Bared for Me

by Natalie Anderson

  His expression tightened. Slowly he shook his head. “Do you really think I didn’t notice you all this time? That it was only because of some dress you wore the other night, that I finally saw you?”

  She stared up at him. “You’re not serious.”

  “I wish I wasn’t. But there you have it,” he smiled ruefully. “You have no fucking idea how much I want you. If you did, you’d be running away fast.”

  “I’m not afraid.” She clenched her sex. So wet. So wanting. “I want it all.”

  He kissed her, a passionate press of his mouth that was too quick. But then he dropped to his knees to peel her sodden jeans from one leg, then the other. Then she had only her black panties on.

  He pushed her until she let the wall behind her take the bulk of her weight. Legs spread, she looked down to revel in the sight of him at her feet, at the feel of his firm hands sliding up the insides of her thighs, at the look of fierce concentration—determination—in his eyes.

  He’d given in completely and was now devoting himself to the task at hand. She’d known he’d be intense. That his effort would be beyond one hundred percent. That was the way he rolled, in everything. And right now, she was the everything he was focused on.

  He glanced up, ensuring her attention was on him. “This is where I dreamed of kissing you.”

  He tongued her. A long, languid lick and then a kiss that was anything but quick. She cried out at the sensation that speared through her. He touched her again, licking her open even more. Making her wetter still.

  He leaned back to look into her face. “Dani?”

  “Please.” She wanted the rest of him. “Just do it.”

  “Soon.”

  “Now.”

  He laughed and slid his hand between her legs. His fingers circled around the slippery, ready heat of her. His thumb flicked in a tantalizing rhythm.

  “Nice?”

  “Not enough,” she answered. “I want it all.”

  “Impatient.”

  “I’m not.” She was desperate.

  “I am not rushing this,” he said firmly. “You’ve waited this long, a few more minutes won’t matter.”

  He laughed at the look she threw him. “You’ll thank me. Trust me.”

  “Just kiss me again.”

  He did, pressing his mouth to her sex, sucking her clit into his wet heat and letting his tongue strike over the tip, back and forth in a way designed to send her insane.

  “More.” She bent, steadying herself by bracing on his shoulders and rocking gently into his upturned face. “Please give me more.”

  She wanted him inside her. She’d wanted this for so long. Had wondered for so long. There was no time for nerves, there was only need. This was right. This was what she wanted.

  He tongued her again, flickering rough lashes around and around and then over her clit until she was rocking her hips in a swift rhythm. She panted. The hot water ran down her body, between her breasts as she stood astride his kneeling form.

  “Rocco.”

  He was so fucking magnificent. And he was on his knees. All hers. She couldn’t believe it.

  “Rocco.”

  She shivered as a pre-climax convulsion hit her and she instinctively arched away.

  “Let me.” He lifted her foot, widening her stance, then gripped her inner thighs with strong hands, pushing her further apart, so he could see, taste, touch.

  And he did. The lush lashes of his tongue resumed, but his fingers teased nearer too, stroking through her wet heat. But not pushing inside.

  “Rocco.” She ached for fulfilment.

  He growled, a hungry, passionate sound as he opened his mouth wide to suck her off. Oh he was ravenous. But so was she. For more.

  She writhed, circling her hips, trying to entice him right inside. But he resisted, held her firm. Teased.

  “Come for me,” he muttered. “Come.”

  Her eyes closed, as she abandoned her attempt to drive him, or to control herself. Waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body shuddered as pleasure twisted her up in sharp spasms.

  Oh yes. That’s what an orgasm ought to feel like.

  She tumbled to her knees, into his embrace. His strong arms pulled her close. His body was so hard, she wanted to wrap herself round him and simply cling.

  He lifted her chin so he could kiss her. She leaned into him, pouring herself into the kiss. Holding nothing back.

  More.

