Strip Tease (10 page)

“Maybe we should remedy that by indulging in
each other,” she whispered against his throat, her lips pressing
against the warm skin. His pulse pounded beneath her mouth,
matching the rhythm of her own wildly beating heart. Anticipation
filled her.

It had been too long since she’d been with a
man, she hadn’t lied about that. But secretly, she was glad. It
would only heighten tonight’s experience with Nate, make it that
much more intense.

That much more delicious.

Releasing his grip on her, he took her hand
in his and headed toward the hallway. “Come on.”

Desire thrummed through her veins as she
followed him, his long fingers wrapped so tightly around hers. His
touch made her heart skip. His closeness made her tremble. No man
had ever made her feel this way and it surprised her, threw her off
balance.

Normally she’d be leery, afraid of her out
of control emotions. The old Janelle would’ve bolted rather than
take a chance.

Tonight, there was no way she was leaving.
She had a feeling it would be an evening she would never
forget.

Nate’s room was dark, though the blinds on
the window were cracked, allowing thin slivers of pale moonlight
into the room. He led her inside, stopping at the foot of the giant
bed and drawing her close.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured,
his sensuous mouth dipping close to hers.

“So why are you?” He was right. She really
shouldn’t be doing this either. If he backed out, she’d feel like
an utter fool.

He moved closer, his breath fanning across
her mouth and she tilted her head. His lids were lowered, his eyes
dark and sexy as they watched her. “Because I want to.”

Not allowing her to reply, his mouth found
hers, soft and damp. She parted for him immediately, their tongues
meeting, tasting.

Janelle moaned into his mouth, unable to
control her reaction. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she
snuggled closer, absorbing his heat, desperate to feel bare skin.
She slipped her hands beneath his shirt, pressing her fingers into
the heated skin of his firm back, stroking his smooth flesh.

A shudder moved through him and she let her
hands wander around to his front, her fingers skimming the rippled
planes of his stomach. Breaking their kiss, she whispered, “Take it
off.”

Nate didn’t hesitate. He yanked the shirt
off with one hand, tossing it onto the floor and hauling her back
into him.

She rested her hands against his chest,
testing his muscles, brushing her fingers through the smattering of
dark hair that grew there. She always thought she preferred a
smooth chest, but there was something so masculine, so sexy about
feeling the crisp curling hairs beneath her fingertips.

The man could kiss, too. The things he did
with his lips, his tongue. Oh, and his hands. Those hands were
everywhere, searching, smoothing over her backside, sliding up her
waist, cupping her breasts. Her nipples ached for his touch, ached
even more for his mouth and she moved against him, suddenly
restless.

“Let’s get rid of this,” he said, tugging on
the flimsy fabric of her dress.

Stepping away from his embrace, she reached
behind for the zipper and tugged it down as far as it could go. She
slipped the straps of her dress off first one shoulder, then the
other, teasing him.

Referring to old dance moves. So completely
unoriginal.

Glancing up, her gaze met his and she
realized he didn’t seem to think her moves were unoriginal
whatsoever. He watched her with passion-filled eyes, his chest
rising and falling with each rapid breath. Her gaze trailed
downward, taking in the unmistakable bulge straining against his
fly and she stood straighter, allowing the front of her dress to
fall forward.

Without a bra to protect them, her nipples
puckered in the cool night air and under the heated gaze of the man
who watched her. He sucked in a loud breath, his fingers flexing
and a wave of power washed over her. That she could make this
strong, controlled man react to her in such a way.

Smiling, she settled her hands at her waist,
playing with the fabric that rested there. Swiveling her hips, she
tugged the dress down, past her waist, over her hips, along her
thighs. Beneath the dress, she wore a pair of black cotton panties.
Nothing outrageous, nothing too sexy.

Though they were soaked through and through.
He’d probably find that pretty damn sexy.

Janelle released the dress, allowing it to
puddle at her feet before she stepped out of it, kicking it to the
side. She stood before him in her panties and sandals, and when she
bent and reached for her ankle to take her shoe off, he stopped her
with a muttered, “Keep ‘em on.”

