She nipped at his lower lip and a growl worked itself out of his throat. The aggressive way she touched him, the needy whimper as he stroked her nipples through the thin silk of her top, had to be one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced. He wanted her, bad, but he had to stick to his timetable. Speaking of which, he could probably move up phase two of Operation Seducing Helena to right now.
With a grunt, he pulled away and took a step back. “Hold on.”
She arched her brow when he moved around a few of the heavy crates filled with bottles. Once he was satisfied with the arrangement, he stepped back from the boxes and took off his shirt. Immediately, she reached for him, but he shook his head. “Be patient, sweetheart. Don’t make me tie you up.”
“Please do.” Her husky murmur drove him crazy.
He laid his shirt on the box to make sure no splinters could harm Helena, then lifted her to sit on the box. She giggled, and her curious look turned into shocked understanding as he sank to his knees. At this height, his mouth was level with her pussy and when he jerked her hips forward, she let out a low moan.
“Oh my fucking God.”
Not giving her time to think, he began to kiss his way up her long, long legs. The faintly sweet taste of her skin reminded him of honeysuckle nectar. The woods behind his grandparents’ house had been full of honeysuckle bushes, and Seth and his brothers had loved to go out there in the summer and drink from the tiny flowers. Helena’s skin held the same sunshine as those warm summer days.
She spread her legs wider, giving him unimpeded access to her sex. When he looked up and saw her black lace panties were crotchless, he swallowed hard. “Nice panties…or lack thereof.”
Smiling at him, she arched her back and scooted her hips forward until her butt was half hanging off the box. The position opened her wide for him and he had to keep himself from falling on her like a starving animal. Instead, he rubbed his face back and forth on her dark, firm thighs and inhaled a deep lungful of her musk.
He’d never wanted to fuck someone as bad as he wanted to fuck her, but he could wait. He didn’t want their first time together to be in a storage room. Besides, he wanted her tied up and begging for him before he took her. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the soft crease of skin where her thigh met her pelvis and grinned as she undulated her hips, trying to get his face closer to her sex.
She was already wet and at the first touch of his tongue to her pussy he had to grip the edges of the box to keep his own desire under control. Even in this secluded room, the bass from the music playing downstairs trembled through him like a mild electric shock. He sat back on his heels for a moment, admiring her sex. It was as beautifully shaped as the rest of her, with nice, thick outer lips and a pretty clit just begging for his tongue.
Before he could decide if he wanted to tease her some more or get to the good stuff, she decided for him by gripping the back of his head with both hands and shoving his face into her sex. While he could easily have resisted her, he decided to let her have what she wanted, what they both wanted. His balls drew up tight as he gave her the first full lick, the lace of her panties tickling the sides of his mouth as he pressed his tongue deeper to find the hard nub of her clit in all the softness of her pussy.
He experimented with gentle and hard licks, focusing on her clit and playing with just the edges of the hood, then fucking her with his tongue. Her responses guided him, and soon he found himself holding onto her hips and exerting some real effort to keep her still. She went wild beneath his mouth, filling him with pride and lust at the knowledge he was doing this for her, it was his touch driving her crazy, and she was calling his name in a sexy little voice as he ate her out.
Normally he’d torment her a little more, take his time with making his woman come, but he had no idea how long they had before someone interrupted them, so he was ruthless with his mouth. Soon she was tensing beneath his onslaught, her harsh pants filling the small room. He latched on to her clit and sucked the tiny nub while sliding one finger into her hot, wet, and oh-so-fucking-tight cunt.
She gripped his finger with her delicate inner muscles and trembled, then moaned when he added a second finger and searched for her G-spot. He knew he’d found it when she grunted and her legs stiffened. Hooking his fingers, he began to press rhythmically on the dense bundle of nerves and she came with a wail, her pussy sucking on his finger, her hands buried in his hair, and her hips snapping so hard he had to move with her like a rodeo rider swaying with the bucking of his horse.
