Chapter 25
Helen wondered if this was what experiencing a tornado was like. A lovely, amazingly beautiful tornado. That had been fast and hard, but maybe also the longest round of foreplay they’d ever enjoyed. The Twister game earlier, the slight touches, the nearness of him not to mention the scent of Raj wrapping around her as they reached for the dots, had aroused her to the point where…this had happened.
Helen was absently stroking Raj’s back, unaware of the dreamy smile on her features. But he pulled away abruptly. Giving her a soft kiss, Raj went to the bathroom. She heard the water running but he didn’t bother to turn on the light.
She propped herself up on her elbows, wondering what he was doing and…if she should leave? Should she head back to the bedroom she’d slept in last night?
Before she could decide, Raj returned. He was…magnificent. The way his muscles rippled made her mouth go dry even though her body was still humming from the very intense climax only a few moments ago.
Helen was still debating the wisdom of staying when he reached for her.
“You’re thinking,” he commented teasingly, his voice deep and husky. “You should stop that.” That’s when she realized something. He was fully erect again. As Raj pulled her into his arms, kissing her sweetly, she smiled. This wasn’t over, she realized with a burst of happiness. It was all just temporary, she reminded herself, as she pressed closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Their kisses were slow and teasing, both luxuriating in the taste and sensation of their lips together again after so long. His hands slid over her skin making Helen gasp and squirm, such as when his hand cupped her breast. Or when his thumb slid gently over her nipple. Her reaction definitely wasn’t casual!
With every stroke of his thumb, her body ached to have him inside of her again. But Helen knew from years ago that Raj was a slow, determined lover. He liked touching, kissing, and doing wicked, imaginative things with his mouth. She shivered in anticipation.
Carefully, Raj pulled his mouth from hers, moving to her neck and she moaned as he found that sensitive spot right behind her ear. When he nipped her ear, she laughed, then jerked with surprise when his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, sending lightning bolts of need straight to that aching nub that had so recently been satisfied.
Since Helen hadn’t been sexually active for the past five years, on the nights when she didn’t have to work after Angela fell asleep, she’d become a voracious reader.
Pressing against his shoulders, she pushed Raj onto his back, then straddled him. With a smile of triumph, she looked down at the man who had so fascinated her five years ago, and who had haunted her dreams ever since.
“I read a lot over the past several years,” she told him. Warned him. She leaned over and kissed the middle of his chest, then kissed a path to his nipple. She knew exactly how to tease him there because he’d taught her well.
“Helen!” he groaned, his hands diving into her hair.
But she pulled away and looked down at him. “No,” she warned, then grabbed his hands and placed them over his head. When he licked her nipple, Helen gasped and pulled away, staring down at him. She shivered, smiled, and shook her head. “Hands over your head.” She pointed at him, sternly warning him. “Don’t move your hands.”
He chuckled. “You think you’re in control?”
One eyebrow lifted and she tilted her head. “Do I need to restrain you?”
He laughed again, rolling his hips. That swollen nub rubbed against his abdomen and she dug her nails into his chest as the bolts of lust hit her. Biting her lip, she controlled the sensations, then looked down at him again. “My turn,” she whispered. Her mouth went back to his nipple, licking and nipping at him, experimenting until he moaned. She smiled as he writhed beneath her, his arms remaining above his head.
Finally, she moved to the other nipple, licking and teasing. His hands almost came down, but the bulging muscles tightened, keeping his grip of the headboard. Helen enjoyed the fact that he had to strain in order to keep his hands away. It was more of a turn on than she would have anticipated.
Smiling, she ducked her head and moved lower. And lower still!
“Helen?” he groaned in question.
She looked up at him and saw him staring down the length of his body at her with worried eyes. Helen stroked his ridged stomach. “Relax, Raj,” she soothed. “You know you’re going to like this.”
He muttered something in Arabic and Helen ducked her head, hiding her smile. Her mouth kept moving lower until she reached her ultimate goal. She blew lightly on his erection. Looking up at him again, she noticed that his whole body was straining, which made her body tighten in all of those delicious places. Still, she wanted to do this. She wanted to taste him, to feel his shaft throbbing in her mouth. Hovering over him, she stroked his shaft, cupping him lower. He groaned, let out a burst of air, and his body arched, silently begging her. So, she did it. She took him into her mouth and tasted the strength of him, caressing with her tongue, then leaned in, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. It was intoxicating and Helen wanted to reach down between her legs and touch herself, to stroke that throbbing nub. Every inch of her ached for a release even as she tightened her lips around his shaft, sucking, then flicking her tongue against the tip and just under the ridge. She tormented him, squirming with her own need until he could barely stand it.
And then…he couldn’t. He hissed out something that was probably a string of very naughty words. Before she knew what he was doing, Raj had her flat on her back, one of her legs over his shoulder while his other pushed her legs wider. He didn’t even pause before his mouth latched onto her nub. But because she was already so turned on, it took only moments before she was screaming his name, her body writhing with release as she grabbed his head and held his mouth in place while another climax washed over her.
Helen hadn’t even caught her breath as he rolled another condom over his shaft, then thrust inside of her. She screamed, her body convulsing as he continued. In fact, he pulled her across his lap, thrusting into her and holding her in place as he drove into her again and again.
Helen could barely breathe when he finally found his own pleasure, grunting and shuddering, holding her very still for a long moment.
They held still like that, as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over them. Then gently, he lowered her legs and shifted so they were spooning, still intimately connected.
He kissed her shoulders and her neck, then stilled as more small aftershocks hit them. When he finally pulled out, Helen braced herself, unable to handle another climax so soon. He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table to clean up, then pulled her into his arms, cradling her gently as he stroked her back, unable to stop touching her.
Helen was speechless. Had it been that wild, that intense five years ago? She wasn’t sure. It had been pretty crazy, but no, she didn’t think it had been this hot and powerful before.
They remained like that for a long time, silent and satisfied. Helen wasn’t necessarily silent as much as…speechless. Her body still hummed with the after effects of such mind-blowing pleasure. She’d never dreamed that her body could do that, could climax two…no, three times?
She couldn’t even move. Her head was resting on his arm, her back to his chest as his hand stroked her stomach. Helen reached down, grabbing his hand, stopping the caress. Her body was starting to respond and…she wasn’t sure she could do that again so soon.
“Talk to me, Helen,” he grumbled softly in her ear, then kissed the shell.
She smiled, then snuggled closer to him, but kept her hand over his so that he couldn’t tease her.
“I don’t think I can,” she told him honestly.
“Hmmm…I like leaving you speechless. That’s a good sign.”
Helen laughed and cuddled closer.