by Megan Hart
Lina shattered and exploded, then fused together in the blue white heat of her climax.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was grinning, damn him, the same old cocky grin. She couldn't bring herself to be angry with him, though. Not after coming so fiercely. Hell, she was lucky she could keep her eyes open.
"I didn't forget what you like," he said.
"I can see that."
"But I think I might've forgotten how you taste," Gavin said.
Lina drew in a breath at the implication of his words. "Think so?"
He answered by bending to take her nipple in his mouth. He suckled gently. She wouldn't have thought she could be aroused so soon after such a magnificent orgasm, but her cunt throbbed happily in time to the movement of his mouth. She was close already. She wasn't often multi-orgasmic, but tonight, Lina was pretty sure she wasn't done yet.
Gavin left the softness of her breast for the firmer section over her ribs. His lips nipped and tickled, and she squirmed.
"Don't make me restrain you for resisting," he told her, and again she heard no teasing in his voice.
He hadn't been in uniform, but she didn't doubt he could find a way to keep her still without handcuffs. Lina stopped wriggling even though his mouth on her skin was torture.
He continued kissing down across her belly, over the bone of her hip, across the curve of her thigh. She waited tensely for him to find her clit with his tongue. He paused, teasing. She felt his breath touch her.
He pushed himself between her legs and knelt there, supporting his weight on his arms. Lina kept still. Gavin put one hand on each side of her clitoris, spread her, then licked her.
Lina sighed. His tongue stroked her, first on one side, then the other. He kept the same steady rhythm he'd made with his thumb. Then he stopped. Waited for her reaction.
Lina puffed out some air from between her lips, but didn't speak. She didn't move. It was what he'd told her to do, but she could sense his dissatisfaction with her response, and it pleased her. Let him work a little harder for it.
He bent back between her legs, and Lina bit back the moan that threatened to escape her. Her clit pounded beneath his lips, not quite a climax but more like aftershocks from the first one continuing. Gavin paused, his lips pressed lightly to the sensitive bud, and she could tell he felt her twitching.
Was he smiling? She felt his lips curve against her, and that final, small movement sent her over the edge. She came slowly, languorously. Her orgasm rippled through her like waves lapping at the shore. She sighed and arched herself against his mouth. Her hands found the coarse thickness of his hair.
Gavin pushed himself up on one arm, then moved up the bed toward her. His eyes searched hers for a moment, and he opened his mouth as if to speak. He shook his head briefly, and closed his mouth.
"What?" she asked.
Again, he shook his head, but then spoke. "Maybe I should go."
At his words, her contented sleepiness vanished. She couldn't bring herself to say anything. Lina pulled the sheet up to cover herself.
"I shouldn't have come here," Gavin said. "But when I saw it was you tonight, I just...I had to..."
She bit her lip and watched him struggle for the right words.
"I've been driving fast on that stretch of road for three months," she confessed.
He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes to look at her. "Really." Not a question.
"It wasn't an accident you pulled me over tonight, Gavin."
His tongue swiped across his lower lip, and the sight made Lina's breath catch in her throat. The dim light shining in from outside the bedroom made her think of how they used to make love by candlelight. Always by candlelight.
"You could've just called me," he said at last.
She thought of the times she'd put her hand to the phone, only to put it down before she could dial. "No. I didn't think you'd come here."
His hand ran up her thigh. "What did you think I'd do?"
"Truth?" She laughed. "I didn't think you'd do anything. I just... Oh, Gavin. I just wanted to see you again. Just to see you."
She couldn't call the words back, and she didn't want to. He stared at her for a moment before dropping his eyes to where his hand rested on her skin. Again, he licked his lip. His brow furrowed. He was thinking.
She reached out to touch his hair again, then rested her hand on his cheek. She couldn't remember ever giving him such a tender caress, and yet she'd done it twice tonight. Theirs had always been an antagonistic relationship, fraught with the fear of hurting and being hurt. She began to pull away, but his hand on hers stopped her.
"Lina." Just one word, her name, but it spoke volumes.
She'd never seen him hesitant before. It moved her, the way he tilted his head and moved closer, slowly, as though she might bite him instead of kiss him. His lips pressed hers. Her mouth parted, and again she tasted him. The scent and taste of him filled her and satisfied a craving she hadn't realized she'd had for the past year.
She wouldn't let him leave. Not now. Later, perhaps, when dawn streaked the sky and good sense returned, but not now. Now was for taking chances.
She pushed at his chest with her hand, and when he moved away, she followed. She didn't break the kiss. She ended up straddling his hips, the sheet an inconvenient bundle between them. Her breasts crushed against Gavin's chest. His hands found her waist, but to push her away or to pull her closer, she wasn't sure.
