Sand Angel (19 page)

Zoë wasn’t fooling Drew. Her taut expression, her widened eyes, the deer-in-headlight expression revealed she was scared. Hell, he was frightened. But for once he was going for what he knew was right. Him. Zoë. Together. Clearly she needed more time, and time was all he had.

“What’s your pleasure?” he mouthed against her lips.

“I want to taste you.” She kissed him softly. Her eyelids rose. She peered up at him through feathered lashes. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Blood rushed his groin, slamming into his balls to draw them up tight against his body. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. Just the thought made his erection lengthen, harden to a painful ache that pulsed. “Do it. Oh yeah. Do it.”

She slid out of his arms and onto her belly so that her head was level with his hips. He couldn’t keep his gaze off her mouth as her tongue made a slow, sensual path along her full lips. When her warm, wet tongue flicked out to smooth across the crown of his dick, his entire body was jolted with a volt of electricity. He felt the sensation from head to toe as she licked down the underside.

Zoë didn’t release him from her sight as she paid special attention to his sensitive head and frenulum. The muscles around his shaft contracted as she drew him into her mouth. The bobbing of her head was friggin’ hot. But it was her soft cries, the moans she made that nearly undid him. He grasped her head, increasing the pace. She didn’t gag or fight him as he fucked her mouth, thrusting deep and pulling back so she could take a breath. She began to suck harder, swallowing so that she squeezed the head of his cock, working her tongue around, above and below the ridge.

“Feels good.” He barely got the words out when fire threatened to lace down his erection. He threw back his head, making a hissing sound before the air in his lungs froze. The pressure was so intense. He struggled to hold back his oncoming climax. “Whoa. Baby, stop.”

She whimpered but promptly released him. Her eyes were bright with desire, hunger, watching while she waited patiently as he gathered his control.

“Felt too good.” He forced a smile between clenched teeth. She was so beautiful sprawled out on the bed. Like a sensuous cat she moved, stretching and pushing to her knees. She dragged her fingernails up his thighs. Cupped his balls in her hand and gently rolled them between her fingers.

“More,” she purred, licking her reddened and swollen lips.

His uneasy chuckle met her demand. “Not if you want me to last longer than ten seconds.” He stilled her hands.

She puckered her lips, something she used to do when she was young and wanted her way. For a moment the girl he remembered surfaced. “I’m wet and horny,” she admitted without shame as the woman she had become stared him in the face. Zoë had become much more than the girl he left behind and she thrilled him to the core.

“How wet?” he asked.

She pushed a hand between her legs and he nearly lost it. Heat raced through his body as she touched herself. Her mouth parted, her eyes darkened. She took a quick, sharp breath as she rubbed her clit, and then extracted her hand. The little vixen leaned into him, her hard nipples pressing against his chest as she traced her finger along his lips. He inhaled her female musk, catching her hand to suck her finger deep into his mouth. She tasted of heaven.

“More?” she asked, a smile tipping the corners of her mouth.

Drew pushed her back, receiving a cry of surprise as she landed on her back. Placing his hands beneath her thighs, he jerked so that her legs dangled off the side of the bed. Her laughter was music to his ears as he fell to his knees, spreading her thighs wide.

“I guess the answer is yes,” she said, tittering.

“Oh yeah.” He draped her legs over his shoulders and then moved in. The soft moan she cried as he licked from one end of her slit to the other made him grin. He loved this woman—all of her.

Lightly he massaged her pelvic area, running his fingers through her short, strawberry-blonde hairs as his tongue pushed beyond her swollen folds. She was slick and moist, sweet ecstasy to his taste buds. Her thighs parted farther, her hips meeting each thrust. With a flick of his tongue across her sensitive clit, her hips shot off the bed. Her fingers threaded through his hair, easing him back into the cradle of her hips. Her clit swelled beneath his touch. He sucked it deeper into his mouth as he inserted a finger into her hot, moist pussy.

