“Slide a finger inside. Oh yeah, that’s fanstastic. Now another one. Find your sweet spot and stroke, slowly—in and out.” His eyes gleamed wickedly as her h*ps rocked against the floor, desperate for relief from the intensity of his words.
“I love touching you there, feeling how wet and hot you are for me. You are wet, aren’t you, cher? Wet and hot and dying for me?”
“Kevin—” she moaned, her voice sounding as desperate as she felt.
“Serena,” he mimicked, his eyes searing hers. “Now put our thumb on your clit. No, keep your fingers inside while you do it. That’s right, cher. That’s right. Now tap softly. No stroking yet. Just that soft up and down with your finger. How’s that feel?”
She struggled for breath, shocked at how incredibly good it felt to do as he said. “Fabulous,” she gasped, intensifying the motion as she felt her cl**ax growing closer and closer. She wasn’t sure what was more erotic—touching herself in front of Kevin or watching him stroke himself into even fuller arousal.
“Good.” He grinned. “Does it feel as fabulous as my c**k inside of you? As my tongue on you, licking you, slipping inside you?”
His words intensified her feelings and with one more stroke Serena shattered. Her mouth dropped open in a surprised O as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her legs spread, fingers thrusting desperately inside of herself.
Kevin watched her pleasure herself, heat spiraling through him at an unbelievable rate. His c**k was full, ready to explode. His balls ached with the pleasure-pain of restraint. But he refused to move, refused to do anything that might prematurely end the exquisite sight of Serena coming. Cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, lips swollen—she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. A melting tenderness spread through him, even as his need grew urgent.
Serena gasped a little as her orgasm waned and he grinned, imagining the pleasure in making her shatter again and again. If he wasn’t careful, making her come could become an incredibly addictive pastime. Her head lolled back against the wall while her hand lay intimately draped between her still-spread thighs. Other women might have been embarrassed, but not his beautiful little photographer. Still caught up in the power of her release, she lay still, savoring the sweet aftershocks he could see rocking her body.
Before he could stop himself, he scooted forward and wrapped a hand around her delicate wrist. Her eyes opened drowsily and she smiled. He stopped for a moment, stunned by the power and beauty of that smile. He had to re-create it, had to find a way to make it a part of the art that was as necessary to him as breathing. A part to hold on to when she was gone.
He shrugged away the unwelcome thought, bringing her into the shelter of his arms. “You are magnificent,” he whispered against her lips.
“You’re pretty terrific yourself.” Her hand slid down between their bodies, capturing him and pumping back and forth. He saw stars.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, thrusting back and forth against her warm palm.
“Then aren’t you glad I’m not afraid of getting burned?”
“Damn straight.” Though it cost him, he put his hand over hers, stopping the incredible motion. “I can wait, Serena.”
She rubbed her thumb over the drop on the head of his cock, then brought it to her mouth and sucked. “It doesn’t look like it,” she murmured with a grin.
His c**k jerked in reaction to her sexy smile and honesty. “If you’re sore …” His voice trailed off as she pressed her body against his.
Her smile was wicked. “Not that sore,” she murmured as she crawled over him.
Kevin’s c**k settled between her legs and Serena gasped at the first touch of it against her delicate inner folds. She was so sensitive that just the touch of him sent waves of pleasure skating up her spine. Desire—hot and hard—hit her and suddenly all she could think about was getting him inside of her.
She rocked against him, whimpering softly as need overwhelmed her. But Kevin misunderstood her desperation. “Too sore?” he rasped as his hands, trembling softly, locked on to her h*ps and tried to lift her away.
“No!” She struggled against his restraining fingers as swells of need rushed through her. She was going to die, to spontaneously combust at any second.
“I don’t care. I—” Her voice broke and desire swamped her—shook her—until Kevin was all that was solid and steady around her.
“Bebe—” His hands moved soothingly along her back, but she was too far gone to be calmed by a soft touch.
“Kevin—” she whimpered, her h*ps moving frantically against him. “I need—” Her voice broke again.
“I know, cher—” And then he was lifting her, ignoring her cries of protest, until she was poised above him. Her knees on either side of his head. Her pu**y directly above his mouth.
He whispered something low and guttural and obscene, his breath hot and welcome against her. And then he thrust his tongue deep inside of her.
She came with a scream, her body spiraling completely out of her control until she shattered—completely and irrevocably. She felt—actually felt—herself break into myriad pieces, her mind fragmenting until she couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.Serena spun outside of herself to a place where only feeling existed, sensation after sensation flooding her, swamping her, frightening her with its intensity. She struggled against the tidal wave for long moments, terrified of losing herself in the never-ending pleasure. She bucked against his mouth but he held her still, his incredible strength allowing her no surcease from the emotions all but ripping her apart.
“Kevin, stop. I can’t—”
“You can.” His voice was lower, harsher than she’d ever heard it and when she glanced into his eyes she was trapped by the flames flickering there, building to a towering inferno that threatened to consume every part of her.