Lina took her mouth from his and bent to brush her lips along his ear, his jaw, the curve of his neck. She took his skin between her teeth, nipped and sucked until she heard him moan, and then she stopped to soothe the tiny hurt she'd caused with her tongue.
She felt him rise beneath the sheet. His erection nudged her backside, and she wriggled a little to allow it to slide between her thighs. The sheet bunched up around his cock, but was a welcome cushion against her still-sensitive clitoris. She could tell the barrier frustrated him, but she didn't move the sheet away.
Gavin's hands slid up from her waist to cup her breasts. Lina arched her back, and Gavin bent his head to take one nipple in her mouth. She pulled away and laughed silently at his muffled noise of protest.
She slid down his body and took the sheet in her teeth. She ought to have felt silly doing it, but she didn't. She pulled the sheet away and exposed his thick, hard cock to the air. She let the sheet drop and sat back to admire him.
He crossed his arms behind his head and looked down at her. A faint smile tugged at his lips, one she didn't return. She only looked.
"What?" he asked, almost, but not quite uncertain. Or maybe uncertain, but pretending not to be.
"Just looking," Lina replied. She reached out one finger to stroke the length of him. With two orgasms, her urgency had abated. Her clit still throbbed and beat in time with her heart, but the fierceness of it had softened. She felt like she could go all night now.
Gavin ran his tongue across his lips. His eyes closed, briefly, when she wrapped her fingers around him and gave a gentle squeeze. She stroked the head of his penis with soft fingers, then cupped the weight of his balls.
She loved his cock, the way it throbbed beneath her touch, the way it filled her. In the past year, she'd forgotten his favorite color, the breakfast cereal he preferred, the password to his email account. She had not, however, forgotten the taste of his flesh.
Without a second thought, Lina bent her head and took him into her mouth. He slid deep, deeper than she'd expected, and she opened herself to him as best she could. His groan told her she'd done well. His ass rose from the bed, just a little, as he nudged himself further into her mouth. She released him, then went down on him again, taking him in as far as she could while her hand still kept up the gentle pressure on his testicles.
Lina put her other hand on his stomach and let her fingers toy with the coarse hairs there. She drifted lower to the thick dark pubic patch, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock as she continued to
suck him. She stroked and suckled in tandem while her other hand found the base of his balls and the smoothness there. She pushed, gently, and felt the beat of his heart answer her touch. He was close.
But she wasn't ready to have him come. Not yet. Not so soon. Lina sat back and looked again at his penis. It glistened in the dim light. She looked at Gavin's face. His eyes were still closed, his jaw clenched, his neck arched. He'd thrown one arm across his forehead.
He opened his eyes to look at her. "Lina."
Again, her name, as though he knew how the sound of it on his tongue made her wet for him. Lina reached into the bedside stand and pulled out the familiar foil packet. She'd thought ahead, been prepared, even though she hadn't imagined needing protection.
She tore it open and slid the condom onto him, then slid herself on his length with a smooth motion that seemed to surprise him. He arched his back, and his hands found her hips. His sigh turned into a moan as she wriggled.
"Damn." A curse or a prayer. It sounded like both. He thrust upward, into her.
She was so wet there was no resistance. Her vagina enclosed him, embraced him. She lifted herself on her knees, then slid down again, settling herself against the mound of his belly.
Gavin put one hand on her shoulder and pulled her down toward him. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her. Hard. His tongue swept inside and echoed the thrusts of his penis below. The duel sensation of him fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time made Lina's clit begin to heat again.
She didn't think she could come again. It was too soon, and she'd been too thoroughly sated. Still, she couldn't resist the sensation that urged her to roll her pelvis so her sensitive bud pressed more firmly against him. Gavin slipped his thumb between them. The pressure was almost too much, nearly painful, and she gasped.
Lina moved her hips and slid him inside and out, let herself rock along his length, and let her clit press and move away from his thumb. His hand on her hip moved down to cup the curve of her buttock and help her rise and fall, impaled on the hardness of his cock.
Time seemed to slow. All that mattered was the feeling of his cock inside her, the press of his thumb on her swollen bud, the feeling of his hand cupping the soft flesh of her ass cheek. Gavin's lips captured hers, his tongue stabbed into her mouth, his hand on her shoulder kept her unable to move.
He'd taken control, as he always did, and it was about to send her over the edge. Lina pulled away and pushed back. She wiped the edge of her mouth and ceased the rocking motion of her hips. She looked at him.
His eyes were glazed with passion, and he asked her again. "What?"
She shook her head. "Let me make love to you."
"Isn't that what we're doing?" His sly grin made her vagina contract around his erection.
"No." Lina ran her finger across the softness of his lips. When he tried to take her finger in his mouth, playfully, she pulled away.
"No?"
Again, she shook her head. "Let me make love to you. Without you taking over. Being in charge. Let me...please you."
