Pure Lust (Lust for Life) (6 page)

“Tell me what you like, Claire,” he said, taking off his own
shirt as they crossed the hallway and entered her bedroom.

She stopped, her gaze having dropped to his chest, and
muttered, “Fucking hell.”

The expression caught him so off guard he laughed. They’d
spent the entire night together and he hadn’t heard her swear once.

“
Mmm
I like it when you talk dirty,” he said,
wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her close a little roughly. “Tell
me what you like,” he repeated, popping the clasp on her bra and pulling it off
her before he gave her a light shove that sent her falling onto the bed. “Do
you like it slow and easy? Rough and dirty?” he asked, both of them going for
the button on her jeans at the same time.

She didn’t answer, just raised her hips off the bed when he
hooked his fingers into her jeans and panties at the same time and pulled them
down her legs. He dropped them on the floor next to the bed and took his time
scanning her, now completely naked from head to toe, as he took a condom out of
his pocket and slowly undid his jeans.

“You grew up to be a fine,
fine
woman, Claire
Reagan,” he told her, and then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips
and down his legs. He shoved those and his socks off his feet and dropped to
the bed with his hands on either side of her head, keeping his body positioned
above hers.

“God, just hurry,” she said as she buried her hands in his
hair and lifted her head off the bed to kiss him.

He wanted nothing more than to do just that, to whip on the
condom and bury his cock deep. She was shaking. He could tell without touching
her she was wet and ready.

But he wasn’t going to hurry.

He lowered his head until hers was resting on the bed again.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he reminded her, lips brushing over her jaw to
her neck.

She shivered when he grazed his teeth over her skin, then
whimpered when he sucked on the spot hard enough for her to feel it, but light
enough he wouldn’t leave a mark. He got lost in it for a moment, the feel of
her skin under his lips, the way her hands were traveling all over his arms and
chest, and the sweet, submissive sounds she was making.

He was getting ready to turn his attentions a little lower,
to the tight peaks of her firm breasts when the soft mattress dipped next to
them and he heard a low, inhuman moan. He stopped what he was doing and very slowly
raised his head—and came nose to nose with Popeye, who didn’t look pleased
about what he was doing at all.

“Um, Claire…”

She clapped her hand over her mouth and the bed started to
shake with her silent laughter. Popeye let out another long, insistent warning.

“Let me up and I’ll get him.”

When he did she scooped him up, put him in the hall and shut
the door in his clearly indignant face. And then she leaned with her back
against the door and started to laugh.

“I don’t see the humor in that,” he lied as seriously as he
could manage, getting off the bed very slowly. “He could have scratched my face
right off my head.”

“Maybe not off,” she said, touching her hand to his cheek,
laughing a little harder when he gasped indignantly.

“I could have been permanently scarred.”

“Girls like scars,” she told him, then groaned deeply when
he claimed her mouth forcefully and for a very long time, pressing her naked
body to the door with his.

“Speaking of what girls like…” He shifted so his
full-to-capacity cock slid between her thighs, air hissing through his teeth at
the rush it caused. “You owe me an answer.”

She looked up at him a moment, her expression going serious.

“I don’t know,” she answered quietly, her voice almost a
whisper.

It took a second for her answer to register. “You’re not—?”

“No,” she said quickly, cutting him off. “Of course not. I
was married, after all.”

“You’re just saying…” How to phrase it. “You’ve been with
the wrong men before.”

She bit her bottom lip, let it slide through her teeth and
whispered, “Man.” She put her arms between them, self-consciously covering her
breasts. “He wasn’t the
wrong
man. And it’s not that it wasn’t…” Her
eyes went big and she stopped herself. “It’s just…the repertoire was…limited.”

The thrill that burned through Diego pushed his level of
arousal dangerously close to the edge. He pulled back until he was holding
himself at arm’s length away from her, his hands planted flat to the door on
either side of her head.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His pulse was racing so fast. “You are going
to be so much fun.”

