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The light smile slid from his lips and he took her mouth, filling her with his tongue, taunting her with his teeth, searing her with his breath. He carried her effortlessly down the hall, kicked the door to his room open and tossed her onto his bed.
Nichole fell back on the mattress with a gasp and watched as the man she wanted more than anyone in her life stood at the foot of the bed bare-chested, his muscles rippling, and stared at her with a need that swept away twelve years of unrequited desire.
His hands moved to the fly of his low-slung jeans and Nichole parted her legs, baring herself to him completely. His gaze flickered to her sex. He popped the button open and groaned.
“God help me.”
His body was the sexiest she’d ever seen. His chest and arm muscles, which still gleamed from the oil she’d rubbed into his skin, flexed and shifted as he pushed the denim down over his hips, revealing a thicket of soft, sandy brown curls and a jutting erection that bounced free of its confine. He was bigger than she’d expected. Bigger even than he’d looked in those tight red shorts he’d left at the club. Her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed, releasing more of her juices.
Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her as the denim crumpled around Matt’s legs and he stepped out of his jeans. He leaned forward on the bed with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
The ache in her core was steady and intense. Demanding and impatient. Matt came for her, moving across the bed, between her legs, and over her body, until his powerful frame stopped above her. His arms bracketed her and his wide, chiseled lips lowered over her mouth, brushing back and forth until she opened to him. Her head angled back and Matt trailed kisses down the sensitive skin of her neck, grazing his teeth over her collarbone, scraping the slight stubble of his jaw through the valley between her breasts.
“Nichole, you feel so good. So soft.” His hand found her pussy, stroking through her slick valley. “So wet.” One thick finger pushed inside of her, and he groaned. “God, so wet.” He added a second finger, stretching her as he explored her from within.
On a quivering moan, Nichole spread her legs wider, opening herself to the sensations of his touch. “For you,” she breathed as she fell back against the mattress and reached for him. Her fingers sifted into his hair, drifted over his cheekbones, his eyebrows, the line of his jaw. She memorized every part of him. This was her moment, her chance to learn his touch, his taste, his scent, every secret his body held.
Tonight would be enough. It had to be.
Her hips rose to meet his thrust, her back arched as he slipped his thumb between her folds and circled her clit. Lowering his head to her mouth, he teased his tongue inside and thrust in time with his fingers, making her pussy clench around him. Matt broke from the kiss, groaning, and moved his mouth down her body. Withdrawing his hand from between her thighs, he gripped her hips. “I have to taste you.”
Anything. Everything. So long as it’s you.
His tongue swept through her sex, once and again, before he honed in on the sweet bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. He suckled her clit, nibbled and teased it, lapped at and kissed it with the caress of his lips until she writhed against his mouth. She throbbed with deep rhythmic pulls that seemed to draw from the tips of her extremities. Her heels lost purchase against the sheets at either side of him as her control waned and she gave herself over to the hold of his hands supporting her raised hips. Feasting, he burrowed back and forth into the slick of her sex, the flat of his tongue stroking hard against the point of her need.
She was so close. Her cries echoed through the room. Then he drew her erect clit into his mouth and sucked her ruthlessly, until the delicious pleasure-pain wracked her with a force so intense she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. There was only the slamming force of her release, ripping through her as she came against his mouth.
Everything about her was heaven. So good, so sweet. So wet and hot, he almost came just feeling her orgasm under his lips. He had to get inside her. Now.
Matt shifted, reached for the nightstand, and grabbed a condom. Nichole moved beneath him, her hands drifting over his chest, his ribs. She stopped to play with his nipples, then teased her nails through the narrow trail of hair on his abdomen. He loved her touch, her thorough exploration of his form. No woman had ever made him feel so masculine.
Kneeling back on his heels, Matt rolled the condom over his shaft and chucked the wrapper aside. Nichole waited, her pretty pink pussy spread open and slick, ready for him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” she whispered.
His head jerked up to meet her stare. She seemed to be almost in a daze, and then her eyes cleared and she looked away.
“Women are beautiful. You,” he ran his fingers from her knees down her inner thigh, “are beautiful…gorgeous…incredible.”
A faint smile played at her mouth, and she shook her head.
His chest tightened with something more than the need to sink his cock into her. Something he didn’t want to think about.
He notched his cock head at her opening. “Look at me, Nichole.”
Her gaze locked with his and for a moment, there was more than lust in her eyes.
No, damn it. This was sex. It was what she wanted. What she needed from him. She wasn’t in love with him. They were simply meeting a need. A mutual, driving need.
“Inside me. Please. Now.”
Please. His cock grew more painfully full, and his blood raced like a hurricane through his veins. How could one word from her lips reduce him to such a state?
He pushed into her, inch by inch, savoring the silky descent while he watched her face, her eyes, her mouth. He stretched her tight sheath, burying himself inside her completely, and then drew back, setting a slow, even rhythm for the sensual, wet friction of their bodies moving in time.
A part of him screamed to drive deep and hard within her, to pummel her body, and take them both quickly to completion, but he couldn’t do it. He’d waited too long to let passion rush the experience. If she allowed him the whole night, he’d give her every sensation, every fantasy he could fit in. But if they were only going to have this one time, he wanted to make it last. He would make it tender and sexy and slow. He would make her remember his touch on the most sacred, hidden parts of her.
And he would remember how she felt.
