Thirteen #3
Her fingers tunneled through his hair while her other hand guided his.
His lips closed over her nipple, pulling and sucking.
Cool air teased his back as the towel snagged on the covers and fell away.
She directed his wet fingers, sliding them over the tiny nub at the top of her sex.
Following her lead, he rubbed in gentle circles and her breath caught, little sighs sewn together in a symphony of need.
His mouth continued to suckle her breasts as he swapped his fingers for his thumb, rubbing as well as penetrating. Tiny hiccups met his ears as her body trembled and tightened.
“Igen, igen, igen…” she cried, and her channel tightened around his intruding fingers as her body tensed, quaking with feminine shivers.
Her hands slackened and fell to the bedding. He glanced between their bodies in awe as her belly rose with each quick breath. His fingers glistened. He studied her face, noting the gentle way her smile curved and her half-lidded eyes watched him.
Should he let her rest? “Are you finished?”
She laughed, her head lolling to the side in charming invitation. “I hope not. Women don’t need time, like men.”
“Should I keep going?”
She shifted her arms over her head, stretching out beneath him. “Please.”
He could do more. Sliding his fingers between her legs, she gasped and sighed, opening her thighs wider. He pressed deep, slowly pumping in and out. This time she got there faster. Her body arched, rocking into his touch as she moaned his name, which drove his desire to a point of no return.
Her feet burrowed into the mattress as she rocked her hips, urging him to penetrate faster. “Istenem,” she cried, her entire being trembling as a rush of heat met his hand.
Mesmerized that he could do that to her—twice—he scooted lower. Her folds were glossy, darker than her skin elsewhere, and that little bud seemed to swell and throb. Keeping his touch light, he teased and she sucked in a breath, her knees falling open.
His eyes widened as he saw the deep pink of her inner channel. His cock twitched, unbearably hard. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on the little bud and she moaned, her legs curling around his shoulders and pulling him closer.
“Please. Don’t tease me, Elliot.”
He hadn’t realized he was teasing, so he licked and she let out a litany of Hungarian words.
Sliding a finger inside of her, he closed his lips over what seemed the central source of her pleasure and sucked.
She arched, her fingers fisting his hair, holding him to her as he pulled and pumped his wrist.
“Igen! Harder…”
He thrust another digit inside of her, pumping quickly as he pleasured her with his mouth. She was wild, writhing, and greedier than he’d ever imagined.
Her cries doubled as her sex contracted, squeezing his fingers.
A guttural moan left her lips, sounding like his name, garbled with other syllables as she peaked and found her third release, this one the most dramatic of them all as every drop of her ecstasy seemed to flavor his tongue and her body arched beautifully off the bed.
In awe, he stared at her trembling muscles, skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration. He’d never been so aroused in his entire life.
His gaze darted to the nightstand. Condom.
Catching his breath, he swallowed and searched her face. Her eyes were closed as sharp breaths passed her parted lips. Should he ask or just do it? Fuck.
Dragging a hand over his mouth, he stilled as her scent perfumed his skin, her pheromones clinging to his fingers and lips, mixing with his own scent and driving his arousal up another degree.
He crawled over her and kissed her lips.
Startled, she opened her eyes and smiled, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
“Are you ready?” she whispered against his lips.
God, he hoped so. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
She smiled up at him, looking like a goddess beneath him. “I’ve wanted you since the night you rescued me, Elliot. I don’t think I’ll make it another day without having you.”
Fuck, he had to be dreaming. Reaching for the condom, he examined the foil, searched for a tear line, his fingers slightly trembling with anticipation.
Her hand closed over his. “Let me.”
She placed the condom on the tip of his cock, the slightest touch making him flinch and suck in a fierce breath. Looking into his eyes, she grinned and rolled it down his length.
Once it was in place, she eased back to the mattress, pulling him over her. Should he say something? Maybe he should thank her or remind her he’d never done this before?
