Amaury grabbed her hips and pressed his erection against her center. “I want you.” He tugged at her jacket, but she stopped him.
“You first. I want to see you naked.” Her eyes were clouded with passion and desire as she looked at him from under her long lashes. It hit him in the gut: that look, those gorgeous eyes looking at him as if it meant something.
“Then undress me.” He wanted to surrender to her, give her carte blanche, just to see that look in her face that said she wanted him.
Her hands were steady when she eased the button of his pants open as if she’d done this to him a hundred times. A second later he watched her lower his zipper. He breathed a sigh of relief when his engorged shaft sprang free.
She quickly freed him of his pants and boots before she crawled back up toward his center. He didn’t let her out of his sight for even a second, watching her every seductive move. There was something kinky about the fact that he was naked while she remained fully dressed. Something almost forbidden.
Her tongue darted out and licked her lips as she focused on his proud cock nestled in a thatch of thick black hair.
“You’re beautiful.” Nina looked straight at his face. “I want to taste you.” Her gaze dropped back to his hard flesh. He’d never been so aware of his maleness than under her hungry look.
Had he just died and gone to heaven? When was the last time a woman really wanted to give him pleasure without him having to persuade her? Was she for real?
Amaury reached for her, wanting to assure himself that she wasn’t a figment of his imagination.
“Keep your hands over your head. Hold onto those bars,” she advised him and pointed at the metal headboard of his bed. “No touching. I want to do this my way.”
Her seductive smile melted his insides and shot another wave of pleasure through his body, all the way down to his toes. She was still fully dressed, and he lay in front of her, sprawled out stark naked and horny as hell. The aroma of her arousal drifted into his nostrils and drove his desire for her even higher.
“No touching?” How could he possibly keep his hands to himself when the woman of his dreams was in his bed?
Nina shook her head. “Not yet. Later.”
He did as she said and grabbed the bars above his head.
He could wait, as hard as it was for him. Soon he would rip her clothes off her body and see her in all her glorious nakedness, touch and kiss every inch of her body and bury himself in her. But she wanted this first, and he wasn’t one to deny a woman, especially not if she wanted to pleasure him so selflessly. God, he was one lucky son of a bitch.
“Close your eyes and just feel.”
Obeying suddenly sounded like the natural thing to do.
Her lips brushed against his thigh, and her warm tongue blazed a trail of molten lava upwards toward his belly. Instantly his breathing sped up, his heartbeat increased. Amaury fought against the urge to grab her, sling her underneath him and plunge into her. With painstaking slowness, the temptress licked her way up his thigh, then stopped just short of the spot where his desire made a clear statement.
His other thigh received the same tantalizing treatment, making his hips jerk upwards.
“Baby, you’re killing me.” Very, very slowly—and he loved every second of it.
“Not yet.”
His response got stuck in his throat when he felt her tongue lick at the base of his cock. Warmth and wetness engulfed him as her lips grazed his skin, planting small kisses where her tongue had licked before. His moans filled the room.
“I like your taste.”
Amaury reached for her, running his hand through her hair. “Oh, chérie.”
Immediately she pulled away. “No hands. Eyes closed.”
He was out of his mind with his need for her, but Nina’s determined look made him comply with her wishes, and he put his hands back onto the headboard. A moment later he was rewarded by her tongue lapping against his erection, licking all the way from the base to the very tip, where a drop of moisture had impatiently oozed out. She simply licked it off him and hummed against his skin. She was clearly intent on killing him with pleasure.
Amaury arched his hips upwards, yearning to feel her lips wrap around him. Gripping the metal rail of his headboard tighter, he let out a ragged breath. He would die if she didn’t soon soothe the hunger his body was grappling with.
The instant Nina took him into her wet and warm mouth and lowered herself all the way down his steely length, he nearly lost consciousness. His heart pounded like a jackhammer, deafening his ears. His skin was soaked in sweat, and his eyes would have rolled back in his head, had they not already been closed.