Page 25 of Flirting With Disaster

He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “So honest, so innocent, so articulate.” He tilted his head. “I wonder if you’ll be chatty while I fuck you. I think I’d like that. To hear all your thoughts, everything you feel while I taste you, pump inside you over and over. Make you come.”

He smiled then took her mouth in a ravenous kiss as he yanked her hips forward. Her robe fell open, exposing her satin night gown. The firm ridge of his erection pressed against her pelvis as if she had nothing on at all. It was marvelous.

Beck’s hands moved up the sides of her waist to the underside of her breasts. The calluses on his large strong hands caught on the satin material as he held her, his thumbs stroking her aching nipples. Gosh darn. With the way his foreplay made her shiver and ache and tingle in her secret places, she hoped it lasted a lot longer than three minutes. Practice did make perfect and, as a researching scientist, she settled for nothing less than perfect.

Her beast lowered his head and suckled one of her breasts right through her nightgown. So glorious, so warm and wet. He groaned as he took her nipple between his teeth and bit down. That groan sent a bolt of lightning to her vaginal tissues, causing them to throb and moisten…biology at its best.

“Oh my God, Beck. That is wonderful.” She wriggled on the cold steel, pushing closer to his erection. He obliged, wrapping his arms around her hips and forcefully drawing her against him. Possessive and demanding, he rubbed his hard shaft against her clitoris. The response was instant. A throb, an electrical current lit up her girl parts, making her yearn to be touched. Holy God, her body did work. But what about the orgasm? When was the orgasm going to happen? This was lovely, but how was she to get there?

Jude started to fret. “Beck, I need, I need…”

He tilted her chin to catch her gaze. “Baby, I know just what you need.” He slid her robe off her shoulders, taking the straps of her nightgown with it.

She caught the front and held it to her chest, embarrassed by her fleshy curves. Men in the twenty-first century did not prefer fleshy women. “I’m not a thin girl.”

He smiled. “That’s good, cause I don’t like thin girls. They stopped appealing to me when I was twelve.”

She laughed.

“You are just the type of girl I want. Soft and delicious.” He swept her messy curls from her face. “With a beautiful mind.” His brows arched. “And very clean hands.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “For how long, Beckette? How long could a mating like this possibly last?” Why ask such a question? She didn’t really want the tragic response.

“I’m hoping it will last until I can make you come so many times you won’t be able to walk.”

Jude gasped. Did he just say that? Was that even possible?

Beck pulled her hands from her chest, causing her nightgown to fall from her large breasts. She tensed, waiting for his rejection.

“My God, you’re gorgeous.” The reverence in his voice sent hope skyrocketing through her soul. He lifted the skirt of the gown and abruptly tore her panties. They came off with a pinch to her hip, and he tucked them into his jeans’ pocket. He kissed her then like he had something to prove, something to conquer. His tongue plundered every part of her mouth while his hands delicately stroked her breasts and taut nipples.

He bent, licking one aching nipple then the other, then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I want to watch you come, Jude. I want to see those expressive eyes and that beautiful face and all it has to offer while you come. Will you come for me, honey?”

She stared, transfixed by his voice, his words, his politeness polished with a sinful decadence. “Yes.” She nodded like an air-headed doll. Her lateral orbitofrontal cortex had just checked out.

He smiled and slid his hand up her bare thighs toward the throbbing mess of her womanhood. Jude didn’t like messes. She instinctively closed her legs.

“No chance, Baby.” The beast stepped closer, opening her knees wide with his hips, spreading her thighs with both hands. “You are beautiful, Jude. Warm, wet, needy. I always want you like this when you are around me. Will you do that for me? Always need me?”

It was more than a sexual request. Jude knew it as well as she knew she didn’t have much of a choice. Every time she was near this man, smelled this man, thought of this man, she was going to weep with wanting him. He’d cast his sensual curse all over her.

“Yes.” She pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was demanding and urgent. A carnal merging of two lost souls.

Beck ended the kiss on a groan and slowly slid his fingers between her legs— a mating of flesh and fluids meant for the gods. His wicked fingers played and stroked her folds until he found her clitoris. He expertly rolled the little bundle of nerves into a throbbing, aching time bomb that needed to detonate.

Jude moaned, eyes closed as she focused on the glorious sensations.

“Open your eyes, Baby. I need to see everything going on in that brilliant mind.” His voice wrapped around her like a warm velvet cocoon, scattering every one of her inhibitions and preconceived notions of what to expect. For once in her life, she just…Let. It. Be.

Jude blinked. Was there love in his gaze? Couldn’t be in just three short days, but she swore…

Those talented nimble fingers slipped inside her. She was slick and swollen and craving his touch.

He owned her, held her prisoner between his hands—one pushing her lower back, the other palming her from the front. “Jude, I’m going to fuck you. I need to have you even though I know I shouldn’t.”

The nerve endings between her legs throbbed with joy. A responsive spasm answered his declaration. Was this it? The beginning of the mysterious ‘O?’ How marvelous! The vulgarity of his words should have turned her off, but his desperation seemed nothing short of reverence. Reverence for her.

He moaned, then quickly pulled his fingers from her depths and dropped his forehead to hers. “You will not come until you are around my dick. We are going to make love until we both forget who and what we are.”

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