Standing straight, she kept his request and
strutted toward him, deciding to play this up as much as possible.
The heels, her near nakedness made her feel sexy, made her feel
like a goddess.

Circling her arms around his neck, she
flattened against him, her breasts pushing against his chest, their
bare skin meshing, nearly lighting aflame.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, dipping
his head and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

She couldn’t answer. Instead, she showed her
appreciation for his sweet compliment by kissing him. It
intensified in an instant, stealing her breath, making her heart
thunder against her ribs.

His hands went to her waist and he guided
her, walking with her until the back of her calves hit the side of
the bed and then she was falling, landing onto the mattress with an
unladylike grunt.

“Hey.” She rubbed her backside, glaring up
at him. There was nothing sexy about what just happened.

He grinned, looking like the cat that ate
the canary. “I have you right where I want you.”

And then he took off his trousers, revealing
strong thighs dusted with dark hair and black boxer briefs which
covered his jutting erection.

She sighed with pleasure at the sight,
propping herself on the pillows, her mouth watering. She wanted to
taste. She wanted to tease.

Nate crawled onto the bed, over her until
they were face to face. His cotton covered cock brushed her belly
and she arched against him in invitation, causing his eyes to
close. Breathing deep, he exhaled slowly and opened his eyes, the
dark brown depths glittering with unrestrained need.

“You make me want to lose all control and we
haven’t done anything yet.”

His admission surprised her, warming her
heart when her heart should have nothing to do with this.

Pushing the foreign emotion out of her mind,
she smiled up at him, stretching beneath him like a cat. “What are
you waiting for?”

“I have no fucking idea.” Nate slid down her
body, raining a path of kisses along the way.

Down her throat, across her collarbone and
over her breasts. She held her breath and bit her lower lip,
watching as he circled first one nipple, then the other with his
long, wet tongue, his lids lifting to catch her staring.

His eyes never leaving hers, he enveloped
one nipple between his lips, sucking lightly, twirling his tongue
around the aching bud and she shifted against him, closing her
eyes, completely lost. Pleasure filled her as he continued his
undivided attention to her sensitive nipples. She curled her
fingers in his hair and clutched him as if she never wanted to let
him go.

With a subtle shift and gentle hands, she
tried to guide him down her body. Taking the hint, he kissed and
licked her stomach, his tongue dipping into the tiny shallow circle
of her navel, making her giggle.

Growing anxious, her giggle faded and she
twisted her legs beneath his. Knowing he was so near, so close to
the source of her hollow ache, she wanted to feel him there. Have
his mouth settle on her scorching hot center, licking and searching
her, bringing her the orgasm she so desperately wanted.

Nate didn’t disappoint. He nibbled the
waistband of her panties, pressing his face against her and
breathing deep. “You’re so wet.”

Yes, she was. Soaked beyond measure,
embarrassingly so. But there was no room for embarrassment now, she
wanted him too badly.

Nudging the fabric of her panties aside with
his index finger, he revealed her to his gaze, pressed a kiss to
her mound and she jumped. He parted her with his tongue, searching
her folds with long, slow licks and she signed.

Nothing had ever felt so delicious. Waves of
pleasure consumed her with his every lavish stroke, her impending
orgasm teetering on the edge and she smiled dreamily, wanting to
reach it slowly, wanting to savor it.

One long thick finger slipped inside her,
then joined by another, resting there, testing her, stretching her
and she moved against him. He pumped his fingers in and out of her
while his tongue circled her clit with quick flicks. She shattered
beneath his mouth almost instantly, crying out into the quiet
night, tremors overtaking her body as the intense orgasm shook her
to her core.

Nate kept his pace, wringing the climax out
of her until she felt like her bones were made of jelly and she
would seep into the mattress. With one last lick against her
pulsating clit, he withdrew, moving up her body to embrace her,
pressing his mouth against hers.