God, she was in way over her head. She’d known it the second
he’d kissed her at the hospital. He’d cleared up any doubts she’d had about it
with the way he’d held her when they’d been dancing at the club in Chicago.

She knew with an instant kind of certainty that she needed
to call it off right that moment if she was going to survive the experience
with any of her feelings intact. But the thought pretty much ran in through one
ear and went right back out the other the moment his eyes started to make the
long, slow descent over her body.

“Move your arms and let me see you, Claire,” he said, his
voice sultry as a touch.

Her heart had leaped to her throat and her stomach was a
riot of nerves, but she lowered her arms and pressed them to the door at her
back. For as hard as she worked at getting and staying in shape—running four
mornings a week in addition to taking zumba and yoga classes—she could never
seem to get any smaller than a size ten.

But the way Diego’s breath quickened as his gaze wandered
her body, not to mention the way his thick erection seemed to be reaching for
her as it stood straight out from its nest of black hair, made her feel as if
she was built like a supermodel.

“How long has it been since you’ve allowed anyone to love
this beautiful body of yours?” he asked, moving closer, his eyes only having
come up as far as her throat.

“Five years,” she admitted, then shivered when he kissed her
neck very lightly.

“And you picked me to do the honors.”

He nipped lightly at her neck and she buried one of her
hands in his hair. He nipped again and she felt the reaction all the way
through her body, especially in the way her pussy tightened with the need to be
touched, filled by that cock of his.

“That whole night-of-your-life thing intrigued me,” she
said, then sighed when he nipped her once more, harder this time on the ball of
her shoulder, and chuckled. “That’s a pretty bold thing to offer.”

He raised his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “It comes
with a satisfaction guarantee.”

A thrill rushed through her sex. “And what if I’m not fully
satisfied?”

He leaned in with a groan and kissed her, drawing from her
mouth until her head went pleasantly foggy. He ran his fingertips down her arms
and took her hands in his.

“Then I won’t stop until you are.” He went down on his
knees. “Several times.”

If she hadn’t been leaning against the door she would have
fallen down, because there was nothing sexier in the entire world than having
Diego Rodriguez on his knees in front of her, gloriously naked, his beautiful
mouth
that
close to her naughty bits.

“Shall we start here?”

He lifted her leg until her foot was resting on his shoulder
before he bit and then kissed his way up the sensitive skin on the inside of
her thigh. She felt a small sense of panic start to rise in her chest, but it
was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of anticipation. In her past,
oral sex had been a rare occurrence both ways. It had never really done
anything for her, no matter what her husband tried.

“Fuck, you smell like heaven, Claire,” he said, exotic green
eyes turned up to hers, the fingers of his free hand traveling up the inside of
her leg until they brushed over the exposed folds of her sex. “You already this
wet for me, sweetheart?”

“God, yes,” she said in a harsh whisper, her entire body
jerking with the rush when his fingertips stroked her opening, then exposed her
swollen, aching clit. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth when he
touched it with the slick tip of one finger, circling it very lightly at first,
then with a gently increasing pressure.

“You seem to like that just fine,” he said, his eyes never
leaving hers, that killer smile of his spreading over his mouth. “What about
this?” he asked, slipping his middle finger into her, his thumb putting
pressure on her clit.

She clutched at him for support as the leg supporting her
went weak. He groaned when her hips rocked in encouragement as he started to
fuck her with his finger, his thumb stroking her exactly where she needed it as
he did.

“Tell me how much you like it,” he prompted, flicking his
thumb back and forth over her quickly, making her entire body arch with
pleasure.

“It’s so fucking good, Diego,” she confessed in a shaky,
breathless voice.

“Hold this for me,” he said, squeezing the back of her knee
so she knew what he was talking about. “Good girl,” he added when she replaced
his hand with hers.

