by Mia Watts
“I love you, Mina,” he murmured.
He’d have missed the catch in her breath if he hadn’t surrendered all his senses to worshipping her every nuance, every textured sigh, every unconscious adjustment of her body into his arms.
Her jaw lifted, tipped and bumped low on his cheek as her lips sought his. She swayed against him. She rewarded him and weakened him when her soft breasts brushed his chest, teased him with puckered points.
Stroking upward to her shoulder blades, he encouraged the contact. He groaned when her arms lifted to his shoulders and her breasts flattened against his chest, unobstructed by more than their thin cotton shirts. His lips closed on her earlobe. With another languid sweep of his hands to her hips, he pulled them until they bumped his thighs and his throbbing cock pressed hotly against her softer belly.
Mina’s mouth opened over his neck, tasting and lightly scraping with the edge of her teeth. Hot, wet, sucking. His cock jumped against her, impatient for naked contact and another fiery, succulent invasion that would climb his shaft and ripple her passage with ecstasy.
“We should take this to the bedroom,” she said, breathlessly.
Obeying, he lifted her leg to his waist. She hopped, wrapping both limbs around his torso as he headed down the hall to the single bedroom.
“Condom?” she asked.
He groaned, dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “I didn’t come here to seduce you,” he said.
They stood in the threshold, the king bed at her back. Derek couldn’t believe he hadn’t brought one, but he hadn’t been expecting sex. He’d come by to talk through the things he didn’t understand. To see where they stood and whether or not Henry would be a complication. To know why she’d run from him. And, damn it, why he couldn’t let her go without a fight.
“I have some in my dresser. Top left drawer,” she said.
He hugged her tighter, relieved that he wouldn’t be leaving with an ache, pleased that even with time to think, she still wanted him.
“Thank God,” he rasped, quickly carrying her to the bed. He came back with an accordion of condoms.
“Expecting a lot of play, are you?” she asked.
Her full lips widened into a smile. Propped up on her elbows, her eyes shined dark and sultry. Her breasts lifted with each breath, pushed her nipples into the thin material of her white shirt, the dusky pink points clearly visible. Her pants had dropped low on her hips, leaving her abdomen and lower torso exposed.
Her smile widened and humor twinkled in her eyes. “You should see your expression.”
“You should see yours.” His unruly cock swelled heavily. The giant chocolate dick look. Fuck that’s hot.
“Oh?”
She looked him over, lingering on the unmistakable bulge in his jeans and stopping on his lips. “Please don’t make me wait for you.”
“No, ma’am.”
Derek pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion. Her eyes rounded and she reached for him. Toeing off his shoes and socks first, he popped the button on his jeans and stretched out by her side, naked.
She raked her eyes over him. Catching her bottom lip, she studied the lines of his body. Her lips parted when she found the thick, ropy proof of his desire. She extended a tentative finger and coasted her nail over him from tip to base, then gently cupped him lower.
He stayed completely still, letting her look, letting her see the desire he had for her, both through his body and the hunger in his eyes.
Mina lay back. Lifting her hand to his cheek, she said, “You’ve barely kissed me. Haven’t touched me at all since that night in your lab.”
“Forget the lab. This has nothing to do with the lab. I want to get it right.”
“You aren’t sure how the parts fit together?” she teased.
He chucked a grin. “Oh, I know how it all fits together.”
His flattened palm rested between her breasts and he dragged it steadily to the hem.
She licked her lips. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m afraid I won’t show you exactly how special you are to me, how you deserve to be loved.” Leaning down, he kissed her, lightly probed her mouth with his tongue, licking at her sharp gasp of pleasure. Derek pulled back enough to speak. “Making love to you means more to me than raging lust.”
Mina’s expression sobered. A trace of fear wrinkled her brow.
He kissed the worried spot. “I want you. All of you.”
