Page 64 of Hard Hitter
“We’re going to go slow,” she warned.
“Okay.” He exhaled.
“Slower than you’ve ever gone.”
“Show me, sweetheart. Wherever you lead, I’m following.”
She lowered her body an inch, his cockhead breeching her, but just barely. “You know what tantric is?”
He shook his head. “Don’t know my own name when you’re on my cock.”
“Think—yoga sex.” She slid down another inch and his eyes went half-mast. “Look at me,” she prompted. His eyes opened again, and she rewarded him by filling herself completely with him.
He groaned. She gave him a quick kiss. He tasted minty. Somebody had already gotten up and brushed his teeth. “Breathe with me,” she demanded.
“I’m breathin’.”
“Purposefully. Like in yoga class.”
He grabbed her face and kissed her. Then he took a deep, slow breath.
She rubbed his chest. And when he exhaled, she inhaled. And vice versa. He held her gaze, and they fell into a natural enough rhythm. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed him between breaths. Then again. And again.
He made a lovely noise from the back of his throat. While he met her breath for breath, she stroked his pecs and then his arms. She trailed her fingertips over his face and through his hair.
Breath. Breath. Kiss.
Breath. Breath. Kiss.
Ari could feel all the effort it took him to hold back, and a fine sweat broke out on his shoulders. His fingers dug into the flesh at her bottom, and his hips twitched with pure need.
She dug her knees into the bed and began to ride him slowly. His eyes fell shut with gratitude. But she wanted that eye contact. She wanted to know if he could withstand so much intimacy. So she held still and waited for him to rejoin her.
His eyes flickered open. “You like it slow.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Sometimes,” she whispered. “I like itall.”
He touched his smile to hers. “Go out for dinner with me,” he said against her lips.
The demand caught her by surprise. “Right now?”
“No,” he laughed, and she could feel his cock jump inside her. “But I want to see more of you, and I figure right now is as good a time as any to ask.”
He pushed his hips forward and the sudden contact made her groan. “I’ll think about it.”
“She’llthinkabout it.” He leaned down to kiss her neck. “What does a guy have to do around here to get a date?” He grabbed the T-shirt she wore in both hands and eased it over her head. “Is it still tantric if I play with your tits?” Roughened hands cupped both her breasts, and Ari felt her controlslip a little. So she took a deep, slow breath and kissed him again.
No matter how torturous she made this, he smiled at her, breathing through the rhythm she’d set. She’d meant to challenge him, but now it was her own desire that would not be contained. With every slow movement she made, her body tightened around him. And every time she bottomed out onto his lap, he gave a sexy groan. The tendons stood out on his neck as he strained to hold himself in check.
“You’re very patient with me,” she whispered against his lips. “But I don’t want to be patient anymore.”
“Enough of your way?” he asked with a grin.
“Yeah.”
“On your back, girlie.” But then he didn’t even wait for her to move. He rolled them both over, pinned her hands above her head and gave a good, hard thrust. They both cried out from the pleasure of such wonderful friction after the lack of it. And there was no holding back after that. He unleashed himself, attacking her mouth, pumping his hips.
Her climax approached like a storm rolling in—first it was merely a heaviness on the horizon. Then came an overwhelming crash of sensation, blotting out the rest of the world. She groaned and pressed herself into the bed, letting gusts of pleasure sweep through her.
