“You like this, baby?”
“I love it. Never stop. Mmmmm hmmmmm.”
“I aim to please, baby, lieutenant’s honor.” His warm breath made my nipples go harder.
I looked down, watching him as he started tasting me. His mouth firm and strong, but his lips gentle as he licked the tips of my nipples, then sucked. Moving from one breast to the other, staying long enough to give me the pleasurable feeling I craved. He knew what to do to please me, how to touch me, what I needed.
A hum of satisfaction fell from my lips, and he paused for a few seconds to look at me and smile.
“More, baby? I really could suck your tits all night.”
“Yes, more … Caine. Mmmmm….” I begged, my breath coming in jagged gasps as I struggled to talk.
I was close, on the brim of a serious orgasm I could feel rising. This man with his untamed touch had awakened the woman in me. The woman who’d never really known what she was missing.
I arched my back into him when he sucked harder and started working the tips to life with his tongue.
“You’re fucking sexy, Anya.” His voice took on a rasp filled with that dark desire I saw in his eyes.
Picking me up again, he settled me back on the bed. Back on the bed, ready to make me his.
That wicked smile returned to his face when he pulled back and looked me over with satisfaction.
“Your clothes come off this time, mister.” I giggled.
Apart from that day when he’d marched into the motel reception with his shirt off, I hadn’t seen the masterpiece of him. I wanted it now.
“Your wish is my command.” He turned his sexy smile up a notch and unbuttoned his shirt, then practically tore it from his hard body and threw it across the room.
The tattoos were what got me first. The Celtic swirls, and as he shuffled, the dragon that artistically whipped around his back and creeped up his neck. Then there was all that muscle, all those muscles to explore all night.
I could have gotten lost in all of them. Very easily.
My gaze dropped to his pants as he undid his belt buckle and slid back off the bed to remove them and his black Calvin Klines at the same time, along with his shoes.
His cock sprang free. Huge like expected I from what I’d felt through his pants.
I gasped as he reached for me and bit back a whimper when he slid my panties down my legs.
I lay back when he parted my legs and nuzzled his face between my thighs. I knew I was already wet and completely aroused. What he did next sent me over the edge.
He slid his hand between my legs and worked two strong fingers into my core.
I gasped, writhing against his touch, and threw my head back as instant pleasure rocked through me. His caressing fingers made me ache for him, and he could see exactly what he was doing to me.
I grew embarrassingly wet to his touch, but that was what he wanted. He teased the hard nub of my clit, and just when I thought I would go insane, he moved his fingers away, gave me a devilish smile, and returned to drink me.
That orgasm that had been building up reached its pinnacle, and the minute his tongue returned to licking my clit, he had me right there. I pressed back into the bed, crying out as the pleasure took me.
God, it was ravenous. It felt like someone threw fire on me, but there was no pain, only ecstatic bliss and an electrifying sensation that licked at my skin.
Now I arched into the bed. This wasn’t like the other day. The other day, we’d been messing around and trying to be careful not to make too much noise.
This was unreal…
I ran my fingers through his hair, taking my time to love the fine texture and hold him to me as he licked me clean.
Smiling, the devil kissed his way back up to my breasts and kissed the two tight peaks.
While I tried to catch my breath, he moved to the nightstand and retrieved a condom from a packet.
I watched him sheath himself, and I almost came again just from watching him and knowing he was mine. If only for tonight.
If only for tonight.
But… he looked hesitant.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
He took hold of my thighs. “You.”
That was the second time he’d said that to me tonight.
“Me, what me?”
He moved up and planted a kiss on my lips and lingered there. “You drive me crazy.”
“You too.” Evidently.
Taking hold of my hips, he guided himself to my entrance and teased my folds, brushing lightly against me with his heavy erection. I could feel myself growing wetter, getting ready for him in deep anticipation. Caine pushed himself in inch by inch into the core of my heated body, and as he slid in deeper, the tendons on his thick neck pulsed.
He pulled out almost all the way, then plunged in deep, making me cry out in ecstasy.
He filled me right up with the enormous length and thickness of his cock, and I felt stretched to the max.
I moaned against the sensation because I couldn’t lie, it hurt. But the hurt felt good, so good. His hugeness seemed to stretch and devour me all at the same time.
“It’s okay, baby, good girl,” he soothed me, stroking the side of my waist.
I moaned when he started to move inside me, spearing and stretching me, and I melted around him, adjusting to him. It was like my walls expanded to take him. We both felt it, and he sped up a little faster now, giving me hard, rough strokes that rocked my body.
He increased his pump suddenly, and I moaned into the pace he built up as he really started to fuck me.
“You’re pretty pussy feels so good, Anya,” he growled.
All I could do was gasp and keep breathing. “Caine…” I moaned.
My walls tightened around him, and I was certain he felt it because he sped up and started pumping faster, and faster, and faster.