  With firm hands he gently released her and rose. The flow of water ceased. A second later he crouched before her again, a huge white towel in his hands. He wrapped the cloth around her, pressing gently. As if her skin was delicate. As if she was delicate.

  She wasn’t. She was desperate for everything else.

  She reached out, placing her hand over his wrist, so he stilled. He looked into her eyes.

  “I don’t want you to go easy on me,” she said, blushing despite just having come on his tongue. She didn’t want it to be all ‘sweet’. As if she were ‘fragile’ or ‘precious’.

  “I’m not going rough.” He resumed towelling her back dry gently. “Not right away.”

  But part of her wanted rough. She didn’t want him holding anything back.

  He stood and held out a hand. She reached up, her fingers curling instinctively into his.

  “Then can we hurry?” she asked. “Because I want it all.”

  But he didn’t hurry. He just smiled a slow, lazy smile. “Used to making a few demands, aren’t you?”

  “I try. Usually they don’t get me anywhere.”

  He tossed the towel to the floor and drew her body right against his damp one. “I’ve already told you I’ll listen. And I am listening.”

  She met his meaningful gaze. Deep low something quivered. He wasn’t going to go easy on her.

  Chapter Ten

  “THIS ISN’T GOING to be what you expect,” he said.

  “No?”

  “No.” He sounded so determined about that. But he smiled at the same time.

  “Can we go to bed now?” She wanted to feel him on her. In her. This instant.

  He didn’t lead her to his bedroom, but to the sofa. He glanced at her, and then sat in the very middle of it. His erection slapped against his tight abs.

  He had a condom in his hand, must have gotten it from the bathroom. She moved to stand between his spread knees, watching close while he tore the foil and then rolled the rubber down his thick length.

  He looked up at her. “You going to come here?”

  “I sure hope so.”

  He held out his hands to her. “Come on then.”

  She took his hands, and carefully straddled him, one knee either side of him. He was right, this wasn’t what she’d expected.

  This was better. She could see him—all of him. Most especially his face. His eyes. He kissed her, then turned his attention to her breasts, kissing them from tip, across the dip and rise again, to the other peak. His erection pressed between their stomachs, so rigid and hot. She had to touch.

  But she’d barely stroked when he grabbed her wrist in an iron grip. “Sorry Princess. Later.”

  “Promise?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He framed her face in his hands, pulled her in to kiss her. Then his hands roved, sliding over her back, slipping to her breasts again, and then to her hips. He gripped, pulled her closer.

  “Rub against me,” he muttered. “Use me.”

  Her plaything?

  He rocked her against him, showing her. She lifted up, but he didn’t let her slide down on him. She was so hungry for it she ached. Instead he just rocked her against him again. A beat later she was doing it for herself. It was such sweet torture. She loved the feel of his hard, ridged cock rubbing against her clit. Loved the way he ran his hands up and down her back with a firmer and firmer touch. She arched back into his hands, pushing her breasts closer to his face. And he took advantage of the fact.

  Another orgasm loomed. She didn’t want that
without him inside her.

  “Rocco.”

  He lifted one hand from her, stretching it along the back of the sofa.

  “I’m here,” he murmured, cupping her face to kiss her. “You want me. You take me.”

  She understood. He was giving her the responsibility. Her choice.

  “Just know that if you do, there’ll be turnabout,” he rubbed her lip with the tip of his finger. “My turn after.”

  “And you’ll take?” She shivered with need.

  “Everything.” He reached out, so now both his arms were spread wide, his hands gripping the upholstery.

  Yeah. He wasn’t going to touch her in this moment. Wasn’t going to guide.

  It was all down to her. She was free to do what she wanted—with him. To him.

  Determination sank into her skin. That’s what she wanted. Everything.

  She bent forward and kissed him, rising above him. She could feel his tension and she smiled against his mouth.

  She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the tip of him slide past her entrance with each rocking motion. Back and forth, back and forth.

  So close. She grew hotter, wetter. He grew harder.