His tongue—his wicked, wonderful tongue—went from deep thrusts to long, luxurious licks that had ecstasy trembling along nerve endings that hadn’t yet recovered from his first embrace. His teeth found her cl*t and closed gently over it even as his eyes stared deeply into hers—claiming her, branding her, demanding a response she wasn’t sure she could give.
She made a high keening sound, her h*ps moving against him as he thrust first one finger and then another inside of her. He stroked her G-spot—once, twice—then pulled out to spread the hot liquid of her response over and around her anus. He circled the tight bud again and again and she nearly screamed, pleasure rocketing through her.
Finally—finally—he thrust his finger inside at the same time his tongue swept over and around her clit. Another orgasm slammed through her—fast and hard and never-ending—and this time she did scream before she could stop herself.
Kevin grinned against her even as he pulled her cl*t into his mouth and began to suck. His hands held her h*ps still, poised above him for perfect access. He continued to torment her—sucking, licking, spearing his tongue deep inside of her—until one orgasm blended into another. And another. The more sensitive she grew, the more he continued. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe and still he persisted. She bucked wildly against him, twisting and pulling in an effort to get away from his ravenous mouth. But he refused to relent.
“Kevin, no,” she finally gasped. He had to stop. He had to. She couldn’t survive another—
His tongue speared deep and hurtled her into another cl**ax. She’d lost count of how many times she’d come, lost track of everything but the ecstasy ravaging her body with each movement of Kevin’s mouth. He was devouring her, pushing her beyond any and all limits until she couldn’t recognize the tormented, pleading woman she was fast becoming.
“Yes,” he growled as his tongue fluttered from her cl*t to her anus and back again. “You’ll come for me over and over and over again. I’ll never get enough of you, Serena. I’ll never get enough of this.”
Once again he pulled her cl*t between his teeth and began to suck and once again she came, stars exploding in front of her dazed eyes as she trembled and sobbed and pleaded with him to take her.
Finally—finally—when she was on the brink of insanity and control was a word she could no longer comprehend, he pulled her away and rolled so that she was suddenly beneath him, her body shaking as yet another orgasm ripped through her.
She grabbed on to his shoulder, her nails digging deep without her knowledge or consent as she pleaded, “I’m dying, Kevin. I’m dying. You have to f**k me. You have to—”
Serena’s breathy pleas ran through him like a live electric current and he felt his control snap. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep within her. She was slick and wet and so f**king hot that for a moment he was afraid he’d come before he could bring her to orgasm again.
Then she whimpered—her hands pulling at his hair, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, her cunt pulling at his cock—and he knew he wasn’t ready for it to end yet.
He rode her hard, his hands braced beneath her h*ps to lift her higher, open her wider, for his penetration. Over and over he thrust into her velvet heat until he was on fire, flames of ecstasy burning through his brain, down his spine, over his cock. And still he slammed into her, determined to make the pleasure last. Determined to bury himself so deeply inside of her that she could never get him out.
Sweat beaded on his chest, rolled down his back and still he continued thrusting, over and over again—as hard and as deep as he could go. His arms trembled, his c**k screamed for relief and still he pushed himself inside of Serena.
She was sobbing, screaming, her muscles clutching more tightly at him with every thrust. Her nails were digging into his back, drawing blood with every push of his body. Her back was arching, her legs shaking as he drove into her—over and over—with all the power and strength that he had.
He was buried deep when he felt the cl**ax rip through her, a deep, dark tsunami so powerful that it swamped him, buried him, dragged him under before he could fight it. He felt his own orgasm tear through him, the never-ending pulses of her body sending him so far over the edge that he feared he’d never recover.
It started at the base of his spine and spread outward—through his cock, his stomach, up his back, around to his chest. Pleasure, pain, passion roaring through him, flowing from him to her and back again as he emptied himself inside of her in a series of powerful, all-encompassing waves.
When it was over, when he’d given her everything that he had, he rolled so that she rested above him. And wondered, grimly, if it was enough.
Chapter Nine
That bitch! He’d trusted her, taken care of her, loved her for years and she would dare throw it in his face like this? Bad enough that she stayed out in that bayou with him taking pictures for that absurd book. Worse still, that she’d come to San Diego with him. But to cancel her room—to decide to stay in his suite with him. Had she no shame?
He imagined that filthy laborer’s hands all over her and he wanted to scream in denial. Serena was his. His. How dare this man think to touch her? How dare she let him?
The fury was back—so hot and uncontrolled that it spewed out of him before he could stop it.
“Bitch! Whore!” He wasn’t aware of throwing his scotch until the glass shattered against the mirror lining one wall of the luxurious hotel suite he’d checked into only hours before. The mirror cracked and he walked toward it, fascinated. Amber liquid dripped from it, catching in the cracks and sliding slowly onto the plush carpet. The closer he got, the more of himself he could see in the mirror. But he was distorted, in pieces, his features randomly placed on his face.
“No!” He screamed in agonized denial. Not here, not now—when he was so close to having her as his own. “It’s just the mirror,” he muttered to himself. “Just the broken mirror.” He was whole, normal, perfect. It was just the mirror that—