Chapter 31
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When she puts it like that . . .
I slide down her panties, my breath evacuating from my lungs in a hot rush.
Shyly, almost demurely, she parts one leg only, like she’s offering me a glimpse of the promised land. “We could take your pants off too, Dr. Goodman,” she says.
“And will that turn you on even more?”
She slides a hand between her thighs, running a finger through her slickness, then offering it to me. “You tell me. Is it possible for me to be more turned on?”
Groaning with the intense need to touch, to taste, to have, I bring her finger to my lips and suck. My eyes roll back in my head, and I savor the sweet and salty taste of her. Pleasure rattles through me like a train barreling down the tracks, speeding around curves and blasting down the straightaway.
I let her finger fall from my lips then move to her bra, unclasping it and freeing her gorgeous tits.
And because the lady gets what the lady wants, I stand up to strip. “So you think this will get you going?” I tug off my pullover shirt, keeping my gaze on her as I go.
“Yes. So much yes.”
When I pop open the button on my jeans, she slides her eager hand between her legs and starts playing.
I growl because it’s so ridiculously sexy to see Sloane on my bed, naked, exploring her body. I shuck off my jeans and shed my boxer briefs, my cock springing free and greeting her with a proper salute.
She gasps, and her noise of appreciation is like a full day’s injection of pride. She’s seen me before, but the fact that she likes the view that much is everything my ego could ask for.
And maybe a little more.
I move to the top of the bed, stroking my cock once, twice, bringing a bead of liquid to the head.
She licks her lips, asking for it. I swipe the drop on my thumb, then run my thumb over her bottom lip. She moans obscenely, and I could come in seconds from those sexy sounds.
I reach for the dolphin and slide next to her, my hard length nestled against the soft, smooth flesh of her ass. “Spread your legs.”
She does as asked. I drag the head of the toy between her legs, gliding it across all that slick, slippery wetness. She arches her back, bowing up against it instantly. She’s like a violin, and I feel like a virtuoso already. I want to hear the music she can make. I want the symphony of her pleasure echoing across my bedroom. “Hold on to the headboard,” I tell her.
She reaches up, clasping her hands around the slats. “Why?”
“It’ll give you something to do with your hands.”
She smiles at me. “Look at you, always thinking.”
“So you don’t have to. Just feel .”
I rub the shaft across her center, getting her used to the feel, the size, the shape. If she’s only ever come from a vibrator before, there’s no need to pull out all the stops the first time around. My mission? Ease her into it. Get her there. Step by step. Orgasm by orgasm. I intend to build her up so that she can fall apart every single time with me.
“I want tonight to feel familiar to you. I want you to feel comfortable. To know you can get where you want to go. That’s why I’m going to fuck you with this toy before we have sex again.”
As she starts rubbing against the shaft, I turn on the dolphin head, sliding the buzzing nose against the delicious rise of her clit. The second, the very nanosecond that the toy makes contact, she lets out a primal groan.
It’s long and needy. A plea for pleasure.
I heed it, stroking the toy against her. Sliding it up and down until she’s writhing. When her breath turns uneven, when her hips lift faster, I slide it inside.
She groans as I go deeper, the sounds turning me on even more, and I didn’t think it was possible to be more aroused. But hell, my dick is throbbing insistently against her lush body.
Sloane turns her gaze to me. Her eyes are rimmed with sex and lust. “That feels so good. I want you to fuck me so hard with it, Malone.”
My temperature? It’s forest-fire levels now. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
I switch my position, moving to kneel between her legs and get a better angle.
“Yes.” She lets out a guttural moan as she rocks against the vibrator. I follow her cues, fucking her with the toy. We quickly find a rhythm, a fast and feverish one. That’s what this woman wants, and that’s what I’m going to give her. She grips the headboard more tightly, her veins visible in her arms from the intensity. Her eyes squeeze shut, like she’s chasing the edge of pleasure.
“You look so fucking sexy,” I rasp as she grinds down on the toy.
“I feel sexy with you.” Her words tumble from her lips, and if I were a betting man, I’d put all my money on the fact that Sloane is not thinking a goddamn thing right now.
She’s feeling.
Feeling spectacular, I suspect.
She keeps rocking, thrusting her hips. “So good. God, it’s sooooo good.”