Anxiety tickled Mina’s belly. All of her? Her body, he meant, surely. He didn’t mean all of her. She could concede her body, but her heart shriveled like a coward afraid to face the light of truth. She could pretend, and know that she pretended. His hands were on her to replace Henry’s with a touch she craved. She could do that without examining it more closely. Let the child in her lick at the lollipop without handing over the stick. Appease the desire for him and hope it would be enough.
It would have to be enough. “Take me,” she said, the words sounding like a hopeful question, filled with unspoken fears she hadn’t meant to reveal.
Link’s fingers skimmed her bared belly. Goosebumps rose over her body and pinched her nipples tight with desire. “Happily commanded, my love.”
Her body sighed into his kiss and he answered with a throaty murmur of pleasure. No longer chaste and careful, his mouth took hers in deep stormy strokes of lips and tongue. His teeth scraped her bottom lip and parted for more.
Mina’s mind blanked of all but him. She tangled her fingers in his hair, desperate to hold him to her. To get more of him, taste more of him. Her nether lips throbbed for his attention and her mind split between the perfection of his kiss and the slow climb of his hand beneath her shirt.
His hand closed on her breast. Mina gasped, breaking their kiss. Link devoted himself to her neck. He found and locked on to each shivering nerve, which flamed her blood to awaken her skin into hot, needy pools at nipples and sex.
Cool air touched her torso. Coarse hair and hard muscle lined her ribs on one side as her shirt disappeared without her notice. It no longer mattered if this completed the second part of his experiment. Mina had to have him. Had to have the experience with him. She would deal with the consequences later. This she could hold close to her and play back when need for him demanded the movement of her fingers over her flesh in poor imitation.
He banished her thoughts before they could materialize into emotional pricks with soft caresses to her breasts. He stroked them with the backs of his fingers, traced them with light wispy touches, cupped them and kissed them with words of praise and longing.
The ache grew between her legs. Derek smoothed his hand down her middle and eased them apart again, petted her strip of pubic curls with tickling fingers.
He’d avoided her nipples and she whimpered when his breath fluttered over one, causing it to throb in time with the clenching of her core. “Please, Derek. Please.”
Accepting her plea, his mouth captured her straining tip. Mina cried out, reveled in the hard press of his nose and chin in her softer flesh when she arched up. His tongue danced, flirted with her nipple, stopping to flick, leaving her desperate. She writhed, grabbed his hair in fistfuls and held him firmly to her breast, where arching against him hadn’t increased his contact.
A chuckle vibrated the peak and he tasted in earnest, sucking her deeply, rolling, flicking, and catching her nipple between his teeth with careful stinging pleasure. His fingers stole between the lips of her sex to plunge sharply into her vagina, pumping into her pelvis with clever fingers—knowledgeable, wise, relentless, wicked fingers. He ignored her clit, which was unsheathed, begging for attention.
Her breath stuttered when climax swelled up inside her. Her hips lifted and she thrust against his hand, blindly seeking completion at his fingers. Never before had she climaxed internally. Always she had depended on stimulation to her external nub and his deft, sure strokes commanded that she come for him until her body could only obey as wave after wave of orgasm took her into a g
asping pit of pleasure.
Derek held himself in check. His cock thickened and lengthened as he withheld his own pleasure to witness hers. He couldn’t mess this up. He had to prove how important she was to him and if making her come into the wee hours of the night was what it took, he’d do it, damn it. She wouldn’t be able to deny the truth of his feelings no matter how frightened she was of them.
He kissed her lips tenderly. “Ready for more?” he asked as her final spasms squeezed his fingers.
Her lashes lifted in surprise. “I’m ready for you.”
Liking the sound of that, he smiled. “Not yet, love. I have more to give you.” Derek petted her damp mound, thumbed the sensitive crease where hip met sex and the sweet skin high on her inner thighs. He massaged it, pleased when she moaned.
“I want you inside,” she said.
“I promise it will happen.”
She reached between them and squeezed his cock. Derek moaned and thrust experimentally into her hand. It was a mistake. Restraining the urge to flex again caused sweat to break out on his temples.