He nudged himself upward as though he couldn't help himself. Probably he couldn't. His face and the throbbing of his cock told her he was very close to coming. Lina kept herself still by clenching her thighs on his hips.
"Maybe I should restrain you," she said thoughtfully. "It might be the only way."
He didn't seem to like that idea. "Only way to what?"
She bent forward, but didn't let him kiss her. "To fuck you without you being in control," she whispered. "You're always in charge, Gavin. Don't you ever want to let go?"
His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "I don't know what you mean."
She rocked her hips and felt him shift inside her. In response, Gavin put his hands on her waist and thrust as best he could. She stopped moving and put her hand to his chest.
"See what I mean?" She asked. "You can't just lie back and enjoy yourself. You have to work."
"I want it to be good for you," he said.
It was probably the most painfully honest thing he'd ever said to her, but she didn't quite believe him.
"Bullshit. You like to be in charge. It's why we...it's why I couldn't..." She paused, considering what to say and then deciding there was no sense in playing coy. "It's why I left you a year ago. Because you always had to have things your way, to be in charge. You never let me take care of you. Never let me inside you. Never let me love you."
He flinched at the word. She saw him, but refused to be offended. Instead, Lina reached up to stroke his cheek for a third time that night.
She rocked her hips again and felt him pulse within. "Gavin, it's no good if you have to be on top all the time."
"I'm not on top now," he said, but she refused to be swayed by that cocky grin.
Lina bent to nuzzle his ear. "Put your hands on the headboard."
He did as she said, and even wrapped his fingers around the twisted metal rods that formed the headboard's design. Lina slid her hands over his arms and tapped his hands.
"Don't let go unless I tell you to."
He blew out a gust of air that turned to a slight moan when she clenched his cock inside her again. "Why not tie me up?"
Lina shook her head. "Because you'd never let me do that. Besides, it's much more difficult this way." She gave him a sly grin of her own. "If I tied you up, you'd have no choice but to do what I say. This way, it's all up to you."
He groaned again as she lifted herself up and down on his hard length. "When did you get to be such a hard ass?"
"A year without sex could make any woman a hard ass," she told him.
Her admission must have startled him because his eyes opened wide, but Lina gave him no time to comment. She leaned down and took his slightly opened mouth with hers, and enjoyed testing his strength of will as she delved between his lips with her tongue. She felt this shoulders twitch, but he didn't move his arms to embrace her. He thrust upward, into her, but she allowed him that transgression because it felt too good for her to complain.
The second time he thrust, she pulled back. "Stay still."
He muttered a curse that made her smile, but complied. Lina leaned forward again, this time to drop a series of feather soft kisses along his forehead, down his cheek, and along the edge of his jaw. She barely brushed his lips even though they opened eagerly beneath hers, before nuzzling his other cheek and dipping down to slide her tongue around the rim of his ear.
She stayed there for a moment, not moving. His cock beat inside her, the same rhythm she felt in his chest beneath her hand. She nuzzled him again, then nipped lightly at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. She blew on the spot of wetness her mouth had left behind, then sat up.
His hands were white-knuckled on the headboard, but he wasn't letting go. Lina reached for one taut nipple. She pinched it gently and was rewarded with a nearly silent moan. She gave the other nipple the same treatment. The position she was in didn't allow her to reach them with her mouth, so she quickly licked her fingers and then rubbed the moisture into his skin.
Both nipples tightened beneath her touch. Gavin closed his eyes and bit his lip. His fingers opened on the headboard, but did not let go.
Very good. He was learning.
Lina let her hands slide down to hold his waist. Gavin was a tall man, and muscular, but his waist was trim and she felt the knobs of his hips beneath her fingers. She pushed off, raising herself on his cock, then let herself slide back down.
And still, he didn't let go. He had very good self-control. She hadn't forgotten that. Control over everything. His emotions, his body...but not over her. For a moment, anxiety stabbed her. What on earth was she doing? What games was she playing? What had she been thinking when she drove so fast tonight in a place she knew he'd be?
"What's wrong?" His voice sounded gruff with passion, but the concern in his eyes was real. "You okay?"
She nodded without speaking, suddenly afraid she might begin to cry. This was what she wanted, Gavin in he
r bed and between her legs. But she wanted more than that. She wanted all of him. Not just a midnight fuck, but breakfast in the morning. She wanted holding hands, walks in the rain, and someone to spend holidays with. She wanted to know what he was going to say before he said it.
Lina wanted...love.
She bent and kissed him gently, then slid off him. She put her legs over the side of the bed, and dropped her feet on the floor, her back to him. She said nothing. Lina felt incredibly foolish.
Behind her, she heard him take his hands from the headboard. "Don't think so much," he said.
At the touch of his hand on her shoulder, Lina stood as though she'd been burned.
