Tamara wasn’t aware of her own hands, but they’d moved from the wall to his thighs. Jurid was fully clothed, so she couldn’t feel skin, but she could feel his heat even through his clothes. Unconsciously, she pressed her bottom against him, his erection against the small of her back. But it wasn’t enough. Her hands gripped his rock-hard thighs, her fingers moving along the ridges. Before she could reach that hard part of him that she needed so desperately, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her over to the huge bed.
“Now, we really get to explore,” he announced, standing beside the bed as he stripped off his clothes. “Take off your panties, Tamara.”
Her fingers fumbled with the scrap of lace as she watched him unbutton his shirt. The material parted, giving way to tanned skin over hard muscles. Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips, which meant that she wasn’t as nimble at discarding her panties.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he chuckled, tossing his slacks and boxer briefs onto a chair. When he turned back to her, he soothed her hands out of the way and extricated the piece of lace from the heel of her shoe. “That’s almost exactly how I want you.”
She blinked at him, feeling as if she might explode if he didn’t touch her again. “What else do you want?” she asked, licking her lips again as her eyes moved down his body, lingering at that impressive erection. Had it only been last night that she’d felt him moving inside of her? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Like this,” he replied, grabbing her ankles, pulling her closer and draping her legs over his shoulders. “Perfect,” he said, teasing her pink, wet folds.
Tamara arched her back, opening for him even more. She closed her eyes as his finger trailed along her core, so she didn’t see, therefore, couldn’t anticipate, his mouth covering her completely. His mouth was relentless, shocking her with his ministrations. Before she could catch up, her body climaxed into a powerful wave of pleasure that rocked her world. Tamara clung to him, her fingers diving into his thick, dark hair as she held his mouth close while her body throbbed out her climax.
When it was all over, her legs and arms fell to the bed, boneless as she tried to regain her breath. But Jurid wasn’t done. His dark, husky laugh warned her that more was coming. She heard his laughter only moments before his mouth moved higher along her stomach, kissing a path to her breasts. There, he did the same to each of her nipples, teasing and tormenting until she cried out, her body no longer lethargic. She wanted to curl up into a ball, but when his hot mouth teased her like that, she wanted to curl up on him.
Vaguely, she heard the condom rip open but didn’t connect the sound to what was going to happen next. Looking over at him, she saw the condom in his hands. “Please, may I?” she asked softly, sitting up and wanting to touch him.
“Be my guest,” he replied, handing the condom to her.
She looked at the small prophylactic, then at his erection, but she was much more interested in that part of him and pushed up onto her knees.
“You’re not concentrating,” he warned her. But she ignored him, pushing his hands away as she set the condom to the side.
“It isn’t that I’m not concentrating,” she replied. “Maybe I just want a bit of vengeance.” Unaware of the mischievous smile on her face, Tamara wrapped her fingers around his shaft, exploring tentatively at first, but as he moaned, her confidence increased. And her curiosity. The sight of her fingers holding his throbbing erection mesmerized Tamara. That male part of him was fascinating and she explored it thoroughly. She’d wanted to do this last night, but he hadn’t given her the opportunity. Now that she had his attention, she was going to explore to her heart’s delight.
Looking up and seeing the heat in his eyes, she smiled, unaware that her own eyes reflected the same burning desire. Up and down, her fingers moved over his shaft, feeling and exploring, delighting in the texture. It was both soft and rigid, smooth and…textured.
Pulling her eyes away, she looked down, wanting…did she dare?
Before Tamara lost her nerve, she bent down and took him into her mouth. Thinking that everything he’d done to her moments ago would also feel good to him, she let her mouth and tongue explore as much of him as she could. With her mouth closed over him, her tongue flicked against his tip, feeling and tasting, surprised at how much she liked this. What’s more, she loved hearing his groans, the feeling of his hands in her hair, tangling in the locks.
All too soon, he lifted her up and pushed her back against the mattress. He loomed over her, his eyes a bit wild. “I can’t…!” he growled, his hips pressing her legs wider. “Now!” and he pressed into her heat, his eyes closing as she shifted against him, absorbing all of him into her body, closing her eyes as he went deeper and deeper. Her fingers curled on his shoulders and she wasn’t aware of her nails digging into the skin there. All she knew was that he wasn’t moving fast enough for her. Jurid kept up with the slow, steady strokes as he filled her again and again.
“Faster, please!” she whispered.
She heard his laugh, but couldn’t concentrate enough to figure out what was so amusing. Then he started thrusting faster, giving her exactly what she needed and she gasped with each shift deep into her body.
Jurid watched with fascination and exultation as Tamara’s body writhed in a perfect rhythm with his. She wasn’t shy. At least, not when she was in bed. There were moments he suspected that she was embarrassed, but those moments were when she was dressed and outside of the bedroom. He loved those blushes and the lowering of her lashes, but he loved this woman more. The way she moved, shifting against him, told him that she was very close. He couldn’t wait until she started to tell him more, with words, explicitly what she wanted. He’d get her there, he vowed. Probably sooner than he thought. He didn’t want any inhibitions between them. He wanted her proud of her sexuality, demanding that he meet every one of her needs. Because she damn sure was fulfilling every one of his needs!
She felt so damn good! As he looked down at her, Jurid realized that she was struggling. So close, but not quite there and her frantic eyes were looking up at him, silently begging him to help her. He’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he hadn’t stopped to help her! Damn it! That wasn’t good.
Lowering his body, he shifted again and again. “Relax into it,” he coaxed, remembering the previous night when he’d helped her with his fingers. “Don’t fight it, but roll with each shift of my hips against yours.”
He could see her struggling still, not understanding. “Here,” he said and moved his hand to that nub. Soon, she’d do this herself, but right now, he wasn’t sure that he could handle that. Patience, he told himself. With patience, he would get used to her erotic nature and she’d accept it as well. Then they could explore more easily. In the meantime, the sex was mind-blowing. More powerful than anything he’d ever experienced.
With only a few more thrusts, and with the help of his thumb against that sensitive nub, he felt her body tighten. It was slower this time because she’d already climaxed once, but he could feel her body climbing, her eyes growing frantic. Gently, not wanting to hurt her, he rubbed with each thrust, showing her how to bring her body higher and higher.