The Wilde Side (6 page)

"Not yet." He stopped her before she could remove the piece of lingerie. "I want you to lie down on the bed, just like you are."

His request confused her, only because she was used to men who wanted to get naked and to the main event ASAP. But true to his word, Scott obviously wanted to savor the moment, make it last, and opt for quality over quantity. So, after he pulled down the bedspread, she moved up onto the center of the mattress, pushed aside the packets of condoms, then reclined against the pillows with her hair fanning out around her head.

She waited for him to come to her, but he remained by the side of the bed. His sculpted body was a work of art, and his thick black hair was tousled around his head, making him look like a dark, fallen angel as he watched her with intense blue eyes.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked around the husky knot of desire lodged in her throat.

"Eventually." His gaze traversed the length of her body slowly and leisurelike. "But for right now, I want you to touch yourself for me. Pretend you're all alone and show me what you like and what feels good."

She hesitated, unable to believe what he was asking, which was so far removed from anything she'd ever done with another man before. "Scott—"

He cut off her protest before it could form. "Haven't you ever touched yourself just because it felt good, or because your body needed the kind of release that comes with a good, strong orgasm?"

Warmth bloomed in her cheeks, her embarrassment taking her off guard. Then again, she couldn't believe that they were talking about something so ... personal. "Of course I have, but I've never done it in front of anyone before."

He stroked a hand down his abdomen and grinned like the sexy rogue that he was. "Then consider it a first with me."

"Is
watching
a woman pleasure herself a first for you?" she asked, curious to know the answer to that.

"Yeah, it is. You said you wanted to be my most erotic fantasy come to life. This is it, Ashley. I want to watch you caress your breasts and touch yourself in ways that excite you."

Hadn't she imagined him being in control and calling the shots? And he was doing exactly that. Still, she wasn't sure about this going-it-alone stuff. "This is so ... one-sided."

"For a little while," he said, and followed that up with a reassuring and flirtatious wink. "I promise you won't be alone for long. Do it for me, Ashley."

She understood what he was doing. He was attempting to draw out her sensual side and forcing her to leave all inhibitions behind – undoubtedly, a prelude to a more tantalizing and carnal encounter that would leave no room for modesty or reserve.

Exhaling a deep breath to relax her mind and body, she closed her eyes, imagined herself alone, and lost herself in the fantasy. Touching her fingers to her throat, she lightly skimmed the tips downward and over the taut swell of her breasts spilling from the lacy cups of her bra. She caressed her thumbs over her rigid nipples, playing with them for a moment before slowly gliding her palms down her torso, across her flat belly, and along the tops of her thighs.

Her skin felt sensitized, alive with sensation, and knowing he was enjoying the fantasy unfolding before him, she grew bolder, her touch more explicit. Dipping one hand into her bra, she fondled her breast, rolled her tight, swollen nipple between her fingers, and felt that same tugging, pulling sensation way down low. Her legs seemed to part of their own accord, and her other hand slid into her panties, her fingers gliding along the warm, wet folds of her sex. She was drenched with desire, her clitoris vibrating with the need for the kind of pressure and friction she knew would give her body the release it craved.

She tossed her head back on the pillows as a soft, telltale moan escaped her, arousing her even more. She was close to coming, so close, her excitement heightened by the fact that Scott was in the room, a voyeur to her pleasure.

Yet she really didn't want to do this alone, an impersonal orgasm when she had the opportunity to experience something far more erotic. The shameless thought no sooner crossed her mind than she felt the mattress dip and move and shift beneath her.

Her lashes fluttered open, and she gasped in surprise when she found Scott above her, his hands and knees on either side of her body, caging her beneath him. Despite the fact that he was straddling her, he wasn't touching her at all, which only served to enhance her awareness of him. He stared down at her, his eyes a seductive shade of blue, the hunger in his expression so hot and intense it was as though flames were licking across her skin, setting her on fire.

"This is such a huge turn-on, watching you like this," he said in awe.

His voice seeped through her, sinfully low and deep. "I want you to join in," she replied.

"Okay." That carnal mouth of his curved into a grin that made her feel breathless and restless. "Wherever you touch with your hands and fingers, I promise I'll touch, too, with my mouth and tongue."

Her pulse skipped a beat, and eager to play along, she brought both of her hands back up to her chest, where she pushed first one bra strap, then the other, down her arm. "Mmm ... a sexy game of follow the leader?"

"I guess you could say that," he murmured as she oh-so-slowly peeled the sheer lace cups downward and finally revealed her full, aching breasts to his gaze.

His lips parted on a sharp intake of breath, making her feel feminine and sexy and completely wanton. She lay there beneath him, letting him look his fill, purposefully drawing out the anticipation, knowing he was waiting patiently for her to touch herself so he could do the same with his mouth and tongue.

"God, sweetheart," he said, his low growl accentuating the frustration in his tone. "You're killing me here, you know that, don't you?"

She smiled, and reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra and dropped it off the side of the bed. "Then I guess I ought to put you out of your misery."

Finally, she brushed her fingers over the plump curve of her breasts and across her beaded nipples, which drew even tighter. He lowered his head, his damp lips following the same path. He laved and stroked wherever she caressed, his soft, wet tongue entwining with her fingers, adding a slick, slippery sensation that made her wild and needy. She pushed her breasts up to his mouth in offering, and he leisurely licked a nipple and grazed the tip with his teeth before sucking her deep.

With a soft whimper, she tangled her fingers into his hair and arched her back, urging him to take more ... except he pulled back instead, leaving her panting, bereft, and confused.

