“Vincent.” My name was a prayer, a breath.
“Amanda.” I nudged her backwards until her legs met the edge of the mattress. She sank down into the bed, and keeping my eyes on her as she lay back, I toed off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off and then shed my pants.
When I climbed alongside her, she turned her head to gaze up at me. “Do you know what a beautiful man you are?”
I smirked. “Not sure anyone has ever accused me of that one, babe.”
“But you are. Every line of your body ... every muscle and movement ... it’s almost poetic in its beauty. You move like a tiger.”
“Hmmm.” I braced myself above her. “Maybe I am. A tiger, I mean.” I leaned down and fastened my mouth around one pink nipple. “Tigers, you know ... they’re known for their prowess. And one thing you should remember. Tigers show no mercy. Ever.”
“Mercy, huh?” Amanda’s lips curved. “Are we flashing back to that very first night? The time when you begged me tohave mercyon you?”
“Funny you should mention that. Because tonight it’s your turn. Now lay still and get ready to beg.”
I didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I shifted to her other breast and sucked hard on the nipple. She groaned and arched.
“Tell me, baby. What does it feel like when my tongue circles you here? When my teeth ...” I fastened them lightly and scraped upward. “When they do that, does it make your pussy wet and aching for me?”
Amanda gripped my neck. “Yes.”
“Good.” I slipped my fingers between her legs and found that she was telling the truth. “Mmmm. You feel good here.” Even as I explored her silken folds, I didn’t touch her clit. Instead, I touched everywhere else but there, smiling a little when she gave a small cry of frustration.
“You smell good, too.” I shifted so that my mouth was over her stomach, pausing to kiss her navel and the hollows of her hips. “Like ... spring flowers. And sunshine. And sex.” I began to move as though I was about to be where she wanted me, lying between her legs, but at the last minute, I changed direction and instead, kissed the smooth skin of her thigh and worked my way down the length of her leg.
“Vincent. God, please.” She lifted her leg, like she was trying to steer me in the direction she wanted.
“Please is getting close, but it’s not the word I’m waiting to hear.” I sat up and bent her leg so that I could maneuver my mouth to the back of her knee. “You’re so soft right here.” When she shivered, I grinned. “And sensitive, too, huh?”
“Yes.” She wriggled and reached for me. “Come here so I can touch you, too.”
“Not yet.” I lifted her other leg and gave it the same treatment. “We’re not in a rush, Amanda. Tonight ... it’s all about slow, because we have the don’t need to be fast. We’re not hurrying through this. I want you to feel me and to remember every touch, every pleasure I give you.”
“I don’t think I’m likely to forget. Especially not if I end up combusting out of frustration.”
“We can’t have that.” I gave in—or seemed to—and settled at the apex of her legs, slinging one thigh over my shoulder. “Is this what you need, baby?” Dropping my mouth to her center, I licked her seam, one hard and hot stroke, and then I sucked her clit between my lips. Amanda gasped and hummed, encouraging me to go on with every small nonsensical sound issuing from her throat.
But when I knew she was close to exploding, I backed off, using my hands to tease lightly over her hips and up her ribcage.
Amanda groaned and lifted her head. “What the fuck are you doing? I was so close. I was about to come.”
“Were you, now?” I blew on the crease at the top of her leg where her muscle tensed. “Hmmm.” I pushed up to sit on my haunches, looking down her body, and took my cock into one hand. “That’s frustrating, isn’t it? When you’re right there ... right on the edge of pleasure ... just about to dive over into your climax ... but you can’t quite get there, because the other person won’t touch you where you need it most.” Almost absently, I gave my erection a few hard pulls. “When it feels like you might die if he doesn’t do what you need—right now.”
“Vincent.” Her tone was almost threatening and bordered on hysterical. “Vincent, for the love of—”
“Now this feels fucking good.” I pumped myself a few more times. “I’m hard. Hard and long and ready for action. I could slide into you, stretch you, make you feel every inch of me. I could fuck you so hard, I drive you absolutely insane. I could make you scream my name.”
“Vincent!”
“Yeah, just like that.” I nodded.
“Please, Vincent.” She made a mad grab for my hand.
“One word, babe. One word, and I give us both what we want.”
She rolled her eyes, but her lips opened to form the word I was dying to hear. And then I saw something else wash over her face—a sort of tenderness and joy. Instead of begging for mercy, she touched my knee, the only part of my body she could reach, and she murmured four soft words.
“I love you, Vincent.”