  Breathing hard, he held rigid beneath her. Glancing she saw he’d curled his hands into the sofa, his knuckles were white. She knew he was fighting to hold back from taking over. Insisting this was her time. And she was so excited she could hardly speak.

  Rotating, rubbing, she finally positioned herself just above, the tip of his erection right at her entrance. And she stilled. “Rocco.”

  He didn’t take his eyes from her. “Take what you want.”

  She kept her eyes locked on his too. Slowly she pressed down, feeling him filling her, stretching her.

  “Oh.” Instinct suddenly overwhelmed her and she pushed down hard.

  “Dani.” He groaned loud.

  She breathed out harshly, concentrating on each sensation flying through her body. The sting faded, the full sensation remained. He was big. Strong. Inside her.

  Hers.

  Her eyes watered, but she didn’t close them. It wasn’t because it hurt. It was because he was there. So close. So very close.

  Closer than she’d ever let anyone get to her.

  He gazed deep into her eyes. She saw the strain etched on his face as he slowly adjusted his hips beneath her. She felt him move within her.

  She stretched out and grabbed his wrists, lifting his hands back to her thighs. She needed him touching her. Needed him with her all the way now.

  “Dani?” His hands tightened on her.

  “Feels good,” she whispered. “Tell me what to do.”

  He kissed her. His tongue flicking while his lips sucked. The guy was genius kisser.

  “Ride me,” he coaxed, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

  She experimented. Slowly rising, until only the tip of him was still inside her. Then she dropped back down on him. Fast. Hard.

  He grunted, his hands tightening. She liked that.

  Once again she lifted, sliding slowly, before ramming back down as fast as she could. As forcefully.

  He swore. She liked that too. Did it again, so he did it again.

  The breath hissed from between his teeth as she repeated the action a couple more times. Then she increased her pace. Circled her hips more. Playing all over again.

  She pressed her knees into his sides, rocking her hips in a forward motion. Slipping in faster, shorter rides up and down his cock.

  “Yeah,” she murmured, finding her rhythm.

  He pressed his head into the back of the sofa, arching up into her. “Yeah. You got it. Got me.”

  Oh she did. But the sensations crept up on her. The rising excitement, the urge to simply rut against him until her world exploded again. She rocked faster, trying to reach it—yet trying to string out the entire experience.

  His hand slid higher up her thigh. His fingers turned inward, skating to her most sensitive spot.

  “I love watching you when I touch you,” he said, stroking her clit in gentle regular circles. “Your whole body responds.” He lifted his other hand to her breast and softly brushed the backs of his fingers against her screamingly tight nipple. “These tighten, redden. So do your lips.”

  He laughed as she moaned at his too-light touch. “And you want more, don’t you? Physical.” He rubbed harder.

  “Yes.”

  That’s what she wanted. His firm touch. She bounced on him faster, loving the way he pushed her, loving the glazed look in his eyes.

  She leaned forward, unable to resist kissing him. “Come in me.”

  “Soon,” he promised.

  As he flicked her clit, he pinched her nipple with his other hand. Instinctively she clenched on his cock.

  Sensory overload.

  “Ohhhhh.” She squealed as her climax hit hard. “Not yet,” she moaned.

  She didn’t want it to be over. She pressed her face into his shoulder as she rode out the convulsions within her. Loving it, yes. But she didn’t want this to be done so soon—not just as she was getting the feel of it.

  He rubbed circles over her back with a gentle hand as she tried to process the immediate aftermath. How he felt inside her. Virgin no longer, and it had been so worth the wait.

  Only then she realized that he was still huge and hard and thrust within her to the hilt. He hadn’t come?

  She looked up, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. Her breath shortened to excited little gasps again as she saw the strained determination in his face. As she saw the sheen of sweat on him. There was going to be more. Now.

  He made a low noise in his throat, as if he’d felt her heat rising again.

  “Please,” she muttered. “Your turn.”

