Renaissance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 5) (20 page)

He moved so he was leaning over her, pushing her to her back.  “I never had sex with Katrina.  We can talk about this after because I know there’s a lot to talk about.  But trust me when I tell you, I’m clean.”

She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard and interrupted him.  “You and Katrina never had sex?”  Her tone showed her disbelief.

He shook his head, his eyes serious.  “We’d only been dating for a short time, Tiff.  She knew,” he shrugged and paused.  “She knew I didn’t really see her that way.  We were still in the ‘figuring it out’ stage.  We fooled around, just didn’t have sex.”

Her happiness shone on her face, and she bit down on her lip to stop the giggle from escaping.

“So.”  He had a hint of a smile when he murmured, “Condom?”

“Are you okay if we don’t use one?” she whispered back.

He gave her a slight eye roll, and with sarcasm muttered, “Hm, I don’t know.  Let me think about that.”

They both chuckled and then more silence followed as the reality of what they were about to do hit them.  His look caused her control to completely snap and she pushed him so he was seated on the bed and then she scrambled onto his lap, straddling his knees.

He let out a slight laugh and encircled her waist with his arms, bringing her flush against his chest, stilling her.  “Slow, Ms. Daniels.  I want to enjoy every single inch of you,” he murmured.

She was already shaking her head, rubbing sensually against him.  “No,” she moaned, “much faster, Doctor.”

He smiled and plucked her lower lip.  Then he gripped her ass and lifted her easily, lazily easing her down inch by torturously slow inch. 

Both of them let out guttural sounds.  He stretched her immensely, his smooth shaft feeling like heaven inside her slick opening.  He slid in easily but snugly.  It had been well over a year if not longer since she’d let a man inside, both literally and figuratively, and it felt incredible.  

The slide of their bodies added to the sensation and he rubbed one warm hand up her back until he found her hair.  “You’re tight,” he whispered. 

“Drew,” she begged, then latched her lips to his.  With that, he pushed her body the rest of the way down, hard onto him while also thrusting up.  She yelled around his mouth.

“Ride me, gorgeous,” he commanded softly, then he lifted his knees and leaned her back, capturing her nipple in his mouth.

She held his head and began moving, rolling her hips onto him.  God, he was deep.  She tried to pick up speed, her inner walls already sensitized from her previous orgasm, but he controlled the tempo, rocking her slowly, grinding hard into her.

Her ex had always been too fast, like a teenage boy who couldn’t control himself, always looking for his own completion and never really checking for her enjoyment.  But Drew was patient and so fierce with how controlled he was.  She wanted him so badly that his deliberately lazy pace was killing her sweetly.

Her nipples were practically screaming as he moved back and forth between them, tugging on the rings with his teeth.  She tried to pump him faster but again, he kept the grind at a meticulously slow pace, knocking at her G-spot and causing her to cry out every time he thrust in.   He ground harder, holding her down while rolling her onto him over and over until she fought to bounce quicker.

He moved both hands to her hips and slowed her down again.  She cried out in frustration, practically digging her nails into his shoulders.

He never stopped using his mouth on her, leaning her back even more and nibbling at the sides of her breasts, suckling her wherever he could get his mouth. 

Minutes ticked by and she couldn’t take it anymore, yelling out his name, trying to increase the friction.  He slammed into her, held her down, then pushed her up and slammed her down again.  Over and over she screamed as he continued with the punishing grinds, her voice now hoarse from her loud moans. 

Faster and faster, it built up until she had no control over the pace but just let him move her at his will.  She grappled for his face, gripping at his hair.  Harder and harder, faster and faster, her yells louder and louder, until she leaned back and fell to rest her elbows on his knees, her head thrown back in triumph as she came loudly.

She pulsed around him, her body still reaching for every throb, every vibration, and then fell back onto his thighs behind her with him still imbedded inside.  Her back arched and her breasts thrust in to the air, and as she finally relaxed her body, his hands skimmed up her rib cage.  His mouth found her erratic heartbeat between her breasts and kissed her hotly there as her hands found his head and scratched lightly at his scalp.

