Chapter 5
Chapter Five
W hen Clay returned from the bathroom, Saskia lay sprawled on the bed, the sheet covering one leg and half her body, leaving a breast bared to him. Like a satisfied succubus, a sweet smile curved her lips.
She opened her eyes when the bed dipped as he knelt on it. “That was hot and quick,” he murmured. “Now we’ll slow everything down.” He grinned, pulling the sheet aside until her beautiful naked body lay before him, her spread legs inviting him. “You said you needed more orgasms.”
She smiled as he came down on top of her. “I could definitely use another. Maybe two or three. Or four or five.”
He laughed. Then he kissed her, tasting her sweetness, losing himself in that kiss for long, glorious minutes before he trailed kisses down her throat to the swell of her breasts. “I’m sure we can make that happen.”
Closing his lips around the tip of her breast, he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the tight bead. She moaned, and her arousal scented the air, her skin heating. He was suddenly so hard, he wasn’t sure he could take it slow.
He’d never felt this needy for a woman. Not that he’d ever been an insert-tab-A-into-slot-B kind of guy.
But he’d never felt like this, entranced by the fragrance of her skin, the sweetness of her in his mouth, the silky feel of her against him.
He’d always striven to leave a woman satisfied.
But this was more. This was wanting to taste every inch of her, to mark her indelibly, to be able to wake up at night and hear her moans in his ears.
Sliding a hand down her body, he traced her quivering skin until he dipped between her legs. She was so wet. He could take her now, and she would want it. But he needed to make her come over and over before he took his pleasure.
He played her lightly, felt her squirm beneath him, and relished her one word. “Please.”
He played, slowly stoking her fire. She moaned and arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth as her body dragged his fingers deeper too. With his stroke across her G-spot, she quaked against him, but he was out again, caressing that sweet, hot button between her legs.
Until finally he crawled down her abdomen, kiss after kiss, taste after taste, lick after lick. Then he lay between her spread legs, her body open and begging for him.
She cried out the moment he put his mouth to her. He sucked, swirled, made her writhe, and slipped one finger, then two, inside her. She shimmied and rolled, tossing her head on the pillow, her hair flying across her face.
That was what he wanted. To make her forget everything but this.
Licking, stroking, circling, he felt her body heating around him. She raised her legs to lock them low across his back, holding him close as she rocked into him.
Little pants puffed from her lips, and her legs tightened around him, her muscles quivering. Then her body clamped hard around his fingers, and she cried out, thrashing beneath him, her climax rolling through her and into him.
This was how she’d felt around him, dragging him in, squeezing him hard. If he’d been inside her now, he would have come right along with her. His instinct was to rear up and slam into her. But not yet. She had to come a few more times.
She had to come screaming his name.
Saskia collapsed on the bed, her body still firing with little explosions.
Now that she’d never experienced before.
And Clay wasn’t done yet, she could tell.
He lapped at her lightly, keeping her needy and close to the edge.
Her body wanted to come again. Her lips wanted to beg. But her mind needed to collect itself.
She touched his thick, silky hair. “Come here.”
He crawled up her body like a predator. Clapping her hands to his cheeks, she pulled him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips, his rock hardness probing between her legs.
She whispered, “Wow,” against his mouth.
“Good?”
He didn’t need affirmation. He damn well knew he was good. Maybe he wanted to hear her beg for more. She would, but for something else she wanted just as badly.
“Very good,” she told him. Then, pushing his shoulder, she rolled him to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his legs. “Now I want this.”
She wrapped her hand around him, stroked him. He was thick, hard, ready. Spreading his legs with her knees between them, she curled over him, licking him like a lollipop.
He growled. “I need to make you come several more times before you do anything to me.”
She didn’t say a word, just took the very tip in her mouth, sucked hard, circled him with her tongue. Then backed off to say, “I’ll stop just before you come.”
He half groaned, half laughed. “You really are going to drive me crazy.”
She smiled. Like a succubus. “Maybe just drive you.” Then she dipped over him once more, taking just the tip, driving him insane with her whirling tongue.
His groan told her how much he liked it.