"You stopped," she accused, unable to fathom why.

He was still crouched above her, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching with the effort of keeping his hands to himself. "If you stop touching yourself, then so will I," he murmured huskily, and with enough confidence to keep him in charge. "So, where would you like to take this next?"

Right to the extreme
, she thought, hearing the dare in his tone. Holding his gaze, she slid a hand down the middle of her abdomen, lower and lower until her fingers disappeared into her panties. She moaned and writhed beneath him as she stroked herself intimately, deliberately tempting and seducing him into following her lead and giving her exactly what she longed for.

He scooted downward, kneeling between her spread thighs, and drifted his lips along her quivering belly. His breath was hot and moist on her skin as he kissed and nuzzled his way lower, until he reached the barrier of silk and lace. He nipped playfully at her fingers beneath the insubstantial fabric, teasing her with the promise of something much more pleasurable.

"Take them off," she said, not at all shocked at hearing the demanding tone of her voice. "
Please
."

Giving in to her heartfelt plea, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs and off, then repositioned her legs so they remained open, giving him an unobstructed view of the most intimate part of her. He skinned out of his boxer-briefs, and heat curled through her as she caught her first glimpse of his erection, so thick and hard and huge. He reached for one of the foil packets on the bed, tore it open, and rolled the condom down his straining shaft.

Then he sat back on his heels and watched as she caressed the soft, swollen folds of her labia, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, his restraint evident in the muscle clenching in his jaw and the tight fists resting against his thighs. And the longer he remained there without touching her at all, the more determined she became to shatter that control of his.

Feeling naughty and daring, she lifted her damp, glistening fingers to his mouth, wetting his bottom lip with the very essence of her. With a ragged groan, he licked and sucked on her fingers, then drew them deep into his mouth. He swirled his tongue along each digit and in between in a way that made her desperate to feel that incredible mouth of his on her aching, throbbing sex.

And she knew what she had to do in order to get what she wanted. She brought her hand back between her thighs, using her fingers to spread herself open, exposing her need for him in a way that should have made her feel vulnerable, but instead empowered her, because at the moment, she felt like the one in control.

His strong hands, slightly rough and callused, pushed her legs wider apart to make room for the width of his shoulders as he settled in between. His soft, dark hair tickled her skin as he lowered his head, the silky touch of his tongue both a relief and pure torment, wringing a husky moan from her.

He laved her in hot, sleek strokes, and she gasped when he slid one long finger, then two, deep inside her, then gradually withdrew them, only to sink back into her in a slow, languid thrust.

She felt on the verge of spiraling apart, her body quaking with need and her inner muscles contracting. She heard herself whimper, and without thinking she grabbed handfuls of his hair, arched into his skillful, decadent mouth, and begged him to
please, please, please
end the fierce, burning ache he'd stoked within her.

Obliging her wish, he closed his mouth over her clit, tonguing and teasing that taut knot of nerves while his fingers continued to slide deep, deep inside her. He sucked harder, and her fingers twisted in his hair as she came on a shuddering, mind-bending orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on. The pleasure that shot through her was sharp and riveting and left her breathless, but amazingly, she was far from sated.

He moved up and over her, the slide of his warm, hard frame along the length of hers making her pulse leap higher and faster, as did the way he fitted his lean hips between her still trembling thighs, which forced her legs high around his waist. Just that quick, just that easily, he was back in control again, with her pinned beneath him just the way he obviously wanted her to be.

His chest crushed her breasts as he braced his forearms on either side of her head, and his sheathed erection, so hot and thick and eager, furrowed along her sensitive flesh and unerringly found the soft, slick entrance to her body. Before she could recover from the aftershocks of her dizzying climax, he drove into her, high and hard and shockingly deep.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the abrupt sensation of being stretched and filled so completely, in a way no man had ever filled her before. Her fingers curled around his biceps, her back arched, and her nails bit into his straining muscles.

He immediately stilled, giving her time to adjust to his size and length, despite the fact that she could feel him throbbing within her and knew he was poised on the brink of slaking his own desire. Instead, he met her gaze and brushed back the tendrils of hair lying against her cheek with a touch so gentle and tender her chest tightened with a startling connection that seemed to transcend their physical joining.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his worry genuine.

She swallowed hard. His selfless concern for her at such a crucial moment blew through her defenses in a way she'd never anticipated – a scary prospect when this one night with him should have been all about sex and pleasure – nothing more. And while she'd undoubtedly experienced both in varying degrees, she told herself that she couldn't afford to form an emotional attachment to this man, not when her life was so vastly different from his.

She loosened her grip on his arms and did her best to relax beneath him, around him. "I'll admit that was a bit of a surprise," she said, and followed that up with a quick, reassuring, "In a good way, of course. And now that I've had a chance to catch my breath, I'm fine."

He withdrew and surged forward. Slowly. Languidly. Her body clenched tight around him, and he groaned, the sexy, masculine sound reverberating against her chest and belly.

"Christ, you feel so damn good," he rasped.

"So do you." Smoothing her flattened hands down the sinewy slope of his spine, she palmed his taut buttocks, which flexed as he pulled back, then glided to the hilt once again.

"Oh, God, don't stop," she said hoarsely, feeling that gradual, steady climb toward yet another climax.

"I don't intend to." His eyes blazed hotly, and the smile that curved his lips was a heady combination of seductive intent and a primitive hunger. "You ready for a Wilde kind of ride, sweetheart?"

She managed a laugh that turned into a breathy moan when he gyrated his pelvis against her mons, eliciting a thrilling friction and pressure that was as possessive as it was arousing.