Searching for Perfect (Searching For #2)(53)
Author: Jennifer Probst

“The nape of the neck. Again, extremely underused. But a woman can feel that touch over every inch of her body, which shoots right to the clit. I bet you’ll prefer the right side again.” He used his teeth and tongue and found the spot. Just as he promised, little convulsions of pleasure shivered through her and settled on the pulsing bud of nerves in between her thighs.

“Please, oh, please, are we done? I need you so badly.”

“I warned you, Ken. I’m not about to rush through when I have you naked and open and under me. Final zone. The lips. Open your mouth for me.”

She did, and he took her in a deep, dark kiss, his tongue thrusting in and out as he deflowered her mouth of any innocence. Pressed into the mattress, her bones liquefied, Kennedy surrendered to anything and everything he wanted.

He slid down her body and used his thumbs to pull her apart. His gaze burned hot and hungry as he studied every inch of her splayed pussy, then blew gently on her open lips.

“Nate!”

“The first orgasm is usually from clitoral stimuli. Let’s see how much we can build it before you explode.” Then his mouth was finally on her, his tongue licking her labia and treating her to a full open body kiss. She cried out and wiggled madly for the pressure she craved, just a scrape and she would—

His teeth gently dragged over the nub and he sucked on it.

She climaxed hard and fast and violent. Spasms shook her and she screamed as the pleasure coursed through her and didn’t stop. Waves of release leaked from her body and he never stopped the gorgeous sucking pressure of his lips, so as she floated down, he forced her right back up and over into another orgasm.

When she surfaced, he was staring up at her, drinking in her expression with those intense eyes that shred past barriers and dove deep. She was too far gone to hide, a delicious languor sneaking into her bones and making her pliant. His low laugh told her it wasn’t over.

“You ruined me. You come as hard as you do everything in life—full force and no holds barred. I’ll have to do that several times a day. Did you enjoy that?”

Her voice broke in a whisper. “Yes.”

“Good. Now on to the g-spot.”

She had no time to protest or beg off. He curled his fingers and plunged inside, pumping in and out until he hit something that burst into streams of fire.

“Oh!”

“Right there.” He smiled with fierce satisfaction and settled into a maddening push-pull of his fingers thrusting in and out of her body. She tried to suck him in deeper, but he kept the steady pace, never losing rhythm, until her muscles tightened and she was drawn as tight as a bow. She panted for breath and unbelievably, another release. “Ah, you’re close, so fucking sweet, come for me again, yes, like that, fuck yes.”

She came again in a long wail.

Kennedy shut her eyes and moaned in surrender. “No more. Can’t, no more.”

Another low laugh. A rip. Then a massive, throbbing cock poised at her dripping center. “Now you’re ready.”

He filled her without hesitation, pushing inch by precious inch until he was buried balls deep inside her. Her head thrashed back and forth at the feeling of being stuffed so tight, there was no room to breathe, no room to fight or hold anything back for herself. But he didn’t care, she tried to buck him off, but he tugged her wrists over her head and held them tight with one hand. “Open your eyes and look at me, Ken.”

She did.

His whole body pressed into every inch of hers. She was pinned beneath him, helpless under his strength, his cock, his burning gaze that demanded she give up everything, right now, right then.

“Tonight, you’re mine.”

He moved. Back and forth, restating his verbal claim with his physical possession and drive to eradicate every memory from her mind except how Nate fucked her, body and soul. As if he realized she needed to be held down, he never let up the grip of her wrists, and she bucked madly upward, demanding more. A groan ripped from his lips. He quickened the pace, his cock driving in and out while he ground against her clit until the tension broke and exploded.

He shouted her name and spilled his seed, his hips still pistoned madly, wringing the last drop of pleasure from both of them. Finally, he collapsed on top of her and let go of her wrists. Kennedy tried to remember how to breathe, and his heart pounded against her ear. His skin was warm and slightly damp, and the musky scent of man and sex rose to her nostrils.

He inched off her slowly, but never broke contact, choosing to roll to his side, their legs still intermingled. Minutes ticked by. Their breathing slowly resumed. Kennedy wondered if she was dead, then realized she didn’t care.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Rest. We’ve just gotten started.”

Dear God.

Nate Ellison Raymond Dunkle was a master.

KENNEDY CRUSHED HER FACE into the soft pillow and sighed. What a perfect dream. Lying on her stomach, she flexed her calf, and the tiny bite of pain in her muscles made her smile. Funny, it was almost like she had sex last night. A lot of sex. The ache between her thighs throbbed for something to fill it. It was still night, and she was so tired and happy, she didn’t want to open her eyes and let reality intrude. An odd fulfillment coursed through her veins and there was no need to screw with it right now. She’d just go back to sleep and . . .

Oh, my.

A tongue ran up the back of her thighs and gentle, but firm hands pushed her legs apart. Her body perked up and slammed into demand mode, wanting more of that teasing, wet kiss. Those hands moved to her ass and rubbed her cheeks, pulling them apart and massaging deep, and the tongue kept stroking, closer to her wet, throbbing center that wept for relief. She bit her lip and moaned into the pillow. Oh, please don’t let me wake up too soon, oh please, oh please . . .

Teeth bit deep into the curve of her ass.

The sharp pain zapped her to attention. She bucked, but the raw shot of pleasure stole her breath.

“How does that feel? Too much?”

The rumble of Nate’s voice hit her ears. Raw images of what they had done together danced in her vision, and suddenly she was wide awake. “Hurts. But then it feels good. What are you doing?”

“Everything. I’ve neglected your rear and that’s a crime. I knew I missed another erogenous zone.”

Her belly dropped. This just wasn’t . . . possible. “You didn’t take a Viagra or anything, did you?”

He laughed low and the vibrations against her skin coaxed another shiver. “I have you. Don’t need it. I studied tantric principles that teach control. A little BDSM. Various postures to ensure full stimulation.”