I punish naughty girls.” He whacked her ass.

“Oh my,” Erin whispered breathlessly. The slap stung, but she liked it. A lot.

He pitched his voice low and put his mouth near her ear. “You understand I need to punish you, Erin.”

“Oh yes, I understand,” she said eagerly, wiggling in anticipation.

He slapped her with an open palm. Harder this time, leaving her backside warm and wanting. Her knees quivered and buckled beneath her. Had it not been for Kale’s chest pressed against her back, she would have collapsed in a quivering heap.

After another slap, her legs wobbled. Not wanting to break the erotic moment, she fought to remain upright. When his
hand connected again, waves of hot desire rushed through her, turning her limbs to pudding.

“I don’t know if I can stay like this,” she murmured, not wanting him to stop but needing him to hold her tightly, to prevent her from toppling over.

He anchored her to him, supporting her. “I’ve got you,” he whispered gently.

God, he was so in tune with her emotions, her needs. Her insides turned to putty. She was amazed at the intensity of feelings he brought out in her. For a brief moment she wondered what it would be like if he weren’t leaving in a month. Wondered what it’d be like if this relationship wasn’t about casual sex. Lord, what was it about him that made her begin to reevaluate dating and relationships?

He tightened his grip on her waist and held her against him while he ran his other hand down her neck and over her breast. He plucked at her swollen nipples. Erin began to pant as his fingers inched lower. Staring at each other in the mirror, their eyes met and locked.

“Spread farther for me.”

Erin opened her legs as wide as they would go and arched into him.

“I can smell your arousal, Erin.”

Eyes fluttering shut, she moaned and wiggled her backside against him. He growled and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks.

His fingers brushed her damp, curly locks before parting her dewy folds. As he exposed her pink, swollen pebble
in the mirror, her eyes darkened with heat. He flicked her delicate nub and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh God, Kale, that feels so good.” She reached behind her in search of his erection.

He inched away. “Oh no, you don’t. You must watch.” He tilted her head forward again. “This is also part of your punishment. You only get to watch. There will be no touching or tasting for you. Only for me.”

“That’s not fair,” she whimpered her protests, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“I don’t play fair. I thought you would have figured that out by now.” He stroked her with the lightest caress and she nearly exploded into a million pieces. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her neck, making her wild with need.

She began panting. “I want you to make me scream, like you promised.”

He chuckled, his warm breath stimulating her flesh. “Are you hot and wet for me?”

She nodded eagerly.

“You’d better be. If I lower my finger and dip into you only to find out that you’re not dripping wet, you’ll be punished even more.” His eyes flashed with dark, hot passion. God, he looked so wild, so out of control.

“I am wet, see for yourself.” She whimpered and wiggled her backside over his groin, hoping to make him as wild as he was making her. He groaned.

Deliberately slow, he toyed with her, dragging his finger lower, but never touching where she needed it the most.

Her eyes pleading, she met his glance in the mirror. He was killing her with his slow seduction. “Please, Kale. Touch me. I ache so much, I
need
you to touch me before I go up in flames,” she begged, feeling insanely open and honest with him. She’d never been comfortable enough with anyone to voice her body’s needs, her heart’s desires.

Kale growled and honored her request as he dipped two fingers in her.

She felt her pussy clamp over his fingers as he pushed deep inside her. She closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath, savoring the exquisite feel of him moving in and out, slowly, steadily.

In no time at all, she could feel her orgasm pulling at her as he kept up the gentle assault. He was raising her passion to new heights just as she’d known he would. Taking matters into his own hands, giving her what she needed instead of worrying only about his own pleasure.

Her head lolled to the side. “You always know how to touch me just right.” She bucked against his hand and felt the wet tip of his arousal against her flesh. “When do I get to touch you?” she asked, breathless.

“Soon, Erin, but right now this is about you.”

He worked his fingers in her as his lips scorched her skin with heated kisses. Her muscles began to clench and undulate. She was on the edge, ready to fall over. Erin cupped her breasts and squeezed, knowing ecstasy was merely a stroke
or two away. Moments before she felt herself tumble into euphoria, he removed his fingers.

“No…” she protested. “Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it,” he murmured.

He shimmied between her legs until she was straddling his mouth. He gripped her hips and eased her onto his face where he replaced his fingers with his tongue. His thumb circled higher until he touched her fleshy clitoris. Using small circles, he toyed with her hard nub until she lost her grip on sanity. He pushed his hot tongue deep inside her, stroking her inner fire until that first sweet clench of fulfillment took hold.

Erin cried out as a powerful orgasm rolled over her. She writhed over his mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. “That’s
so
good.”

He continued to work his tongue over her sex as she rode out her orgasm. “I want to feel you inside me,” she cried, bucking against him. He cupped her bottom in his hands and held her in place. “Please, Kale, let me slide down and put your cock inside me.”

“Soon,” Kale assured her. “I just need to finish tasting your sweetness first.” He feathered his tongue over her pussy with long, luxurious strokes. His tongue felt rough against her overly sensitive clitoris. Once again her muscles began to tighten and swell in bliss.

She palmed her breasts. “Oh God, Kale. I’m going to come again.”

“That’s the plan.” He pushed two fingers deep inside her
and applied just the right amount of pressure to her clitoris as she tumbled into her second orgasm of the night.

After Kale had his fill of her sweetness, he rolled her onto the bed beside him. Warmth flooded her as she touched his cheek. He twisted his head and brushed his lips over her palm.

When their eyes met, something intimate seeped under her skin and curled around her heart. Erin blew out a shaky breath and swallowed.

“
Kale
,” she whispered breathlessly, rubbing her palm over his face. Her voice lodged somewhere deep in her throat.

“
Erin…”
The way he said her name instantly brought them to a deeper level of intimacy. He leaned into her hand. “I love the way you touch me,” he said. The soft timbre of his voice filled her with solace. When he smiled at her, her heart turned over in her chest.