Too fast, too much, too good…
The sounds of us groaning, moaning, and indulging in each other filled the room. Our bodies slapping together as his relentless thrusts rammed into me, hitting my G-spot. Every. Single. Time.
I was there again. He had me right there. Back at the doors of intense pleasure only he could offer. Hunger matched hunger, and pleasure racked my body. He pistoned harder and seemed to get harder inside me. A deep groan tore from him at the same time a soul-shattering orgasm robbed me of my senses and rippled through me on a tumbling wave. Pure pleasure shot through me, raw and undulated, making every nerve quiver with savage energy.
“Fuck,” I cried, and he said something, I didn’t know what, as we came together.
He erupted violently inside me, growling as his cock pulsed.
His pumps slowed to a stop, and he hovered over me, sweat running down the side of his face.
My hair was wet from it too, and my back felt sticky.
He lowered himself next to me, running his fingers over the flat of my stomach.
“God,” he breathed.
“I know,” I agreed.
He kissed the top of my forehead and got up to go to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I might have been wiped out, but I couldn’t help it. I lifted myself up to watch him as he walked out, my eyes glued to his perfect ass. I totally found myself melting again.
And again as he walked back into the room and I looked over the godlike man walking toward me.
He scooped me up into his arms and pressed me against the corded muscles of his powerful chest.
“Again?” he asked. His voice was a velvet murmur. The rich timbre turned me on again.
I looked at him wondering how he even had the energy to talk, but since I wanted him again, I nodded.
“Yes, again.”
Chapter 12
Caine
Again…
And again…
And again…
And still I wanted more from the goddess.
I didn’t know what the fuck the woman had done to me, but she had me wrapped around her fingers an
d licking out of the palms of her hands.
Somehow, I’d slipped from man in control to lap dog last night. I was literally little more than that, and as the hours crept up on us and the time passed, I found myself wishing I could freeze time and keep this night we shared forever.
My heart sank when the sun started to rise. It pierced through the dark blanket of the night and brought on a misty twilight. We hadn’t slept at all, and I’d lost how much times we’d indulged in each other.
I had her everywhere, reveling in my fantasy of fucking her in every room in this house. The only place we hadn’t been was inside the garage, but I’d fix that as soon as I could.
Now she was feeding me ice cream. Anya sat on top of me, naked with her wild beauty. That hair I got to run my fingers through was all messed up with the curls untamed and the ends coiling into the loose waves I’d met her with last night when we were at the club.
As she moved to feed me more, a lock of hair fell over her eye and the curl bobbled in front of her face. It made her look sexier.
God, did she look sexy, and the contrast of her brown skin against mine drove me crazy. Crazier.
She looked like a woman who’d just had wild, hot sex because her cheeks were glowing the color it normally would when she was in the sunlight.
“Eat up,” she said, hovering the spoon in front of my mouth. She giggled when I opened my mouth, but some of the ice cream dripped onto my chest.
“You did that on purpose.”
“I did not.” She laughed but leaned down to lick up the ice cream. Licking and lapping with her gorgeous tongue while her breasts brushed against my skin, nipples hard again. Ready to be sucked. “Or maybe I did,” she purred.
“Do what you want to do to me, baby, no need to make excuses.” This was her indulgence time to enjoy me. I’d promised I wouldn’t interfere or try to take her in all the other ways I planned to because I’d well and truly feasted on her gorgeous body.
I couldn’t resist a good feel of her breasts though as she moved.
I teased the nipple taking the left one between my thumb and forefinger as she licked over me again. The woman was seriously too sexy for her own good.
I loved how we were in our own bubble, like nothing else existed for us outside this house.
Like this was how we were, how we always were, and this was what we had to look forward to every day.
I liked the thought. The thought of her. It more than turned me on. It reached into me, to a place that I seemed to have awakened from last night. It was a place I didn’t know existed. That was the place that kept me wanting more of her. More of this.
I’d never wanted a woman like this, not in this way. The woman who was a challenge, and having her felt just like I’d won some medal of honor. I should know because I had one.
A wicked little smile lit up her face, notifying me that she had some wild, sexy idea.
“There’s something else I want to suck.”
Fuck. My eyes went wide, and I watched her slide down my body, moving the sheets away from us so she could get to my cock.
This was what I meant about her driving me crazy, and she knew what I needed and what I wanted.
I was surprised to see myself hardening up again just at the image of what she was about to do to me. She’d done it last night and allowed me to come in her mouth. When she swallowed it had hardened me up again.
There she went one more time. I didn’t see how this was her idea of indulgence because I knew I would most certainly enjoy it a lot more than her.
I blew out a hot breath as she secured her delicate fingers around the base of my cock.
“You… you are amazing.”
“I know you like this,” she cooed, and I wondered where in the fuck that sweet girl I’d imagined her to be went. It was nice to think I’d done this to her. Broken her and taken her out of her glasshouse, so she could be like this with me.
Just me.
“I love it, baby.” My body responded to her touch eagerly as she stroked me.