She stopped as reality finally came back into focus.  Something wasn’t right. 

She clenched her inner muscles a little and discovered he was still fully erect.  She opened her eyes and looked at him with confusion, his face was still near her chest. 

He was rock hard inside her. 

He ran his mouth up the middle of her body to rest on her collar bone and still hadn’t met her eyes.  As he curled his arms around her, now completely encircling her torso, he looked her dead in the eye.  His own were on fire.

His voice came out quietly in a scratchy growl. “On to Examination number two.”

“Why didn’t –?” she began.  “Did you –?”

He held her hips still while he pulled out then pushed in suddenly.  The movement made her insides scream with a multitude of sensations and she moaned.

“I want this to last for a little longer,” he murmured, looking up at her. 

Her eyelids were so heavy; she felt completely blissed out and when she thought about him continuing his worship of her body with his deliberate and sensual moves, she couldn’t help but feel the build of arousal all over again.  His hand moved up to cradle her head holding it to the side, not allowing her to move it.  Then he began to consume the side of her neck with his mouth.

Goose bumps popped up everywhere, her nipples turned to little pebbles, and she smiled at the slight tickling sensation his goatee created.  She began squirming over his erection.

He continued to devour her neck, finding every erogenous zone known to man.  He bit and sucked under her chin, down her Adam’s apple, over to her ear where he nipped some more. 

Her only response to him was a whimper.  She had no coherent thoughts left.

“I like this spot right here,” he whispered behind her ear, nipping.  “I think you do, too.”

She made a sound because she seriously couldn’t do anything else.

“Mm, I think we need to examine the pulse points on the upper half of the body for this second examination,” he whispered, his lips sucking at the side of her neck.  “Are your thighs burning yet?” he asked offhandedly.

She hadn’t realized it, but her legs did feel stiff in this position.  She was straddling his lap but lying back on his legs giving her thighs a nice stretch.  She whimpered again as her response.

He leaned back to a seated position and helped her move her legs out from under her.  Then leaned forward to push his jeans down and off.  A moment later, easy as can be, he scooped her up, scooted off the bed, and carried her out of the room to the kitchen.  She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles together behind his back and finally dropping the robe that had been hanging from her arms to the floor.  She clung to his neck.

“You make me feel so small,” she said, kissing his ear.

“You
are
small.”  He entered the kitchen, opened the fridge and found what he was looking for: two bottled waters.  He pulled them out and held them to her back.

She squealed and clenched her muscles at the bite of cold.

He held her tighter, pushing more forcefully into her.  “Ah, yeah,” he said with an ecstatic sound.  “That was nice.  Do that again.”  This time he placed the water bottles on her ass cheeks while he walked her back to the bedroom.

She gritted her teeth, they were so cold and she began pumping on him to release the jolt of energy that hit her from the icy blast of the bottles.  He licked his lips and leaned forward to push her against the hallway wall, just outside her bedroom door.

“You couldn’t have left me in the bedroom to get the water?” she breathed out.

“This was much more fun.  You ready for your second examination, Ms. Daniels?” he asked.

The mischievous tilt to his lips made her want to ride him until she made him roar.  She bit her lip, giving him her own sexy look, then she used her leg muscles to propel him into her as quickly as she could.  She held onto him and continued pumping, trying to get him to finally cave.

He didn’t.  He did tighten his jaw though.  That made her smile.

He carried her into the bedroom where he tossed the unopened bottles on the bed then placed her on the comforter, pushing her up the bed by pumping several times into her and moving her further up until she was placed where he wanted her. 

“You’re an evil doctor,” she moaned.  His stamina astounded her.  She was becoming a little winded in her efforts to finish him off.  “Do I get to see you naked any time soon?”

He smiled as her hands felt his ass and her feet skimmed over his thighs.  A kiss landed on her mouth and then he leaned back slowly, his body still connected to hers.  “When would you like to see me naked?” he teased.

