very precious.”
“Like you.” He rolled her onto her side again, curling back around her, and started to kiss her neck.
She stiffened. “Heath, I just thought, I haven’t any condoms.” She’d never bought any—had never needed them.
“Don’t worry.” He started to nibble her ear again. “I’ve got one in my wallet.”
“Just in case?” If she hadn’t turned up at the Ice Bar, there would probably now be another woman in this bed with him. The thought stung.
“Hey, a man never knows when he’s going to come across a beautiful blonde.” He sucked her earlobe. “Pun intended.”
She couldn’t help but giggle at that. He was a young, handsome, single guy—why wouldn’t he take advantage of any woman who threw herself at him? But he was here with her now, and he quite obviously found her attractive and wanted to have sex with her. She was using him. Why was she so insulted he was using her?
She sighed as he began to play with her, arousing her slowly with kisses and gentle strokes of her breasts. This is bliss , she thought, unable to believe she was actually in bed with this sex god, letting him touch her in places she hadn’t been touched since man learned how to use fire.
After a while, he slid a hand down her thigh and hooked it into the back of her right knee. He pulled her leg further up, leaving the soft, sensitive skin of her left inner thigh exposed. Tracing his fingers across the thin thermal fabric, making her shiver, he cupped her butt and ran his fingers down the seam of the pants, right underneath her. She was already wet, and the thin cloth was soon soaked with moisture as he caressed her, making her sigh heavily and him grunt with pleasure.
Slipping his left arm underneath her shoulder, he tightened his grip around her, stroking her breast. He moved his right hand around her waist and dipped beneath the fabric. She caught her breath as he traced patterns in her pubic hair. Everything felt sensitive, and she ached with want and desire.
Slowly, he slid his fingers down into the hot, sensitive part of her. She gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion and his skilled touch. There had been very little of this in her previous attempt at sex. The guy had kissed her for a while, groped her breasts, forced his hand inside her panties and shoved his fingers inside her. It had hurt, and when he climbed on top of her within minutes and tried to get inside her, she’d known even before he rolled off in frustration that it was never going to happen.
But this… This was something different. How did Heath know exactly where to stroke her? How did he understand what would turn her on? He caressed her slowly, continuing to nuzzle her neck and ear, and gradually she relaxed against him as she forgot about trying to do the right thing, forgot about wondering how to please him. Thought instead only about how he was making her feel, and about the glorious sensations rippling through her.
He slipped his fingers gently inside her to gather her moisture, then brought them up to caress her, sliding easily through her folds so that she knew she must be swollen and wet. Gosh, what an expert. It wouldn’t surprise her if he had a qualification in foreplay. This must be what it was like to go with one of those men you could pay for sex, who knew how to pleasure women. Maybe he was a gigolo in his spare time.
She tipped her head back on his shoulder, sighing with pleasure as his fingers continued to explore her slowly, gentle and yet firm at the same time, his other hand teasing her nipple. Her climax wasn’t far off—her muscles were beginning to tighten, pleasure shimmering through her.
She caught his hand, trying to turn in his arms.
“Where are you going?” he asked, amused.
“I, um, need you inside me,” she said, breathing heavily. Wasn’t this when the guy was supposed to climb on board?
“Not yet,” he murmured. He refused to loosen his tight grip and continued to stroke
Heather (ILT) Amy; Maione Hest