He cradled her ass cheek in one hand, removed his finger
from her pussy and used his thumb to push aside the folds of her sex. And when
he kissed her there, her head banged against the door with the shock.

His tongue looped and swirled and flicked until her breath
was heaving in her chest and her thighs were shaking. It was too much—his
gorgeous dark head between her thighs, eyes on hers, his full mouth working the
most intimate place on her body—and not enough at the same time.

He held her up with the hand on her ass when her knees
buckled, flicked his tongue over her roughly, kissed her clit, then sucked on
her. She was grasping at him, afraid she was going to fall onto him as she
started to come apart, the orgasm coming on like a freight train running out of
control.

It slammed into her full force and her head banged against
the door again as she started to moan. She clamped a hand over her mouth to
stop the deep, unearthly sound that rolled up from her throat, threatening to
distract her from the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

“Don’t you dare,” she heard through the haze of her orgasm
and felt a hand clamp around her wrist. She looked down when Diego pulled her
hand away from her mouth. “Let me hear you come, baby.” And then she was lost
in sensation when he immediately covered her throbbing clit with his mouth and
sucked, causing another overpowering rush of sensation to pour through her.

Her mouth opened and her eyes closed. Her hips rocked and
that desperate sound was ripped from her as she rode out the tail end of the
longest, most overpowering orgasm of her life. When he finally removed his
mouth, put her foot back on the floor and began to kiss his way up her body,
she was loose-limbed and breathless, and barely holding herself up on shaky
legs.

He wrapped his arms around her and drew her against him as
he kissed her hard. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue as he drew
deeply off of her mouth. His chest was moving just as quickly as hers, his skin
was hot to the touch, his cock pressed thick and long against her belly.

He moved both of them to the bed, picked her up as if she weighed
nothing, and put her in the middle of the mattress. A new rush of wet heat
surged through her as she watched him roll the condom over himself, then drop
to his hands over her.

“Are you ready for me, Claire?”He brushed his fingertips
lightly up her legs and planted one of his knees between hers. When she nodded
he said, “Tell me.”

“I’m ready for you, Diego,” she told him, embarrassment
mixing with the heat of arousal in her face.

He grimaced. “I think you can do better than that. Try
again.”

This was where she was going to lose him, she thought. Dirty
talk was not her forte.

She licked her dry lips when he raised his eyebrows at her
expectantly. “I’m ready for you to…f-fuck me now.”

He made a very small sound of appreciation and dropped to
one arm, his body poised above her, his other hand toying with her.

“Fuck you with what? My fingers?” he asked and slipped two
of the digits in question inside her, stretching her.

She gasped, and when she could peel her eyes open again, she
shook her head.

“With what?” He removed his fingers and circled her
ultra-sensitive clit. “My tongue again?”

He dipped his head, extended what turned out to be a very
long tongue and circled her nipple with the wet tip. She buried her hands into
his hair when he pulled the surprisingly tight peak into his mouth and sucked
gently. Her breasts had never been especially sensitive before, but there was a
new-to-her tugging that went deep.

“Your cock,” she said between panting breaths, getting
impatient. “I want you to put that big cock of yours inside of me, and I want
you to fuck me blind.”

His head came up, his expression mildly shocked, and he
blinked at her once. His smile bloomed and he shoved her leg aside roughly with
the leg he’d been using to support himself on the floor.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a chuckle.

She instinctively drew her knees up as he settled his hips
between her thighs. The swollen head of his cock nudged against her pussy, and
then he was pushing inside of her in a long, slow, steady movement that stole
the breath out of her lungs.

Good lord he was big. Really big. There was a twinge as he
filled her to capacity and then some, but the pleasure of having him inside of
her was far greater. And when he whimpered ever so quietly as he buried himself
to the hilt, she could feel the pressure of her next orgasm rushing toward her
again.

“My God,” he said with a groan, his mouth close to her ear.
“Your sweet, sweet cunt is so tight, Claire. So tight, and so
un-fucking-believably hot.”