I grew in her hands, and she smiled, looking amazed at my thickness. She continued to stroke me until I hardened right up and my shaft strained upward in a thick curve.
I groaned and closed my eyes for a few seconds, savoring the feel of her hands on me. I didn’t want to give too much emotion away, but that was out of my control. Out of my hands. In hers.
When I opened my eyes, I caught the fascinated expression on her face. Fascinated by what she was doing to me. That was when she started pumping the flesh harder moving up and down. Then she shuffled her hair to the other side and leaned down, lowering her head so she could lick the tip and taste me.
Anya lingered on the tip for a few seconds as she seemed to be savoring the taste of me, then her tongue glided up and down my shaft in rasping strokes.
Grabbing the base tighter, she moved closer and took me into her mouth.
I sucked in a sharp breath and smoothed my hands over her head, knotting my fingers through that gorgeous velvet hair of hers.
She sucked harder, forcing more of me into her mouth, and I watched in pure delight as she moved her head up and down the hard length of my shaft as she sucked and devoured me.
Then it was too much. The pumps she made as she worked my balls and the strokes over my length built my release. I’d had her so many times this night, and daylight was on us. But I wanted to be inside her again. Make her my girl, my woman again.
“Baby,” I gasped, cupping her face. She stopped her wild suckle and gazed up at me. “Let me finish in you.”
She smiled at that and stopped me as I was about to flip her onto her hands and knees, so I could take her from behind.
“Oh no, mister, you had me far too many times like that last night. I’m on top this time.” She giggled.
All I could do was stare. The goddess reached over and grabbed the last condom in the box in the nightstand.
“Jesus Christ, Anya, you’re making me crazy.”
“It’s your fault for making me want you.”
She tore at the condom wrapper with her teeth, took out the rubber, and rolled it down the length of my shaft.
I sucked in a breath again, steadying and calming myself. She climbed back on top to straddle me, bold and in control as she guided me straight to her sweet pussy.
Fuck, I slid right into her this time. The silky heat between her thighs captured and held me prisoner to her wild desire. I pushed up into her heated core and adjusted myself, so she could hold on to me as she moved her hips, riding me.
With her arms slipped around my neck, and mine around her waist, we moved together in an erotically wild rhythm beat for beat.
“Caine…” she cried out my name, moaning that amazing way she did.
She moved with me as much as she could, riding me and losing herself in me, but I could see it was too much for her. I could feel the tight walls of her core convulsing around me, showing me how she felt. That was when I took over, holding her firmly, so I could get a good grip. Then I drove into her with that primal, hot, raw need that had owned me since last night.
I couldn’t be any other way with her. Slow was out of the question.
I lost myself in her, lost control and pistoned hard, slamming into her rough and gasping. Delicious friction penetrated every nerve, and the feel of her lush body jolted my senses.
Together we gasped, moaned, and writhed, lost in the sexual heat of this mad embrace as the sounds of passion echoed within the room.
This was what I’d imagined when I’d fantasized about her. This was it.
Damn… I felt it again. My release building up. I never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to be without her, but the pressure that built within me reached its boiling point.
For her too. She was tighter, and the moans that fell from her lips told me she was at the same point I’d reached. I loved when we came together.
And we did. We climaxed together, sharing the pleasure, perfectly giving, perfec
tly taking, both shuddering in the waves of ecstasy.
I held her close, held her against me, both of us covered in sweat with our hearts pounding.
She was the first to move. She ran her fingers across my chin.
“I don’t want to go back.” Her delicate voice quivered, and she looked worried.
“Back where, baby?”
“Out there, to reality.”
I knew what she meant. “Then don’t.”
The corners of her sexy mouth arched, and she leaned in to kiss me.
It was a kiss that made me want to stay here too.
Outside of reality in this thing we’d created.
I wished I hadn’t closed my eyes.
I shouldn’t have. But I was so exhausted I started seeing two of her.
The exhaustion reminded me of one of the worst missions I’d gone to in Afghanistan where I had to take the night watch. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done it before; it was just that particular mission because it felt like none of the guys in that team slept, ever. The guy we were tracking was clever. He’d wait for us to set up camp and settle before he struck. Someone died every night. I was lucky to make it out unharmed.
I knew this wasn’t that, and it was crazy for me to compare, but the worry was the same. If I fell asleep, the night would be over. It would change, whatever it was.
It for me was this need I had for her.
It was what created that disappointment when I did eventually wake to find that she’d left.
The house felt empty, like it never happened. Like she never happened, and I didn’t like it.
I didn’t like that hollow feeling that worked its way into me.
It made me jump on my bike and head straight to the motel.
She was in the office looking exhausted as she looked over some paperwork.
In a simple T-shirt, shorts, and her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, she looked every bit the goddess she was last night.
She was writing down a list of expenses. I saw what she’d written before she noticed me come in. It said What I have to pay.
She looked startled when she saw me and clutched her hand to her chest.
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