“Come to me,” she whispered.
Her eyes glazed over. Derek kissed her, licking against her teeth and swallowing her moan when he shifted over her to lie between her legs. Mina’s hot sex tempted him to take now and slow down later, and he struggled to unwrap her legs from around his waist. Sliding down, he took the neglected nipple into his mouth. He cupped her other breast and pinched the tip. Twisting it and pulling it gave him more of her unrestrained whimpers.
“Want me, Mina. Want me like I want you,” he whispered around her delicate peak. The tiny point rubbed his lips as he spoke, a small feminine erection that teased him until he suckled her in heated passion. Scraping his teeth over it, he relished her unconscious shudders while being careful not to bite too hard.
“Oh, God, Derek. Fuck me. I need you.”
Closer. The words were closer to what he wanted to hear, but said in the heat of passion. Would she mean them later, when the glow of orgasm released her?
“I want all of you,” he repeated. He wouldn’t give her the choice of misunderstanding.
Derek sank lower, tasting the gentle dip that centered the length of her torso between her ribs. Drawing up one of her legs, he draped her knee over his shoulder.
“I’m going to taste you.” His breath caressed moist curls. She smelled like arousal in earthy, salty tones of woman and sex. His mouth watered to take her. Looking up her body he watched the rapid lift and drop of her full breasts. Her body was his for the taking. Would her heart follow? God, he hoped so.
Closing his eyes, he pressed his face to her weeping cunt. She wept for him. Clenched for him. Cried out for him to fill her. Begged for it. Her body craved for him to plunder her. Derek at least had that. It was an improvement from impersonally called greetings in the sterile hallways of the university.
He moaned into her folds and Mina squirmed, wiggling her sweet pink petals tighter against his face. He licked his lips, brushing her clit in the process. She yelped and whimpered. Her fingers found and twisted in his hair for the second time. Mina’s desperation encouraged him.
“Mina,” he called softly, allowing his lips and breath to huff against her secret places. She said his voice made her wet. Derek decided it was time to see how much.
He called her name, his dark baritone vibrating intimately against her. “Oh, God.” The muscles of her cunt squeezed tight.
“Relax your fingers, love.”
She began to, but his tongue lashed out over her nub and she flexed them again.
“I want to taste you. Sit on your hands, darling. Don’t remove them until I say.”
Mina obeyed, reluctantly.
“Good. Now then, where was I?” He lowered to her aching pussy and murmured low and hot. As he spoke, his lips and tongue flickered across her aching flesh, his breath teasing her with every provocative word. “Blushing. Liquid. Do you know how badly I want to fuck you? Do you, Mina? Want to hear you scream. Your pussy is clenching. I can see how you want me. You’re going to squeeze my cock every time I take you. You’ll feel my balls slapping against you here,” he said, his tongue licked out over her perineum
Her nerve endings rioted in wave after wave of dark lust, hotly spoken words, elaborated lip and tongue movements as he spoke just to pleasurably torment her; knowing he watched every play of muscles in response to him, and approved.
“So wet. I think you do like my voice. You know what I like?”
“What?” She’d give him anything he wanted, so long as he didn’t stop. Her vagina tingled, heated both from breath and arousal. The anticipation held her captive on the butterfly fluttering of pre-orgasmic release.
“I like watching your hot little cunt.”
It clenched emptily, seeking.
“Yeah, like that.” His tongue laved her.
Mina cried out. It was the first lengthy contact he’d given her eager pussy.
“Mmm. Cream for me Mina. Make it easy for my cock to stretch you, slide into you. I’m going to fuck you, Mina.”
So close. She was so close. If he would just—
His mouth closed on her. Her abdomen tightened in senseless appreciation for his plunging tongue. He detoured, clamped on her clit, sucking her delicately.
Her cries filled the air with urgent, rhythmic panting. His teeth lightly closed on her nub as he loudly demanded that she “come”. Derek held the mmm sound, vibrating her until mouth, words, teeth, oscillations tore her climax from her. She lost her voice to the intensity of firing nerves and hot, spilling desire for the man nestled between her thighs.
