Chapter Seventeen #4
She gritted her teeth as the heat teased her like an invisible hand.
The yearning was unbearably erotic, driving her crazy, making her weak with desire.
Her whole body grew tired of fighting the strange and wonderful sensations that had been attacking her all night.
She desperately wanted to give in to them.
And still he ignored her. He was an excellent masseur. An arrogant, manipulating bastard, but an excellent masseur nonetheless. She couldn’t stand it any longer.
“You could try…” lost in sensation, she was unable to form a coherent sentence “…asking. Apparently you don’t know how to do that.”
He paused from his massage of her leg. “Yes.”
“Hades!”
He had inserted a finger inside her. He wasn’t waiting for an answer.
“I’m asking. Say yes, Elena.”
His way of asking was unfair and unethical. She must have mumbled those words; she wasn’t sure. The pulsing heat caused by the lotion, his slow and knowing hand, every fiber in her was shouting yes. She was drowning, her mind steeped in pleasure, and not caring to come up for air.
“Be persuasive, Elena. Innovative negotiation, as all GEM operatives know,” he mocked her. “Sometimes, no words are needed, sweetheart.”
To make his point, he scooted lower in her bed and leaned down.
Helen could only watch helplessly as his head dipped in slow motion, as if giving her a chance to stop him.
She couldn’t. She wanted him. Too late. His mouth made contact where his hand had been, his tongue taking over what his fingers had been doing.
Helen squeezed her eyes shut. Too much. No, it was just right.
It was very obvious that he knew how to please a woman.
He kissed her like a lover who knew his partner’s body too well, nibbling the sensitive flesh and rolling his tongue lazily across her nub.
Over and over. He was thorough as he built the pleasure to a feverish pitch, guiding her to that edge of madness.
Biting down on her lower lip, she let out a long mewing groan throatily as an orgasm crashed through her like rolling thunder.
Her body had wanted this for so long that it was determined to keep the orgasm going for as long as it could, fighting her need for control, sweeping her and holding her in a haze of pleasure until she thought she would die from not breathing.
“Is that a yes?” His husky voice finally penetrated her senses, a soft hush over the monotone of the sound wave from the brain entrainment machine.
She was still trying to catch her breath, her body giving small spasms as the pleasure lingered. And lingered. She was still hot, the heat building up again. She made another sound of rage when he blew on her softly.
“No answer?” he mocked. “But I have all night to persuade you. More?”
More meant more lotion. His hands were all over her, traveling slickly up her belly, under her T-shirt to her torso, till he cupped both her breasts possessively.
He played with her nipples as his mouth went back to pleasuring her.
The lotion took effect almost immediately, overwhelming her until all she could feel was the heat, his hands and his mouth.
By the time he’d stopped, she was weak from pleasure and desire, and still she remained unsatiated, as her body ached for more. She wanted more.
He slid up her body. She heard a sharp tear and registered vaguely that he was destroying her favorite old T-shirt. His mouth caught her right nipple, pulled on it with his teeth. Just like in the dream. Oh, God. Only the heat was doubling the pleasure. And also the hunger.
“Please,” she gasped out, no longer caring about pride.
He slid up higher. “Is that a yes?”
She would think of revenge another time. Right now, there was another urgent need, one that had nothing to do with maiming or kicking or any of the horrible, painful things she’d thought of doing to his body.
“Yes,” she panted out. “Yes, yes, yes. Happy now?”
“Only if you are, sweet Elena. No more negotiations and no more words.”
And with that his legs parted hers even more and he reached down. She felt him nudging her. Probing. Invasive. Oh. Oh.
“Ohhhh…”
She had never felt like this before. Her heightened state of sensitivity, along with the heat from the lotion, and the inexorable friction of flesh against flesh, brought on another instant orgasm as he pushed inside her.
For a long moment he lay on top, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, his breath warm on the side of her face, flexing inside her, evidently enjoying her body’s internal rhythmic response.
“I like the real thing better,” he finally said, and started moving.
She moaned as he pulled out, desperate to circle her arms around his waist and pull him back. Every stroke was agonizing delight. It was as if he was driving heat into her and it was spreading like wildfire. Uncontrollable. Burning down every one of her mental defenses and barriers.
He laced his hands with hers and she felt her arms moving outward and upward till they were over her head. At the same time he pushed deep inside her. His mouth bit her neck, sucking gently at another sensitive spot.
Spread-eagled, vulnerable, and she didn’t care. She cried out again when he pulled out.
“Shhh. We have a few hours, Elena. Patience.”
His promise didn’t sound comforting at all.