Chapter 9
9
E cstasy floated through her veins like expensive liquor. It seemed a shot of Tim, straight up, was all it took. Already she couldn’t bear to think of the night being over.
She’d wondered how far she would let things go this first time, and she had her answer. Nothing short of everything would satisfy her cravings.
Her body, her choice, and tonight what she wanted was him. Judging from his response, she didn’t think her decision would cause any troubles.
Erin twisted her fingers into Tim’s hair to keep him at her breast. He slowly licked around her nipple, the delicate tease sending shivers over her skin.
He smiled then switched sides, leaving one aching tip glistening in the dim lights from the couch-side lamps.
“I want to taste you everywhere,” Tim said, his accent growing thicker as he admired her. “I’m going to kiss your neck. Suck that sensitive spot under your ear. I want to start at the top and work my way down until you can’t walk. I’ll lick between your legs until you squirm with pleasure, and then, only then, will I take you again.”
“Sweet talker.” Erin arched on the couch, lifting her torso toward him. “What if I want to play with you as well? Touch you and drive you mad. Oh …”
Tim leaned back from where he’d sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “Tonight is not about me, but you. About me showing how much I’ve missed you.”
Erin gasped as he continued to tease her. “I can handle that.”
Maybe. If she didn’t pass out first.
Tim caught her gaze. “It’s not only how long it’s been. A week is too long to be apart from you when I want you so damn bad.”
He drifted a single fingertip down her torso. Over her belly. Between her legs. Erin jerked as Tim unerringly settled over her clitoris and slowly rubbed.
His blue eyes trapped her, the dark circles of his pupils widening as he stared, his talented finger tracing unending circles with just the right pressure to build the pleasure.
“I want to watch you break,” Tim said. “Want to hear you come apart for the first time in forever. I need to know it’s me that’s taken you there.”
Erin opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a long, low moan as Tim slipped two fingers into her core. Stretching and teasing as he stroked deeper. Never looking away, never pausing as he played with her. He tucked the heel of his palm against her mound and every time his fingers plunged into her core, her clit was stroked as well.
Her eyelids fell shut.
Tim laughed softly. “Oh no, kitten. Open your eyes and let me see. Show me your passion. Show me what this”—he curled his fingers inside her, and she gasped—“does to you. That’s right. Gorgeous. Beautiful woman, so strong and powerful.”
He thrust again and again, and there was no way to stop the rising tide of pleasure from breaking over her as thoroughly as if she’d been immersed in the ocean. Erin shook as her sex constricted around his fingers, clenching tight. Seeking more.
Her gaze stayed fast on his, sheer delight clear in his expression as he forced her orgasm to drag on and on.
“Tim.” A warning? A plea? Although she wasn’t sure if it was for him to stop or go on.
He distracted her with a kiss, slowing his touch but softly forcing her to ride the final pulses until she quivered under him.
“Hmm, nicely done.” Tim pulled his fingers from her, wetness lingering on her labia, and she ached, suddenly empty.
Erin clutched at him, reaching past his open shirt for his belt, but he avoided her and lifted her into his arms.
“You object to moving to the bedroom?” Tim nuzzled under her ear, already in motion down the hallway.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed contentedly. “I’m going to complain bitterly that you’re taking me to a firm, flat surface to continue to ravish me.” Erin lifted her head and smiled as they entered his bedroom. “You are planning on ravishing me more, aren’t you?”
“Definitely. There’s not been nearly enough pirate-like activity around here for my tastes.”
He lowered her to the soft quilt she’d admired the other day, his gaze burning her with its intensity. She preened under his attention for a moment then noticed the curtains were still wide open.
Tim caught the direction of her glance. He faced her, and somehow she knew even before he spoke that a challenge was about to be issued. “Want me to close the curtains?”
“You plan on putting on a show for the neighbours?” she asked.
“There’s no one on this level but us.” Tim sat next to her, stroking a hand from her hip toward her ankle. “I could close them, but it’s a waste of time.”