She buried her hands in his thick, soft hair and brought his
head up so he would kiss her, both of them struggling for breath as their
tongues tangled in a slow dance.

“Tell me what you want to do to my cunt,” she heard herself
say when they broke the kiss, not sure where the words had come from, and
surprisingly not embarrassed that she’d said them.

He bit down on her jaw a little roughly, but she was
surprised to find her body reacted to it the same way it had reacted to him
going down on her—with a wild thrill.

“I want to fuck you until you scream, sweetheart.” He pulled
his hips back and thrust into her again hard. “I want you thrashing beneath
me.” His hips snapped again. “I want you to rake your nails down my back. Yell
my name so loud the neighbors can hear you. Whatever it is you do when you let
go and get wild.”

He went still except for drawing deeply on her mouth for a
moment. When he raised his head, his face no more than an inch away from hers
he added, “And if you don’t know what that is yet, I’m about to show you.”

He balanced his weight on both of his arms, his hands
slipping under her shoulders until he was cradling her head in his hands, and
started fucking her in long, fast strokes. Claire’s back started to arch off
the bed, causing her chest to press into his. She could feel the flex of his
washboard stomach against her much softer one. Her hands found their way to his
arms, ran up his solid biceps, over his shoulders, down his back, reveling in
the feel of his skin over powerful, flexing muscle.

“Legs,” he said between ragged breaths, and she brought them
up higher so her knees were high and wide, feeling another orgasm coming
quickly when his eyes closed and he moaned at the way it tightened her pussy
around him.

“Faster,” she gasped, eyes still on his face as she raked
her nails lightly over his amazing, muscular ass.

Goosebumps broke out over his body and he shivered, but it
didn’t cause so much as a hitch in the steady, maddening pace he was keeping.
And then he shifted his legs, brought his ass up high and started to thrust
even deeper.

Claire was instantly sent over the edge. She cried out high
and sharp as the first throb of her orgasm burst, opening the floodgate for the
rest. She gripped his hips with the soles of her feet, her ass came off the
bed, hips rocking through every pulsing wave.

Diego lowered his head to her shoulder, whispering “Oh,
goddamn that’s good,” over and over again as he stilled his hips, letting her
ride through the pleasure at her own pace. But he hadn’t come. She could feel
he was still rock hard inside of her as she started to come down from the
incredible high of her second orgasm.

“You now,” she managed to say, her voice rough, and started
to wrap her legs around his waist, squeezing him with her pussy as she did.

He shuddered but surprised her by pulling out of her.

“Not yet.” He dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples
into his mouth, surprising her again at the welcome reaction it got. “One more
for you.”

She wasn’t sure she could handle another one.

“Three in one night after six years of zero might kill me,”
she said with a breathy laugh, wondering what he was doing when he put a pillow
next to her hip.

He gave her a bland look. “Zero?” The question of whether
she’d given them to herself or not was loud and clear in that one word.

“Okay, maybe not zero,” she said, going with it when he gave
her hip a friendly pat, encouraging her to roll onto her stomach with her hips
on the pillow. “But not three so close together.”

It put her ass way up in the air, but when he gripped it
with both hands and gave it an appreciative squeeze, she forgot to care. And
then he spread her open and licked her from her clit to the tip of her tailbone
and she promptly forgot her name as well.

“You like that?” he asked, sounding surprised when she
moaned at the touch.

She wrapped her arms over her head. “Yes,” she whispered.

He touched her opening, wet and hot from two mind-blowing
orgasms, then circled her anus with the tip of his slick finger. “Do you like
it here?” He pressed gently and she could feel the tight muscles there relax
slightly.

She shivered. “I don’t know.”

Which was only half a lie. She liked to be touched there,
but she’d never worked up the nerve to ask her husband to go there while they’d
been together. She’d never worked up the nerve to try it herself either.

“But you’re willing to try.” It wasn’t a question.