She could taste herself on his lips but she
didn’t mind. His thick cock brushed against her belly insistently
and already she wanted him again. Thrusting against him, she
circled her hips, making him groan low in his throat.

“Do you have protection?” No matter how much
she wanted him, she didn’t plan on being stupid.

“Bedside drawer,” he said through gritted
teeth, moving so he could press heated kisses to her neck.

Janelle turned to the side and reached for
the drawer, tugging it open and feeling around until she came
across a little foil pack. Closing the drawer, she handed him the
condom, then went for the waistband of his boxer briefs, yanking
them down as low as she could. He helped her, shimmying his hips,
kicking them off with a frustrated growl and she laughed, she
couldn’t help it.

It felt good to laugh. With him.

“You’re laughing at me?” He smiled, tearing
the condom open with his teeth and moving away from her so he could
sheath himself.

“Your frustration is cute.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t think it was cute if you
were me.”

“I’m here to satisfy,” she said with a purr,
wrapping her fingers around his thickness, stroking up and then
down with a smooth, fluid motion. She brushed the head of his cock
with her thumb, smearing the creamy liquid that pearled at the
tip.

A strangled moan escaped him before he
murmured, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

Nate grabbed her about the waist and rolled
onto his back, allowing her to settle on top of him. Her hair fell
down around her and she bent toward him so it hung over his face
like a curtain. “Letting me be on top, hmm?”

“You thought I’d be the type who likes to
take control. Well, right now I’m letting you call all the
shots.”

“Past experience always taught me this was
the lazy man’s way out.”

His eyes darkened and that sensuous,
delicious mouth tightened. Even a little angry, he was sexy. “My
past experience taught me that most women prefer to be on top. It
allows them to control their own pleasure.”

A wave of fierce possessiveness consumed
her. She absolutely hated the thought of him being with someone
else. Having sex another woman, allowing her to be on top...

Shaking her head, she forced herself to
stop. “How thoughtful of you.”

“That’s me. A regular, thoughtful guy.” He
thrust against her, his cock nudging her damp curls and she gasped
in anticipation.

He was huge. Long and thick, she knew he
would be amazing. Sitting up, she grasped his cock and guided him
toward her, settling over him with one smooth stroke.

Thrusting his hips, he filled her to the
hilt with his cock. He throbbed inside her, so big, so hot. She sat
upon him, paralyzed, amazed at how good he felt, how so utterly
right
it was.

“Ah God, Janelle, you’re so tight.” His face
was a mask of raw desire, a faint sheen of sweat covered his
forehead and she bent over him, brushed her lips against his in a
gentle kiss. His mouth clung to hers, his hands smoothing over her
and she’d never felt so cherished.

Slowly she began to move, riding him,
controlling her movements, not letting him go too deep or too fast.
Big hands cupped her breasts, sure fingers twisting and pinching
her nipples and she gasped, her belly flooding with heat. Already
another orgasm was about to take over and send her straight toward
bliss and back.

His pace increased, his hips lifting,
sending his cock deeper inside her and she relished it. Faster and
faster they moved, their sweaty bodies clinging, their heated
breaths mingling, the unmistakable scent of arousal filling the
air.

“I’m so—close,” she whimpered, resting her
palms on his broad chest, her movements quickening with their every
stroke.

“Let go, baby,” he breathed, his big hands
crushing around her waist, guiding her, lifting her up and down
upon his glistening cock.

Tilting her head back, Janelle lost herself,
the orgasm washing over her with so much force she almost forgot
how to breathe. Her limbs frozen, she experienced each tremor with
acute clarity, her belly and sex clenching fiercely over and over
again.

“Ah Christ.” His muttered expletive caught
her by surprise and then he groaned her name, his body arching
beneath hers as he came. She opened her eyes, watched in mute
fascination as his climax overtook him. Loving the masculine beauty
of his face wrenched with agonized pleasure, his body gleaming with
a faint sheen of sweat.

She’d never witnessed anything like it
before. She wanted to see it again.