CHAPTER FIVE
She slid onto the silk coverlet, loving the sensation of the sinful fabric against her mostly bare skin. Peter sat on the edge of the bed to remove his footwear and she admired his muscular back and arms as he moved. He was like living art. Not professional-weightlifter-big, but definitely masculine and hotter than any man she’d ever been with.
Not that she’d been with many. She was selective as a rule and until she’d crossed paths with Peter, Mike and their friends, she’d never known any men so physically fit, much less dated one.
She heard his boots drop to the floor and Peter stood again, facing her.
“Damn, babe, you look good in my bed. I’ve been picturing you right there for months now.”
His hands went to the belt she hadn’t managed to unfasten and made short work of the catch. He released the button on his pants, then slid the zipper down, the sound rasping over her senses with naughty promise. She licked her lips, hoping to provoke him and was gratified when he swore. His eyes zeroed in on her mouth and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She was thinking the same thing.
Slowly, she prowled forward on the bed until she knelt before him. Taking over the job, she lowered his pants and pushed them out of her way, noting the boxers he wore with satisfaction. She liked the way men looked in boxers. Particularly this man.
His aroused cock jutted out, forming a tent in the white cotton that piqued her curiosity. With eager hands she pushed the boxers down his legs, uncovering a massive cock that didn’t disappoint. He was thick and long and looked like he could go all night. She’d gladly put that theory to the test. And how.
“Do it, Lil,” he commanded. She liked the dominant tone but knew he was leaving the choice up to her. His hands remained at his sides, allowing her to make her own decisions. “Please, Lil. You’re killing me here.”
She looked up to meet his gaze, glad to see some humor in his expression. He wasn’t sure of her yet, but he would be before the night was through, just as she’d learn his wants and needs. Right now, he’d learn she wasn’t a tease.
She lowered her head and licked the straining tip of him, getting acclimated to his unique taste. He was pleasantly salty and warm. She opened her mouth and took him inside, using her tongue to rub the sensitive underside of the head until she heard him growl. Oh, she liked that sound. She wanted to make him do it again, but he stepped back and she lost her prize.
“Not so fast, baby. If I let you do too much of that, it’ll be all over before it’s even begun.” A wry smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he climbed on the bed, pushing her back with gentle hands on her shoulders. “You are so sexy.” His whispered words stroked across the skin of her chest as he lowered his head to nibble at the skin of her breasts.
He pushed the cups of her lacy bra down to reveal her, cupping her breasts in his warm palms, using his fingertips to pinch her nipples and make her moan. He grinned and lowered his lips, zeroing in on one hard point, continuing to tease the other with his fingers.
When his hot mouth closed over her breast she bit her lips at the pleasure to keep from crying out. She’d never been very vocal, but something about Peter’s slightest touch made her want to shout her pleasure from the rooftops. No man had ever been so exiting, so explosive. And they were only just getting started.
His lips moved across her chest to the other side and his hands went to the elastic of her panties, pushing them down her legs with her eager assistance. He pulled back, letting her nipple go with a wet popping sound as he gave it one last long suck. She shuddered as he sat back to look at her.
He moved even farther away and her body grew warmer under his hot gaze.
“Spread your legs, Lil. Show me your pussy. I’ve been dying to see you naked in my bed.”
Shyly, she complied, widening her legs as he watched, feeling naughty in the extreme.
“Use your hands, baby. Spread yourself for me.”
She followed his directions, panting now as she watched his reaction. His eyes were trained on the apex of her thighs in a blatant show of dominance that she found exciting. Feeling wicked, she used one finger to rub her clit, then swept lower, stroking just slightly within the place that wanted his attention most.
“Don’t make me wait, Peter.”
He prowled closer on his hands and knees, right between her spread legs. He bent her knees, pushing them back toward her and spreading her even wider as he settled between her thighs.
His finger slid inside and she gasped. A puff of warm breath skated over the exposed skin of her inner thighs as he chuckled. Looking down, their eyes met. As if he’d been waiting for her full attention, he lowered his head the final distance, licking her clit with a sensitive intensity that sent her into orbit. She stifled a scream as she came around his finger, the movement of her hips controlled by his weight on her body.
Before she even had time to catch her breath he swept upward, his forearms framing her head as he covered her. He looked deep into her eyes as his cock pushed deep into her quaking body.
“Now it begins,” he whispered against her lips as he placed an almost reverent kiss upon them, joining them fully. He rested against her—inside her—for a moment, seeming to savor it, but she wanted him to move. She’d kill for him to move!
“Peter,” she gasped as he drew back to look down at her once more. Holding her attention, he flexed his hips.
She hadn’t thought it could get any better than the beautiful orgasm he’d just given her, but she was learning fast that Peter liked to surprise her. The fire rekindled—it had never really left—and she moved with him as he set up a rhythm that made her want to scream.
“Damn, baby. I dreamed of this, but even my dreams weren’t this good.” His skin was slick against hers as they strained together, his muscles standing out as he held himself above her.
“Mine either.” She had a hard time forming sentences, she was too far gone.
“Wrap your legs around me, Lil. I want to feel you gripping my waist, your little feet against the backs of my thighs.”
She did as he asked. She’d fantasized about him too and the reality was so much better, she could have cried. If she could have caught her breath. She was panting as he increased his pace.
“Now, Lil. Come with me now!” He thrust into her even more forcefully.
Once. Twice. And then the stars exploded around her. A scream was torn from her throat as she felt him join her in the most amazing climax she’d ever experienced.
It had never been so good. Or lasted so long. He continued to pulse minutely, dragging their pleasure out as her body quaked and clenched around him. A groan sounded near her ear and rumbled from his chest, heightening her pleasure.
There was no doubt he’d enjoyed himself as every muscle in his gorgeous body flexed with tense pleasure. She’d done that to him. She’d given him this moment, this shared passion. The thought made her feel special, just for a few seconds. Special and somehow…needed, maybe. No one had ever made her feel that. Ever.
“God, baby. We’ve been dreaming of you for so long.” His breath whispered against her ear as he drew her closer, rolling so that she lay over him. “But I never expected it to be this good. I think we may need to keep you.”
The sexy rumble of his voice stirred her senses but she was so drowsy in the aftermath of the greatest pleasure she’d ever known, she didn’t have the energy to question his use of the royal we. She’d noticed that about him and Mike. They often spoke of themselves as one unit, but that probably just came from working together so closely for so long. She let it slide as exhaustion claimed her and she fell asleep in his strong arms.