When he felt her tense beneath him, he moved away from her sensitive organ, allowing her to come down from the peak of sensation. He varied his speed and position, following her response so that he carried her to the brink without tossing her over the edge. The day was too young to be over so quickly.

“Drew,” she moaned. “I need to come.” The way she writhed beneath him fucking thrilled him.

“Not yet, baby.” He released a stream of warm air across her folds. “Scarf?”

“Scarf?” she repeated.

“Do you have one?” he asked, never stopping the motion of his finger moving in and out of her.

“Er…I think. In the top drawer. Why?”

“You’ll see.” The nightstand was within arm’s reach. Drew didn’t even have to remove her legs from his shoulders. He reached over and opened the drawer to find not only a couple silk scarves, but a vibrator and lubricant.

Oh yeah. Now they were talking.

The vibrator could wait for another day, but the lube gave him a number of sinful things he could do to her. His heart started to pound. His breathing elevated.

White-hot excitement raced through his veins as he gathered the items, making sure to get the wet-wipes that sat on the top of her nightstand. She never took her eyes off him as he placed the items on the bed. When he raised her buttocks, pushing a pillow beneath her for support, the softness in her face was replaced with apprehension. He bent her legs until they threatened to touch her chest as he leaned forward and used the scarf to cover her eyes.

“What are you up to?” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop him.

“It’s all about feeling. The loss of sight heightens the sensation. I want you to focus on my hands.” He dragged the long ends of the silky scarf over the tips of her breasts, watching the nubs bead. “My voice…” He lowered his tone so that she had to strain to hear him. “And my cock as I fuck your ass.”

“OhmyGod,” she breathed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I…uh…never…” Zoë sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and began to nibble on it.

Drew exerted pressure on her puckered entrance and she jumped, releasing a tight squeal. Damn. Had he been wrong? When he had entered her with his finger, he got the impression that it turned her on. “Zoë, would you like me to fuck you here?”

“I—” Her hands were fisted by her sides. She inhaled, releasing a heavy breath. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

A wave of relief washed through him. He smoothed his palms up and down her arms, watching goose bumps scamper across her skin. “I can’t tell you how much that pleases me.” Zoë continued to surprise him. She was ready to try anything. That scared and aroused him.

Sonofabitch. He was shaking almost as much as she was. Thoughts of taking her in the most dominant of positions made his erection rock-hard. His heart felt like it would crash through the wall of his chest.

Drew gathered her hands together and fastened the remaining scarf around her wrists. “Raise your arms over your head.” Without a word, she did as he requested. Zoë could easily break her bonds, but it was the picture she portrayed, blindfolded and bound, and the fact she didn’t attempt to get loose that made his mind spin and his pulse race. For a moment, he feasted on the erotic picture before him. She was so beautiful and vibrant and she was all his.

“Drew?” She licked her lips, the same mouth that had nearly driven him insane earlier.

“Anticipation only makes it sweeter.”

“For whom?” she countered with an edge of sassiness.

A silly grin overtook him. She would make life an adventure. He didn’t need to run off to faraway places. All the life he would ever need lay before him.

Lightly he began to touch her, dragging his fingertips over the silk covering her eyes, down her cheek, across her parted lips. As he stroked a path toward her breasts, she arched, offering herself. She was so responsive.

He took a moment to coat his cock in the cool gel that oozed out of the bottle now in his hand. It was slick and arousing as his hand moved up and down his shaft. He squeezed a small amount on Zoë’s tight entrance.

“Oh!” she cried out. Her mouth made the cutest “O”.

Drew quickly wiped his hands, before he began to make large circles around the base of her breasts with one hand. He used his free hand to guide his firm erection. Gently he rocked against her ass.

“I need to touch you.” She began to lower her arms, but he caught them midair, forcing them back above her head.

“No. I do all the touching. Just relax.” He thrust his hips several times and slid an inch inside her, passing the first ring of muscle.