Derek rose up on his knees. Grabbing a condom, he sheathed himself. She wanted to touch him, but he hadn’t told her to move her hands yet. Instead, she hoped her eyes expressed it for her.
He smiled softly. “I’ll let you play later. This moment is for you.”
He slipped his hands beneath her bottom and entwined their fingers. Lifting her hips to him, he shifted until the tip of his cock pressed the open folds of her sex. Her breathing bottomed out in sharp pants. The erotic image and heated look in his eyes as he looked back at her from behind a fringe of fallen blond hair would be etched in her memory forever.
“Do you know how sexy you are? Do you know how much I want my cock to brand you until you can’t think of another man inside you? I want to fuck my way into your heart. I won’t stop fucking you until I’m there. Just so we’re clear.”
His hips bucked forward abruptly, embedding him to the hilt and stretching her needy channel with his silken, steely length. She tightened on him. His lust-filled eyes closed on a groan as his head fell back.
He held her like that, lifted, open, filled with his muscled body rising like a pillar between her legs while her cunt clamped on him greedily. It was the image of a humbled god. His muscles flexed in sharp delineation over his chest and shoulders, arms and abdomen while he held their bodies still. His throat, thick and corded, chin jutting upward as every facial angle pulled into tight ecstasy. Her thighs, lifted to his ribs, were open to him where the dark blond matting of his public hair brushed her darker curls above her stretched sex. She could see her clit peeking between her pussy slit, so recently appeased by his beautiful mouth and already demanding satisfaction from the skill of his cock.
Derek lifted his head, looking down at them. He lowered her thighs and canted his hips until every part of her hungry cunt rubbed firmly against him. And then he pounded into her. His cock rammed her womb, spiking her into sharp cries of pleasure and coasting back at an angle to tease her clit. Twin sensations claimed her.
“Derek!”
He grunted. Thrust harder. Held her tightly as he slammed into her with great friction-filled thrusts. She came, sobbing his name, reveling in the pleasure of watching him abandon himself within her, shouting his release.
Mina freed her hands and pulled him down so their bodies were tightly pressed together. She buried her face in his neck and tightened
her arms around his shoulders. She couldn’t stop the tears. They took over the minute she realized he had done exactly as he’d promised and scribed his name upon her heart with the tender skill of a lover, even before he’d ever touched her.
And if it had been part of his experiment, then he might as well kill her now because the damage to her soul would be permanent.
Chapter Seven
Mina tiptoed out of the room, grabbing some clothes on the way. They’d made love—she couldn’t call it sex with her heart involved—all night and well into the next day. He’d let her touch and taste his body until he was on the verge of coming and then took her again and again. They’d barely stopped to eat and bathe before falling exhausted into bed.
And then her mind had kicked in.
Mina dressed quickly in the small living room. Her body throbbed pleasantly. Sore, but satisfied, she knew she had to get away in order to think. Any conversation with him now would be touched with the intimacy of what they shared. If he’d been trying to prove his second theory, he’d done it. Sex had been so much better—the heights so much higher—when he’d involved her heart.
The emotional capacity to love and achieve sexual fulfillment to such a degree staggered her. Would he be able to detach himself easily? Move on to the next conquest, the next exploration of the female orgasm?
Oh God, just the thought of his hands on another woman made her want to throw up. But the other parts, his mouth in an intimate kiss, his body in a sexual dance over and inside another woman, made her want to scream with frustration.
Mina hadn’t planned on going back to the office, but she arrived there. Her fingers held the doorknob to her unlocked office while her mind replayed other things she had touched, and the strangled groans rewarding her curiosity.
Her nipples beaded and with a weak mewl, she released the knob and walked backwards into the wall opposite her door. The hallway, lit by dimmed alternating fluorescent panels, illuminated enough to vanquish shadows, but not enough to suggest others were in the building with her.