It’s almost like she needs to say the words to remind herself. Maybe so she doesn’t get lost in her head again. Her legs fall open wider, her hips go wilder, her breath comes faster. Her lips part beautifully, and she murmurs.
Wanted you.
Wanted you to fuck me.
For so long.
Oh my God, for so long.
She seems to lose herself in the rhythm and the words. She can’t seem to string them together, but she can’t stop talking either, and it’s an exquisite sight—Sloane losing her mind with impending ecstasy.
Wanted you.
Pictured you.
Harder.
Faster.
Yes, oh God, yes.
The sounds she makes are telltale. Her breath races. Her chest flushes pink. Her moans come from deep within her. Everything looks and feels so goddamn different from the other night. “Malone,” she whispers, her voice breaking, wobbly. “Kiss me.”
I don’t need any greater command. I move up and seal my mouth to hers as I fuck her with the vibrator.
She shakes. She shudders. She trembles from head to toe. The kiss lasts all of five seconds because as soon as our lips touch, her mouth parts in an O. She falls silent, the quiet before the storm.
A small cry. A gasp. A whoosh of air.
She moans, her voice full of filthy wonder, rich with dirty joy. “I’m coming.”
This.
This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Sloane, losing control, for real.
Coming undone with me, for me.
As her voice breaks and she hits that high, I know with a crisp certainty that I want to do this to her again and again.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
* * *
Soon enough, she comes down from her orgasm, her eyes flickering open, looking sex-drunk and happy as a cat stretching in the sunniest spot in the house.
Slowly, I ease the toy out of her, setting it on the bed.
“Thank you,” she whispers, and it sounds full of reverence, as if I’ve given her a great gift.
“All I did was hit the on button,” I say with a playful shrug.
Letting go of the headboard, she sits up and grabs my face. “That was everything. You made me feel like I was flying. Like I was free. Like I could let go and give in. I’ve never felt that . . . open.”
Holy hell.
I’m king of the world.
She makes me feel ten feet tall.
She slides her hand down my body. Her soft hand on my hard cock is too much. It’s going to unravel me, make me lose all willpower.
But we aren’t going there yet.
I shake my head, removing her hand. “We’re not having sex.”
“Please.” She wiggles against me, and I nearly surrender. I’m ready to throw my plans out the window just to get inside her.
But that’d be selfish. I can’t stick my dick inside her to get off.
When I sleep with her again, I need to believe I can send her soaring. “We need more practice. I want to make you come in every other way first.”
She pouts, then drags a hand up her belly, tracing a seductive path along her flesh. Stopping between her tits, she plays with a hard nipple. “You don’t have to put your cock inside me.”
My mouth goes dry as she slides her other hand between her legs, stroking a few times before she brings it between her breasts, coating them with the evidence of her own orgasm. “Why don’t you fuck me here?”
I’m a lightning bolt of lust.
What am I going to say to that but hell to the fucking yes ?
In no time, I straddle her, slide my hand between her legs to gather more of the goodness, then slick some along my cock. She pushes her breasts together, and I jerk forward, sliding my length between those gorgeous globes.
It’s the most perfect valley, and when her tits cradle my dick, I’m sure, I’m positively fucking sure, it’s not going to take me long at all.
Because I’m a gentleman, I give her a warning. “This is going to be pretty fast.”
She lifts her face, her lips all swollen and sexy. “Come quickly. Come slowly. Just come on me.”
True to my word, I’m nearly there already. A couple of thrusts, a couple of strokes, and my already aching dick is singing a happy tune, ready to blast off. My vision blurs, and my world spirals into pure bliss as I come on her chest.
The release is exhilarating and exactly what I need.
I shudder, grunting her name, grunting God’s name, panting hard. She reaches down, drags a finger between her breasts, and shoots me a naughty stare as she licks her fingertip. “Maybe I just wanted to be a dirty girl.”
“You picked the right guy. Now let’s clean you up.” I take her to the shower, and I wash her off. She seems to savor the attention, and it makes me realize there’s nothing at all wrong with her.
Sure, she might think too much.
Yeah, her brain can get in the way of her body’s wishes.
But maybe that’s because she hasn’t found the right person to give her everything she deserves.
Or hasn’t until now.