The All-Star Antes Up
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Without breaking the kiss, he came forward to push her back onto the cushions. He lifted his head and ran his hands down the front of her shirt, dragging them over her hard nipples to make her gasp, before he palmed her thighs and pushed them apart. She felt a moment’s embarrassment as he just stared down between her legs, his eyelids heavy and his jaw tight with the control of a man trying to take it slow.
He moved suddenly, lowering his mouth to lick the sensitive spot he’d exposed. As intense sensation speared through her, she closed her eyes and left thought behind. His tongue flicked and pressed and thrust, making her rock against him as she moaned and gasped, his touch driving fire through every inch of her body.
He hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her closer to the edge of the cushions, lifting her legs to crook over his shoulders. He slid his big hands between the leather and her bottom, cupping and lifting her so she was open more fully to his mouth. She bucked in his grip as the heat and pressure of his teeth and tongue and lips wound the tension to a fever pitch low in her body.
“Not so fast, sugar,” he murmured, the huff of his breath against her highly sensitized clitoris making her buck again. “I want you to feel it all the way into your bones when you come.”
“My bones are already sizzling.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He flexed his fingers into the curve of her backside, curling them into the cleft and making her jump at the extra stimulation. He kept going, sliding one finger into the hot, slick longing inside her from behind.
“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned as the satisfaction of finally being filled rolled through her. He withdrew and slid two fingers in, stretching her with glorious pressure. “Yessssss.”
“You feel so good,” he breathed against her as he pushed his fingers farther inside her. “Like hot, wet silk wrapped around my fingers.”
“Please,” she said, grabbing the edge of the cushion so she could pulse her hips in supplication. She was almost there.
“When a lady asks so nicely—” He twisted his fingers inside her, the unexpected sharpness of the motion sending a shock wave through her. Then he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and set off the explosion that had been building. Her blood ignited, and her muscles wrenched into an orgasm so extreme that she arched upward and clamped her thighs around his head to survive it.
She heard a shriek of near pain and realized it was hers as her insides seemed to shatter and liquefy in the overwhelming release.
He lapped at her as she convulsed, sending her up and over another peak. She could feel her muscles squeezing around his fingers, responding to the penetration with power. She rode the wave until it collapsed into a series of exhausted tremors.
“No more,” she whispered as her muscles softened and released.
He eased his fingers out of her and angled forward to slide her knees off his shoulders. As she sagged down onto the cushions, he swung her around so she lay fully on the couch, the shirt bunched up around her waist and her arms flung over her head with spent abandon.
Closing her eyes, she let out a long sigh as pure contentment sluiced through every cell in her body.
She felt his lips on her inner wrist, a delicate brush against her skin. It was so tender, tears burned behind her eyelids. Luke was the only word she could muster.
“Too much?”
She rolled her head back and forth on the couch in a strong negative. “Perfect, but mind-blowing. And nerve-blowing. And muscle-blowing.”
The couch sank under her, and the leather of his chaps brushed the bared skin of her hip. “You taste as good as you look,” he said.
She let her lips curve into a smile, but she kept her eyes shut. The intimacy and power of what he’d done made her oddly shy about meeting his gaze. She was afraid of what she might reveal about how he made her feel.
“You look like you’re falling asleep. I promised you a bed for that.”
His weight shifted, and she forced her eyes open, putting her hand against his chest to stop him from moving. He was looking down at her with banked desire, his tousled hair falling forward around his face. “I’m not sleepy,” she said. “I’m just coming down from the mountaintop.”
He feathered his fingers through the hair at her temple. “Take your time on the descent, sugar.”
She followed a tendon up the side of his neck. “You are the most generous lover.” His pulse beat beneath her fingers, and she marveled at the strength of it.
He gave her a wicked smile. “I’ve learned that generosity gets repaid in spades.”
“So it’s pure self-interest on your part?”
“Let’s just say that having you come against my mouth and around my fingers is not torture for me.”
“Thank goodness! I’d hate to think you’d sacrificed yourself for my gratification.”
“Are you sassin’ me, woman? Because that is a dangerous thing to do in your position.” He ran his hand down her body to the side of her bare behind and gave it a gentle smack. His smile evaporated into a look of such heat she thought her skin might burst into flames.
She tilted her head to check the swell of his erection under his jeans and thought of how it would feel inside her. All the nerve endings she’d thought were too wiped out to respond came roaring back to life. She grabbed his shoulder to pull herself into a sitting position. “Time for me to ride you, cowboy.”
“No rush. We have all night.” But his eyes went even hotter.