Her hand reached up and touched his stomach.  “Now,” she mouthed.

While keeping his eyes on hers, he slowly pulled out of her and climbed off the bed.  She was beginning to question her sanity since he had to leave her body to show her his, but when he stood before her, naked as the day he was born, she changed her mind. 

Her mouth dropped open while she looked at him hungrily, his penis jutting out ready for the next round.  He stood before her letting her admire his muscular legs, and those little indentations by his hips.  She reached out to touch him, realizing what a lucky woman she was.

He walked closer and let her hands learn the lines of him.  The musky smell of his skin caused her to put her mouth on his stomach, licking him there.  She rubbed her cheek on him and looked up into his eyes.  His own look of hunger stopped her breath.  He pushed her back playfully, and moved her up the bed, kneeling between her legs.  Still watching her with that heated look, he grabbed her hips and took his time dragging her toward him.  The soft scrape and coolness of the comforter beneath her made her shiver, but what made her shudder was when he took her wrists and placed them above her head holding her inner wrist up to his mouth.

“This pulse point,” he whispered against it, “is the radial artery.”  He sucked her inner wrist gently and nipped it with his teeth. 

She purred.  His erection found her opening, teasing her.

With painstaking patience, he rested her wrist back down and traced his fingers from her wrists to the inner elbows.  His touch was so soft and light, she was nearly jumping out of her skin.  Her body had felt like it had been doused in champagne with little bursts of tingles felt everywhere. 

He allowed his fingers to tickle lightly at her inner elbows then moved back up to the inside of the middle of her bicep.  “This is called the brachial artery here.”  He massaged lightly into the muscle on both arms, then he leaned over to bite her there lightly.

She smelled his sandalwood scent and inhaled deeply.  His body movements caused a stir in the air, making her nipples pucker.

He moved slightly so his knees spread her wider causing her hips to come off the bed and rest on his thighs.  His hand lightly touched her smooth mound and his thumb began playing with her clit.  A catch in her throat sounded unexpectedly while she watched him.  He was looking down at her with a burning stare while he edged his penis closer, pushing inside her one inch at a time, watching her, so focused on where their bodies connected.

It was one of the most erotic moments she’d ever experienced.

Once inside all the way to the hilt, she closed her eyes and breathed.  He was so hard, getting larger and larger by the second, expanding her inner walls.  She wiggled under him. 

Lowering himself over her chest, he finally rested his lips on the side of her neck.  “You fit me so perfectly.”  Then, “The carotid artery,” he whispered.  “A commonly known pulse point.”  He kissed her gently there, moving his lips upward to her cheek then stopping at her temple.  At the same time he pumped a few times rolling his hips with that lazy tempo he liked to create.

She pulled her knees back more and rubbed her inner thighs over his sides.  His hand held her leg back allowing him to grind into her, burying deeper.  He was drowning her, the waves of his seduction consuming her, taking her so softly, she could barely breathe.

While nuzzling next to her eye, he said, “The temporal artery is here.”  Then he moved to her mouth and kissed her, licking into her while lightly drawing his fingers down her arm, skimming down the side of her underarm, then brushing lightly at the side of her breast.

He began moving, rocking in and out, drawing puffs of breath from her as he kissed her over and over.  She had already melted into the bed, but his sweet and lazy fucking caused a burning sensation at the base of her spine.  She knew it wouldn’t be long for her.

His movements continued at a steady pace, drawing sounds from both of them and she couldn’t keep herself still.  She needed to come so badly.  She needed
him
to come so badly.  On a primal level, she needed to know she was enough woman for him.

“Yeah, Tiff,” he breathed into her mouth.  “Just like that.”  His pace increased, now a hard and punishing tempo.  “Just like that.”

She moaned.  The burn was taking on speed and fully ablaze now.  She bucked to keep up with him while he cradled her head and said over and over, “That’s it.  Come on, come on,” he growled.

At this point, she was screaming, only seconds from completion, but the murmured words that next came from his mouth spilled her over the edge.  “Fuck, yeah.  Come
on
.  I need you to make.  Me.  Explode.”  His voice was demanding and out of breath.