  Staying inside her, he cradled her close and then stood. She sucked in a shocked breath as the angle of his penetration changed.

  “You okay?”

  “Better than okay.”

  His arms bore down on her butt as he walked, keeping his cock firmly inside her. His pelvic bone ground against her clit with every step. Dazed, she clung to his shoulders, giving in to the unimaginable delight of being carried so damn carnally.

  “Oh... oh.” She palmed his jaw and turned his chin, to plant a kiss on his mouth. It felt so good she was going to come again. She rocked instinctively, needing just a few little rubs to get there—

  He tore his lips free with a laugh. “Let me walk a second, only a second.”

  “Keep walking,” she ordered, letting her head fall back so her hair hung loose in the air as she rotated her hips as best she could to impale herself harder on him. “Feels so good.”

  “Uh huh.” He knelt onto his bed. One knee. Then the other. “Brace for me, I don’t want to lose contact.”

  Nor did she. Quickly she wound her legs tight around his waist, hooking her ankles at his back.

  He dropped, crashing all his weight onto her for a glorious second, winding her. She cried out. But arched up to meet him the second he tried to lift away.

  “Ready. I’m so ready,” she promised, stealing another kiss. “Want you like this.”

  On her so heavy she couldn’t escape him. She never wanted to leave this.

  He clasped her close, chest to breast, stomach to stomach, his cock buried deep. He looked into her eyes. She couldn’t look away from his—so dark and deep and damn mesmerising. It felt like he could see into her soul.

  “Dani,” he muttered.

  She liked it when he said her name like that. Almost reverent, like he couldn’t believe this was happening either.

  But it was. And it felt so damn good.

  Slowly he moved. Gentle thrusts, a slow torturous circle of his hips as he partially withdrew, and then gently thrust back into her. Her lips parted, his intense focus dropped to them. Then he lowered his head and kissed her, nipping her lips with tiny sharp bites, a delicious contrast to the gentle, slow rhythm of his penetration. She rose her hips to meet his, seeking deeper c
ontact, maximising that exquisite friction.

  He hissed and closed his eyes momentarily. “Dani.”

  So this was missionary?

  Oh she wanted more already. Harder. Faster.

  The dance became a duel.

  “Rocco,” she panted. “I’m...” She was going to come again. How was it freaking possible?

  “Good, huh?” he asked, his face strained.

  He kissed her again, but didn’t increase his pace, in fact he paused.

  “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” She writhed under him, squeezing her muscles on him, understanding now how good her own strength could be.

  So close.

  But to her utter disappointment he slid right out of her.

  “Because I was about to come and I’m not ready to come yet.” He puffed out a huge breath. “But you are.”

  With the ease of experience, he flipped her onto her stomach. Pushing her legs wide apart, he swiftly planted a pillow under her hips to lift her butt higher in the air.

  Oh my.

  Dani glanced over her shoulder, saw that expression in his eyes. That one that was all intensity, the promise of all his effort. She felt his muscular thighs between hers, his cock, pressing against her. Almost inside. His pelvis pushed on her butt, pushing her hips deeper into the pillow. And then he thrust.

  She gasped, then savored this different angle again. She could feel him rubbing against the front wall of her. Her nerve endings sang. He was all over her, literally, pushing into her, teasing her. Owning her.

  So hot. She clenched her fist on the corner of the pillow as the sweet agony mounted. He placed his hand over her fist, gripping her. The tension pulled between them.

  So close. So damn close.

  Slowly he slid his other hand under her stomach and then further south. His fingers tweaked her clit as he thrust back into her from behind.

  Faster, faster, faster.

  She pressed her pelvis harder against his hand, trapping him. Grinding on his pinching fingers. Tightening on his cock.

  So fucking hot.

  She loved the weight of him. The way he was in charge. The way he wasn’t holding back. The way he was manipulating her from every angle—above, beneath, inside. Every movement he made was designed to heighten her pleasure.