Her fingers around his shaft, she pumped him gently as she worshipped his crown. Reaching between his legs, she squeezed him. His body arched off the bed, his words a garbled groan. “Christ. Please. Don’t make me come yet.”
His legs tightened around her, and he rocked in time with her movements. Then she took her hand away, slid all the way down, taking all of him, and he gasped for breath. Again, then again, until he throbbed in her mouth. Only then did she back off. “Are you ready to come?”
He laughed, the sound strangled in his throat. “You do know how to tease a man.”
“It’s only a tease if I don’t intend to follow through.”
He leveled a look on her. “Do you?”
She smiled, its wickedness filling her. “Oh yeah.”
He moved quickly then, flipped her to her back, came down on top of her, their bodies at an angle across the bed.
His fingers between her legs, he played her until she was the one going crazy.
He swallowed her cries with his mouth, kissing her, his tongue delving deep the way she knew his body wanted to.
With both hands, she pushed on his shoulders, because she couldn’t breathe, because she needed , and another blissful wave rolled through her body.
She thought he’d enter her then, but he only rocked between her legs, letting the sensations flow through her.
Then he said softly, “This is how we’re going to do it now. Slow and sweet. Making it last forever.”
Saskia trembled, knowing it would be better than anything that had come before.
He grabbed a second condom packet, tore it open, and rolled it on.
“I’m going to make this so good for you.” The gleam in his eyes echoed the promise.
Then he draped her legs over his haunches, his erection rising between them, beckoning her.
He slid inside her, slowly. Just when she thought he’d slam deep and hard, he stopped. Smiled. And rocked gently right there at her entrance.
It was mind-blowing.
She moaned, looked at him through her lashes, her voice like gravel. “Oh my God. That’s too good.” He rocked over her G-spot, the slowness of it driving her crazy. Her body quaked, and her legs tightened against his sides, quivering. “What are you doing to me?”
“I told you.” His words were a low growl. “Slow and sweet and good.”
She sucked in a breath, arched her body, grabbed the pillow beneath her head with both hands. “So perfect.”
His eyes glittered. “Do you want me to make it even better?”
Her words came out in a gasp. “You can’t possibly make it better.”
But he smiled, like the devil she knew he had to be. “Oh yeah, I can.”
Then he put his hand between her legs, stroking her with his thumb. Everything inside her went up in smoke. Because yes—God, yes—this was so much better.
She stopped looking at him, stopped thinking about him. There was only the feel of him inside her, the caress of his thumb on her, and the sensations rolling through her.
She tossed on the pillow, her movements somehow making everything better. Fisting her hands in the covers, she wrapped her legs around him, tried to pull him deeper.
But his body resisted. There was just that slow, seemingly endless stroke across her G-spot and his thumb making her utterly insane. He was so right. This was so good. She’d never felt anything like it with anyone ever.
She panted, she wailed, she begged. The climax built inside her, quaked through her body, and burst like an imploding star. She screamed, her body bucking. Cried out his name.
Then he slammed home, taking her hard and fast. It was so good, so perfect. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it bad, so bad.
She didn’t know whether she said the words, or they just rolled around in her brain.
His relentless pounding somehow kept sensation flying through her, on and on.
Tears leaked from her eyes, and she dug her fingernails into his arms. She grabbed his butt, pulling him deeper, forcing him to a relentless, pounding pace.
She opened her eyes to see him rear his head back as he growled and groaned and came hard inside her. It felt as though he were filling her up. Despite the condom.
They came together. Endlessly. Blissfully.
Until he collapsed on top of her, his body still quaking, hers still quivering.
She whispered against his ear, “You’re right. That was good.”
Better than good. The best ever.
When Clay came to, he lay flat on his back, Saskia cradled against him, one leg over his thighs, her foot tangled between his calves. The room was steamy with sex.
His body buzzed in the aftermath. She’d said it was good. He couldn’t remember it ever being better. Maybe it was the adrenaline from that near miss out on the street. Maybe it was the beers he’d drunk without eating lunch.
Or maybe it was just their off-the-charts chemistry.
Her breathing didn’t have the rhythm of sleep, so he asked, “Are you hungry?”
