Chapter 12 #2
Laughing, she stretched out on top of him, turning her head so she could focus her talented tongue on his nipple. As her piercing rolled over his sensitive flesh, he snapped out of the stupor he’d slipped into. His hands found the firm softness of her ass, kneading and stroking.
“Oh, God, I love that,” she whispered.
He squeezed harder. “This?”
She shuddered and sucked harder on his nipple. “Anything to do with my ass sends me straight over the edge.”
The way she said that nearly sent Grant straight over the edge—again.
He’d never imagined being with a woman who was so open and frank about what she wanted in bed.
Abby had always kept him guessing about what she wanted—and what she didn’t.
She certainly had never almost swallowed his cock.
In fact, she’d hated anything oral—giving or receiving.
Grant had just been given a firsthand demonstration of what he’d been missing.
Determined to push thoughts of Abby out of his mind, Grant said, “I’ll have to remember that.”
Her hips moved provocatively over his reawakened erection. “Please do.” She squirmed up a little higher and pressed her lips to his, teasing his mouth with darting strokes of her tongue.
Despite his best intentions, he remembered that Abby had always refused to kiss him in the morning until they’d both brushed their teeth.
Stephanie didn’t seem to give a care about such details as she urged him into a devouring kiss.
The sharp points of her nipples dragging on his chest and the press of her pelvis against his dick had Grant as hard as he’d been before she’d destroyed him with her mouth.
“Condom,” he said between frantic kisses.
She shifted off him, settling on her side with her head propped on her hand so she could watch him. “Hurry.”
On the way to his duffel bag in the corner, he stubbed his toe on a table. “Son of a bitch,” he hissed, hopping on his good foot.
Stephanie’s laugh was low and sexy. “Quite a view from back here.”
After sending her a scowl over his shoulder, he rooted around in his bag, found a strip of condoms, ripped one off and tossed the others on the bedside table.
Feeling like a teenager about to have sex for the first time, his hands trembled as he rolled it on.
When he turned back to her, she held out her arms to receive him.
“Do you want me to kiss it better?”
His cock surged with hopeful enthusiasm.
“Not you,” she said, reaching out to stroke him. “I meant your toe.”
“It’s okay,” Grant said, even though it throbbed in time with his erection. He took her by the hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before her.
Without a hint of shyness, she let her legs fall open, inviting him to take whatever he wanted.
He held her gaze for a long, charged moment before he ran his hands over the smooth softness of her inner thighs.
She sighed in anticipation and lifted her hips in encouragement.
Using his thumbs to open her, he bent his head to taste her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she said, once again surprising him when she pushed his hands aside to hold herself open to him.
With his hands free, Grant slid a finger through her slickness and pushed it into her.
Remembering her earlier statement, he reached under her to squeeze her ass with his other hand.
That seemed to make her crazy as she pressed harder against him, forcing him to focus on the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“There,” she said breathlessly. “Right there.”
He squeezed and kneaded her cheek as he zeroed in on her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he sank two fingers into her.
She came hard, crying out and pulsing around his fingers.
He couldn’t wait to again feel her tighten like that around his cock. With that in mind, he withdrew from her, stood up, arranged her legs around his hips and plunged into her.
Stephanie threw her head back and moaned as he pounded into her.
As if he was outside himself watching someone else, he went at her like this was the last time he’d ever have sex. Fueled by her enthusiasm, he bent his head, drew her nipple into his mouth and bit it lightly, mindful of not hurting her even as he took her fiercely.
“Harder,” she said, startling him.
“Which?”
“Both!”
He bit down on her nipple as he slammed into her again, the bed moaning and groaning under them.
This time when she came, she screamed, a long, keening wail that had his full attention until her internal muscles clamped down around his cock and drew an equally intense orgasm from him. He came like he hadn’t already exploded only a few minutes earlier.
“Oh my God,” she said, breathing hard. “That was unbelievable.”
After he disposed of the condom, he rested on her chest, feeling as if he’d been hit by a bus. “I can’t tell you,” he said, sticking his tongue out to taste her sweet nipple one more time, “how sorry I am that I missed the finer points of that the first time we did it.”
She chuckled softly as her fingers combed through his hair in a loving gesture that further twisted him into knots. She was a study in contrasts, his Stephanie—shouting out orders during sex one minute and soothing him the next. His Stephanie? Whoa, where had that thought come from?
“Trust me, it’s much better with your full participation.”
“We might need to do it again—soon.” He reached beneath her to squeeze a supple cheek. “I don’t think I gave your sweet ass quite enough attention.”
She squiggled and squirmed, encouraging him. By tightening her fingers in his hair, she directed him to her nipple.
He happily obliged, plumping up her breast with his hand and forcing the pebbled tip deeper into his mouth.
“Mmm,” she said, arching into him. “That’s good.”
She made him so hot. He wanted to lick her everywhere, bite her, suck on her soft skin until red welts marked her as his. He’d never before wanted anyone quite so intensely.
They moved together, simulating intercourse. It would be so easy, he thought, to slide into her, but he’d never do that. Not without protection.
“Hold that thought for a minute,” he said, kissing her before he sat up to get another condom.
A sharp rap on the front door startled them.