She leaned on one elbow, wondering why there was a slight sense of disappointment coursing through her. “Forget the windows and take off your clothes.”
His eyes lit up and he followed her directions. Sort of.
Under her, the silky sheets caressed her skin, and she was tempted to roll on their surface like a puppy, wallowing in the sensual pleasure. While she moved back to settle against the pillows, Tim undid the buttons on his cuffs. The tails hung out, and the open shirtfront showcased his chest, offering teasing glimpses of his muscular abdomen, but he still wore just as much as before.
Erin moved quickly to the edge of the mattress. Forget lazing about like an Egyptian ruler. “You seem a little hard of hearing right now,” she scolded.
She caught his open shirtfront and tugged up and back, dropping the material from his shoulders and leaving bare lots of lovely, firm body. Tim shrugged his shirt off the rest of the way as she got distracted, slipping an open palm over his chest to caress the light layer of hair swirled over the surface. Two hands were needed for this kind of exploration, and she leaned in to plant a kiss just inches over a nipple.
Tim wrapped his fingers around her wrists and stopped her from reaching her next goal. “This is about you, remember?”
“I am remembering. This is all about me, and what I want right now is to play.” She tugged on his grip, raising a brow until he let her go.
Only she didn’t get to help him out of his pants. Tim crawled over her, crowding her against the mattress. Then those talented lips were at her throat, and she wasn’t going to complain.
She used her fingers to trace his shoulder muscles and rubbed her thumbs along strands of muscle that tempted her. She ran her fingers through his hair and listened to the sounds of admiration escaping him.
He kissed her belly button and sighed happily. She laughed when he did it a second time then gasped as he dropped lower and covered her sex without further warning.
“Tim, enough.”
He wasn’t budging, and this time she wasn’t willing to let him get away with it.
Erin wrapped her legs around his head and trapped him. Anyone else would have paused in what they were doing, but Tim simply lifted her hips and stroked her intimately again, his tongue dipping deep inside. Her body lay at an angle, shoulders resting on the mattress, senses being played, pleasure rising.
“ Tim. Damn you.”
His voice vibrated against her. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” she warned.
He took her up to the point of climax and then, damn the man, he did exactly what she’d told him not to. He dropped her hips and moved away.
Erin was ready for him, though. She ripped open his zipper and pulled his cock free. She slipped on the condom she’d found under the pillow, and he laughed.
She pushed him over, needing her full weight to do it. But he was on his back, cock rising vertically as she straddled him. She found the center where they met and rubbed over him until it was very clear he was ready for the next stage.
Erin planted both hands on his naked chest as she rocked. “Now are you ready to listen?”
“I always listen,” Tim insisted. He settled his hands on her hips and helped her move over him, increasing the intensity tenfold as friction shot skyward.
She straightened, clutching his hands and pausing the motion. A slight lift of her hips and the broad head of his cock touched her wet core.
“Oh love, yes.” Tim’s head tilted back in pleasure as she sank onto him. The thickness of his shaft pressed in all the right spots as she worked herself down. She was wet, but between the condom and his girth, it still wasn’t easy.
She undulated a few times, loving how they connected so right. How riding him like this rubbed her clit against his body and gave her an extra edge. Even that wasn’t enough because he smiled and slipped one hand between her legs, running his fingertips along the seam where they joined. Pulling up moisture to ease his touch.
The tempo increased. Need increased. Erin lifted and lowered more rapidly, savoring the slick, edgy pleasure riding her spine. The tension gathering in her core like a firework about to go off.
“That’s it, love. God, you should see what I see.” Tim didn’t skip a stroke, but his other hand was in motion over her torso. Cupping her breast, fingertips splayed over her belly, curling around her back.
Her breasts swayed as she rode him, gasping breaths escaping them both. Fire flashed in her veins and triggered another climax, and Erin rocked in place, torso shaking as the orgasm gripped her tightly.
