After This Night (Seductive Nights #2)(29)
Author: Lauren Blakely

“Are you touching yourself, Clay?” she asked as her fingers flew across herself.

“Do you want me to be? You can’t see me.”

“I know. But I can picture it. I want to know that your c**k is f**king your fist right now,” she said as she rocked her h*ps into her hand.

“You dirty girl with a dirty mouth,” he said, with utter appreciation for the way she talked.

“I am, and you love it,” she said, and the moment shifted from her submissiveness to her taking over somehow. He hadn’t expected this, but then, she had a way of surprising him. “You love every filthy word from my mouth. You love watching me f**k myself, don’t you?”

“God, I f**king love it so much,” he said, hitching in a breath, and pleasure ripped through his bloodstream at the sights and sounds. “I can’t think of anything that can get me off more than the woman I want f**king herself in front of me,” he said, as he unbuttoned his jeans, slid down the zipper and let them fall to the ground. “I’ve been dying to know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off to me. Now I’m going to find out,” he said, rubbing his c**k through his briefs. He wanted to close his eyes and give in to the pleasure, but there was no way he was missing this moment as her fingers raced across her swollen lips. “Show me. Show me now,” he said, as he pushed down his boxer briefs and took his c**k into his hand.

And there it was. A loud cry of pleasure. An exquisite moan as her back bowed and her h*ps shot up into her hand, her fingers flying fast and furiously. “This,” she said, breathing hard, and erratic. “This is me picturing you licking me, eating me, f**king me, taking me. Any way you want. That’s what I’m imagining now, Clay. Oh God, I want you so badly to f**k me now.” She gasped, and her words were drowned out by her cries of pleasure as she rocked into her own hand, coming hard and beautifully for him.

In seconds, he was over her, untying the blindfold, watching her eyelids flutter open. Her pretty green eyes were hazy with lust. Never had he seen more heat in her gaze than in that moment. She’d loved every second as much as he had. He locked eyes with her as he reached for her hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on her index finger first, then her middle finger, licking her from her fingertips down to her knuckles so he could taste every drop of her.

“Perfect. You’re so f**king perfect,” he said, as he savored the taste of her desire in his mouth.

“Do you like?” she asked, all breathy, awash in the afterglow of her orgasm.

He shook his head, moving closer to her. “I love,” he whispered, pressing the word softly against her lips. He kissed her eyelids, his way of telling her thank you for trusting him. Then he kissed her cheek, her neck, and her ear. “You’re beautiful all the time, and so beautiful when you come with me.”

“So was it everything you hoped it would be? Your fantasy?”

“Gorgeous, you are my fantasy come true,” he said as he grasped her hand and wrapped it around his erection. Immediately, she stroked him, her soft fingers providing some kind of relief. He drew a deep breath, fueled by the electricity that shot through him from her touch. “I want to see those lips wrapped around me.”

She let go, grabbed his hips, and pulled him down to her, lifting her mouth to him. The moment she made contact, he grabbed the top of the lounge chair. He had to hold back because all he wanted now was to f**k her mouth hard, and come in her throat. His bones were humming, his blood was rushing thick and hot, and he wanted the same release she’d had.

“No,” he said, stopping her a few seconds later.

“Why?”

“Because I want it like this,” he said and pulled her up to her knees, then pushed her down on all fours. “Because I need to touch you at the same time.”

He guided his c**k back to her lips, and she opened wide, taking him all the way in, her warmth surrounding him. He gripped the back of her head with his hand, her hair spilling over his fingers as he moved in her mouth. He slid his other hand along her back, enjoying the soft, smooth skin, then down to her ass, spreading his hand over one perfect check, and squeezing.

She caught her breath from that motion, even with her mouth full. He dropped his hand lower, slipping it between her legs. “Think you can handle being touched again right after you came?”

She nodded.

“Good. Because I was so jealous of your fingers the whole time I was watching you, and now I want my hand on your sweet pu**y,” he said, sliding his fingers over her lips, from her cl*t down through her wet folds, rubbing her in circles. She began to respond by rocking against his hand, moving her ass against him all while sucking him hard and as deep as he liked. Soon, he started to feel the build in the base of his spine, the threat of orgasm within his reach. All he had to do was thrust into her inviting mouth, let her take him as she wanted to. Every instinct in him said to keep f**king her mouth, especially given how she pushed back against his fingers, rocking into his touch. But that pu**y, that delicious, beautiful pu**y, was where he wanted to be right now. He gently reached for her, cupping her cheeks and pulled her off of him.

“You have no idea how much I want to come in your mouth,” he whispered, holding her tight in his hands.

“So do it. I want to taste you. You know how much I love tasting you.”

He shook his head, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. “I want to look at you when I come. I want to watch your face when I make you come again. I want to be inside you.”

She drew in a breath, and sighed sexily. “That sounds pretty damn nice too.”

He sank down on the end of the chaise lounge, and shifted her on top of him. He reached for the blindfold behind him, and dangled it between her br**sts. “I like my gift so much, and there’s one more way I want to use it.”

She somehow sensed his need before he told her, because she moved her arms behind her back, aligning her wrists along her spine. “Is this how you want me?”

“Yes,” he growled. “This is one of the fifty million ways I want you.”

“Are you going to tell me all the other 49,999,999 ways?” she asked playfully as he looped his arms around her.

He smiled as he tied her wrists together, and bound her forearms, until they were neatly restrained along her back. “How is it possible that you can do this to me?”

“I think you’re doing things to me,” she said, her lips curving in a grin.