“Ahhh,” she cried out through clenched teeth just as her muscles pulsed around him like a vice, milking him, begging him to finally give in. 

He roared, ramming faster and faster into her, over and over and over, the slapping of their bodies adding to the moment.  Then he stiffened, spilling into her, his cries now hoarse.

He collapsed onto her.

Moments passed where all that was heard were their gasps for air, the buzz of sexual electricity still sizzling around them, until finally…there was silence.

……

“This is the Q and A portion of the evening,” Drew murmured into her ear while spooning her from behind.  They had cleaned up briefly and now found themselves snuggled under her comforter, his muscular body wrapped around hers.  His hand stroked up and down her arm.

She nuzzled back into him.  The feel of his body was the most potent aphrodisiac for her.  She couldn’t believe one man could be so hard yet so soft at the same time. 

“Yes.  I have a ton of questions, actually.” She wiggled her butt into him.  “Like how the hell do you do that, Doc?”

He snuggled down even more, his face in her neck and his hand moving to her hip.  “Well,” he said in a teacher voice, “boys have a penis and girls have a vagina –”

She chuckled and slapped at him. 

“Hm,” he said appreciatively, moving his hips into her butt.  “Laugh again.  That feels good.”

She hip bumped him and was rewarded with another soft moan.  She clarified her question.  “I mean that first time.  The waiting.  The holding off.  At first, I thought,” she stopped and swallowed. 

He lifted his head and pushed her upper body back so he could look down at her.  “Thought what?”

She wanted to smack herself for starting the sentence.  She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.  “Thought it wasn’t good for you that first time.  That maybe I wasn’t doing it for you or something.”  God, she sounded pitiful.

He moved up and brought himself face to face with her.  “How could you think that?”  He moved his hips so she felt his semi erection, as if to prove to her that her thinking was ridiculous.  He cupped her face.  “When I hold back, I’m doing it to make it better for us, make it last longer.  Why do you think I take my time, Tiff?”  He moved his hips again.  “I don’t want this connection to end.”   

Her breath caught in her chest.

“I need to be honest with you,” he began.

The breath that had caught in her chest was now being held.  She waited until he forced her to look at him.

“I’m not going back after this.”

She furrowed her brow in confusion.  He explained a second later.

“I’ve been waiting for you, and I’m not going back to the way it was.  I understand you may need some time, but I want you.  Just you.  And you are
more
than enough.”  He kissed her, rubbing his lips tenderly with hers. 

She held his face letting out a small gasp when she felt his hand pull her leg back over his hip so he could slip inside from behind.  She moaned.  “Well, in case you were wondering,” she breathed out, “you’re more than enough for me too.” 

He moaned out a laugh and hit that spot inside her.  “That’s right,” he said arrogantly.  “I am.  I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he pumped.  “Especially nice,” he pumped, “smart,” he pumped one last time and ground hard, “architects.”

She let go of an aroused sound.  “I want to make it good for you, too.  I want you to be happy.”

He moved his hips again, this time starting to pump in earnest.  “Does this feel happy to you, Tiff?  What do you think?  Tell me.”

“Drew,” she breathed out, her eyes closing.

“Does it?”

“Yes,” her voice came out on a whisper.

He stopped moving and just stayed nestled inside her.  “You’ve obviously had the conversation with him?”

She smiled.  “Yes,” she said, moving against him.  He stopped her.

“When?”

She moved again and he stilled her, holding her face so she was looking back at him.  She was sure her eyes were twinkling.

“When did you talk to him, Ms. Daniels?”  He looked slightly miffed.

She shrugged playfully.

He rolled her to her front, pressing down onto her back, then gently gripped her hair to hold her still.  Oh yeah.  She loved to unsteady this man.  Before another thought could hit her brain, he positioned her so that he could take her from behind while she laid on her front, her knees bent up to the side.  He pounded into her three times from behind, forcing yells from her with each thrust.