Her groan rumbled through his chest. “I’m starving.” She looked at him, her eyes dark and expressive. “I haven’t eaten all day. I was working so late last night, then I slept almost until I went out for coffee.”
“I wonder if they have room service here.”
She grinned. “I happen to know they do. I’m dying for a hamburger. With French fries.” Then she laughed. “I can never eat the whole thing. Will you share with me?”
He was ravenous enough to eat two burgers, but he said, “I can share.”
She scrambled out of bed, naked but not self-conscious about it, her skin the pearly pink of good sex. While she grabbed a menu off the desk, he strode into the bathroom, cleaned up, and was back before she’d finished perusing the menu.
He flopped down on the bed beside her. She hadn’t even pulled up the covers, as if her nakedness didn’t bother her at all. He liked that she wasn’t embarrassed about what they’d done.
And they still had another condom.
It was dark outside, but he didn’t glance at his watch. He didn’t want to know how much time he had left with her.
He’d called her insatiable. But she’d made him insatiable.
Her eyes glowed when she looked at him. “The half pounder with extra pickles.”
He’d take it any way she wanted it. “Absolutely.”
She called in their order, then grinned at him. “They said fifteen minutes.” She waggled her eyebrows. “What can we do in fifteen minutes?”
He loved the way she thought. “I could make you come again.”
“Let’s see if you can,” she challenged, her eyes glittering.
He met the challenge twice over, and in less than fifteen minutes.
When their meal arrived, Saskia ducked beneath the covers, and he pulled on a robe from the bathroom. The waiter laid the tray on the desk as Clay fished in his pants for the tip.
After the young man left, Clay carried the tray to the bed, setting it between them as Saskia sat cross-legged, the sheet draped over her. Dipping a French fry in ketchup, she popped it in her mouth, moaning as she chewed.
Holy hell. The sounds this woman made.
Instead of cutting the burger in half, she took a bite, then handed it to him. It was so damned intimate, sharing bites, handing the burger back and forth, feeding each other French fries. Until the plate was empty.
She flopped back on the bed. “I needed that so bad.”
He needed the taste of her, the feel of her. It was still dark. Maybe not even past midnight. They had all night.
With the plate scraped clean, he carried the tray back to the desk.
“I’m going to use the bathroom.” Jumping from the bed, she closed the door. He heard water running. Not the sink but the tub. He waited. Then she opened the door, steam billowing out, her body wrapped in a towel.
“They have the biggest tub in here.” She crooked her finger. “Let’s take a bath.”
He’d do anything she wanted. The water was almost too hot, but she sank into it as if it were the sweetest luxury she’d ever known. She squeezed shampoo from the minuscule bottle, and bubbles rose in the water.
Climbing in, he slid down behind her, pulling her flush against his chest.
She stretched. “I do so love a bubble bath after a long, hard day.”
“I love a bubble bath after good, hot sex.” Not that he’d ever indulged.
She laughed. “I like it then too. But it has been a long, long time.”
He still marveled at that. How had the woman gone without sex for five years? He wanted to make sure she never had to go without it again.
Then he remembered. Only one night.
He had to make it so good she’d change her mind.
Starting his campaign right then, he smeared bubbles over her breasts, gently tweaking the tips between his fingers, sliding his hands down between her legs, until she writhed against him.
They played with each other, her taking him in hand, stroking him, bringing him to the edge but not pushing him over. He repaid her in kind, making her tremble and beg until he pulled away. They teased, touched, stroked, licked, sucked. And kissed. Such slow, delicious kisses.
Until neither of them could stand it a moment longer.
Standing, water streaming down his body, he pulled her up with him, then stepped out of the tub.
He dried them both with the big, fluffy towel, and she moaned as if it was foreplay.
Then he hauled her up, drawing her legs around his waist, and carried her to bed.
Letting her slide to the mattress, he came down on top of her, spread her legs, and tasted her, loving the sweetness of her skin, the fragrant scent of her, the way her body quivered when she was ready to come.
This time, he didn’t stop, instead taking her over the edge, feasting on her as she cried out his name.
He would make this last all night.
And hopefully far longer.