Then Tim took over, lifting her hips slightly off him so he had room to move. To thrust upward and drive his cock deep into her core. Her sheath squeezed around him, tightening as he forced the pleasure on and on. She moaned, somewhere between wanting it to never end and needing to collapse in the next second.
Then he shouted, slamming them together and arching up to join her, his body shaking as he released control and took his pleasure.
Erin rested her head on his shoulder and unashamedly let him support her. “I give up,” she admitted. “You’ve fucked me boneless.”
“Hmm.” He kissed her temple, running his hands over her hair and her shoulders, her butt resting on his strong thighs, his cock still inside her. “We need to work on your stamina.”
“I think you’re kind of done as well,” Erin teased. She took a deep breath and relaxed further. “At least you’re done for now.”
“For a few minutes, yes,” Tim teased. “I’m not twenty anymore, but I do recover eventually.”
Sleep beckoned. It was too tempting to stay where she was. To roll to the mattress and close her eyes and stay with him, but she couldn’t. Didn’t want to give up that much power this early in the relationship.
The sex had been amazing, but…
Erin rolled her shoulders back and stretched, enjoying how Tim’s gaze instantly dropped to her torso, admiration in his every move. Still, it had to be done. She rose, ignoring the loss of him from her body as she shifted to a sitting position then climbed off the mattress.
Tim reached for her, but she avoided his touch. Matter-of-factly she found her feet and, under the pretense of stretching, got further into a safe zone.
He watched her, a far-too-knowing look in his eyes.
Erin bluffed. “That was great, but I need to be going.”
“Okay.”
She padded from the room in search of her clothes before she started analyzing his comment, or worse, looking for a different response.
It was tempting to grab hold of her and not let her leave. Tim fought with himself, with what he knew about her and what he hoped for their future.
Patience had to be his catchword, no matter how much it sucked right now.
But even if he was being patient, he was going to play all the cards he could. He couldn’t bully Erin into their future and didn’t want to. But he sure as hell could seduce her into it.
He got rid of the condom, chuckling over Erin’s discovery of it. Then he pulled on his robe and slipped out to the living room.
She was tugging her shirt over her head, her pants already on.
“Remind me to pick you for the speed-dressing competition,” Tim teased.
Erin paused, a wry smile breaking free as she straightened and slowed down. “Yeah. I know.”
Tim crossed the room to her side, smoothing her shirt over her hips, touching her softly but intimately. She wanted to escape, so he’d let her. But she wasn’t leaving without enough reminders to make her thoughts turn toward him, toward them , again and again. “No agenda. You set the pace.”
She laughed and tugged on his belt loops. “You just fucked me with your pants on. I was naked, and you were still partly dressed even after I told you to strip. I think me setting the pace is already an illusion.”
“Forgive me for wanting to repeat a pleasant memory.” Tim curled his hands around her torso and settled her against him, legs spread wide so she was cradled tight to his entire length.
“A good memory?” She looked thoughtful, then shook her head slowly once. Paused. “Oh.”
Tim rubbed his cheek against hers. “The first time we made love—I didn’t get my clothes off that time, either.”
Erin nodded, her eyes darkening as she remembered. “And I was completely naked. I seem to have been naked most of the times we’ve fooled around.”
“You do naked very well.”
Then he stopped the conversation before she could twist things or head down paths he didn’t want to discuss yet. Shadowy places in their relationship that they would need to discuss, but not here or now.
Instead, he kissed her. One hand cupping the back of her head, the other resting gently on her hip. Space between them now, only their mouths touching. Tender and passionate, as if he were giving her a piece of his soul to care for until the next time they’d be together.
The idea wasn’t that far off reality.
She matched his intensity, accepting his gentleness. When he pulled away after the final caress of their lips, her eyes were filled with stars.
He walked her to the door. Slipped on his shoes while she got her boots on. Held her hand in the elevator when she snuck her fingers into his.
Then he walked her to the front doors, and he was already tired of that, but it was right. She wasn’t ready for more yet. Maybe neither was he.
But soon.