She moved her legs outside of his knees and waited.
He broke eye contact, fumbling to find the right positioning as he shifted lower. The heat of her sex brushed his hand as he held his cock close to her opening, but he couldn’t bring himself to enter her, not without looking at her.
His heart was beating so fast he feared he’d die before he ever got the chance to truly be with her. Something told him it would be different with anyone else. Easier. Less significant. But this was Nadia. Nadia, who he…
Swallowing tightly, he lifted his gaze and stared into the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever looked upon, and froze.
So many unfamiliar feelings raced through him, each one equally as pleasant as they were frightening.
In that moment nothing was certain aside from his desire, and he understood so much about the weakness of man in the throes of passion.
Perhaps he loved her. It made sense since no one else had ever captivated him to this degree. But how could he be sure of his feelings? Relationships weren’t a science. They were buoyant and flimsy and often irrational. It made no sense why a woman like Nadia would want a man like him.
“Where have you gone, Elliot? I’ve lost you,” her soft voice murmured.
He blinked down at her, a crushing fear that the consequences of their actions might swallow him whole and leave his well-organized world in a pile of rubble. While he might love her, she would never love him—at least not to the same degree.
In order to move forward, he had to accept that he would always care about her more. “I’m here. I was just thinking.”
She laughed and pulled him a little closer. “Think later. I want you.”
The perfect example of irrational logic. “I want you too.”
“Then take me. Stop torturing me and making me wait.”
Pulling his head low, her lips sealed to his and his body sank forward, her body welcoming him. Sharp ecstasy electrified his spine as her heat engulfed him. He didn’t pause until he was fully seated, and then he simply breathed. Amazing.
Her hands coasted over his shoulders, down his back, and she lifted her hips. Jesus, she felt incredible. He drew back and thrust deep, knowing he only had a few seconds of ecstasy before he was spent—if that.
Each stroke of her body against his stole more of his breath. Every thrust sent intense sensations through him until the effort to hold back any longer became excruciating.
The over sensitized nerves in his body screamed for him to finish. He never wanted to come so hard in his life. The effort to last left him trembling and he hated that he couldn’t offer her something better.
“I’m sorry, I need to… finish.” Even talking was torture.
“Go ahead,” she whispered and he thrust hard, groaning as his release tunneled forcefully through his body. His soul felt turned inside out, wrung of every last drop of desire, but his wanting bloomed again with his next breath.
He shut his eyes and lowered his head to her shoulder, catching his breath as his body quaked with relief. She combed her fingers through his hair as she held him, giving him time to recover as he trembled. It was heaven.
“You’re not a virgin anymore, Elliot.”
He chuckled. “No, thank God.”
“Are you sorry?”
He laughed harder. “No.”
She nudged his chin until he looked at her. She whispered, “I have a part of you now, something no other woman can claim. I think I like that I was your first. You’ll never forget me.”
Forgetting her had never been an option. “You’re incredible. I want to do it again, but…”
She giggled. “We have time. You wore me out.”
He rolled to his side, shivering as his body withdrew from hers. “I need to clean up.”
She pulled the covers to her chest and smiled as he left the bed. In the bathroom he removed the condom and winced, his entire body sensitive to the lightest touch.
Catching his gaze in the mirror he paused. He looked the same, but something in his eyes was different. Quietly laughing to himself, he shook his head and whispered, “Nadia.”
She’d never know how much this meant to him and he might never know what it was to be a part of her intimate world for more than a day, but he knew this moment and the few that would follow.
He knew he’d never forget this feeling or the way she smelled on his skin.
And whether she’d ever know how he felt, he knew no other woman would ever have this strong of an effect on him.
Smiling, he washed up, anxious to return to her. When he exited the bathroom, her eyes were closed. The sense that he was trespassing wasn’t as strong as before. He climbed under the covers and she curled into his side, welcoming him close to her body.
Nadia.
This was definitely heaven.