She buried the back of her head into the mattress and groaned, low and deep, before gasping for a breath. “Relax? Easy for you to say.”

He rocked slowly, working the lubricant in and around her entrance. “Tight,” he growled. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.”

She clenched and flexed her fingers. Her breathing was small pants. “Fuck me, Drew. Now.” She raised her hips, trying to force penetration, but he knew she wasn’t ready to take all of him. Her mind was willing—her body still resisting.

He tweaked her nipples, attempting to distract her.

“Now,” she growled. The low rumble nearly made him lose control. He clasped her thighs tightly, thumbs soothing over her skin. He wouldn’t rush this moment, ruin this experience for her. Another drive forward and he eased a little farther in. “Drew.” His name came out a warning. If he wasn’t so turned on he would have laughed. His woman was not patient, but she was tight, squeezing his cock and making his balls throb with need.

When he could take no more, Drew said, “Breathe in, push out and I’ll be all the way in.” She took a deep breath and bore down, opening the passage so he slid to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she screamed, echoing his sentiments exactly. Her legs trembled from the intensity of his invasion. The shallow breaths she swallowed told him she felt the burn. He held deathly still.
Tight. So friggin’ tight.
He had never felt anything as earth-shattering as this moment. His dreams had never been this good.

A moan shuddered through her body as he began to carefully rock back and forth. Pleasure-pain knotted his groin. He didn’t know how long he could hold on. Moisture glistened from her slit. He pierced her with a finger and she whimpered softly. In unison, he fucked both orifices. Her inner muscles convulsed around him. She was close. The flame inside him roared into a raging fire, building to a crescendo. He pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. “Come for me.”

The coarse sound that ripped past her lips was nothing like the explosion that tore down his shaft and shook him to the core. Drew couldn’t breathe or think—only revel in the depth of what he felt for the woman beneath him. He loved her. As he held on to her tightly, they both trembled, caught in the moment as their bodies, minds and souls reached for the sky. She whimpered as the last of her contractions eased and they both tumbled from the peak of ecstasy.

The muscles at the base of his cock relaxed. He felt the blood drain away as he slipped out of her warmth. Carefully, he lowered her legs before he reached for the wet-wipes and started to cleanse her. She lay boneless on the bed. Her eyes still covered, her arms raised above her head. After he cleaned himself, he removed her blindfold and released her.

Zoë’s eyelids rose halfway. “Mmmm… When can we do that again?” she murmured.

“Soon,” he promised, crawling into bed beside her. They had a lifetime to explore each other.

Chapter Seventeen

The morning sky was clear, no traces of the storm that moved in quickly and vanished just as fast. It was Sunday, their last day at Glamis. She had plans to leave by noon to be well rested for her exhibition ride Monday night in Phoenix.

“Owww…” She snapped her scowl in Drew’s direction as she started to throw a leg over her bike and stopped. He conveniently forgot to tell her that anal sex had a way of sticking around long after the event. She was sore, her ass as well as her legs. The man had turned her every which way but loose. While she moved gingerly, he was prancing around camp like a teenager. She wasn’t really complaining. No. Not complaining at all.

As a breeze whispered across her face, she recalled the night. It had been incredibly erotic to surrender to him. The blindfold and bondage had intensified the sexual tension inside her. Drew knew exactly what to do to her to drive her absolutely wild with need, a gentle touch, a sexy word, and boy, could he make love. The proof was in every ache and pain now covering her body.

Zoë was jerked from her wonderings when Trent said, “So, you’ve made your mind up?”

Startled, she released her bike, grasping it at the last minute before it fell. “Trent? Hi. What?” She grabbed the kickstand off the back fender and placed the triangular piece of metal in the small hole near the foot pedal and released the bike.

Like her, he was dressed for riding minus their helmets and goggles. “I haven’t been able to get close to you since last night.” He glanced over at Josh and Drew as they were folding up the grill and packing it away. “You sure he’s what you want?”