When she’d finally settled, he drew away with a grin and arranged her scandalous excuse for panties as best he could over her still hot and wet sex. Standing, he smiled down at her, loving the dazed look in her beautiful eyes. The orgasm had softened her all over and the tension present since the moment they’d entered the club dissipated.
He helped her stand and when she leaned forward he bent to kiss her, but she shook her head. “Stay still, please. I can’t have you going out in public like this.”
Curious as to what she meant, he did as she asked, then groaned as she began to lick her juices from around his mouth. It was so fucking erotic his cock jerked in his pants and he couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing his pelvis against hers. She fit him so well and when her mouth finally met his, he kissed her with all his pent-up desire and need. They rubbed against each other, dry-humping like two kids back in high school. He was so turned on he was in real danger of coming in his pants and he so for fucking sure did not want that happening in front of Helena.
Breaking their kiss, he took a couple of steps back and ran his hands through his hair. “Goddamn, woman, you’re driving me crazy.”
She gave him a mischievous wink. “I hope so.” Her hips rolled as she took a step forward. “I have two orgasms to your zero. I think it’s time we even things up a bit.”
“Not here, sugar.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course, not here. I think it’s time we blow this pop stand and go back to my place. Where I swear if you don’t shove your thick cock into me, I’m going to have to take some drastic measures.”
Despite wanting to do exactly that, he was curious as to what she had in mind. “What do you mean by drastic measures?”
“You’ll see.”
Helena locked the door behind her and tossed her keys onto the small ebony table in her minuscule foyer. She didn’t turn the lights on. Instead, she watched Seth through the illumination coming through her windows. New York City was never truly dark. He smiled at her and she melted, then rallied her willpower and managed to resist throwing herself in his arms. It helped that she was still a little sticky from their earlier encounter and wanted to clean up. She also had a rather naughty plan in mind and she needed Seth to get in the shower in order to enact it.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and wash off the funk from the club. Why don’t you do the same? The guest bathroom is the first door to the right down the hallway.”
“Got it.”
Her hormones urged her to jump him right now, but she managed to walk past him, doing nothing more than pinch his oh-so-fine ass. His jump made her giggle and his glare had her almost running to her room. Once there, she quickly stripped and took a fast shower, making sure everything was shaved and as smooth as could be. After she’d toweled off and put on her strawberry-and-freesia lotion, she threw on a silky red robe.
With her heart pounding in her throat, she made her way to the guest bathroom and listened for the sound of running water. The water was off but light beamed from under the door. She knocked twice before opening the door and catching Seth wrapping a towel around his waist. Her breath caught as she took in the sexiest man she’d ever seen.
Water still dripped down his body, creating fascinating trails through his chest hair, and her fingers itched to touch him. The towel rode low, exposing his hipbones to her gaze, and she loved the golden-brown happy trail leading from his six-pack abs down to disappear behind the terrycloth. When her gaze returned to his face, the desire burning there made her momentarily afraid. His look was so savage, and he was so big, he could hurt her if he wasn’t careful.
How totally awesome.
She crooked her finger and led him into the hallway like she held an invisible leash. Neither of them said anything as she pulled him into her bedroom, the warm chocolate-and-gold tones of the decor flattering his coloring. She’d lit a couple of vanilla of candles on her dresser, and the mellow light bathed them both. The greedy part of her wanted to rip his towel off and see what he was packing, but she forced herself to wait. Being with Seth, finally, was something to be savored, and she intended to blow his mind because he’d sure as heck already blown hers.
“Seth, hold your hands out in front of you, please.”
He did as she asked with a curious tilt to his head, then grinned as she took the belt of her robe off and tied his wrists.
“Are you sure you don’t want them free?” His voice came out husky despite the teasing tone of his words.
With her robe gaping an inch or two, she raised his bound hands to her mouth and rubbed her lips over his knuckles. “No, I want you like this. Remember the fantasy you shared with me about with a woman taking advantage of you?”
His grin lit up his face. “I seem to recall something about that.”
Now it was her turn to smile. She loved to experiment with sex, and having a partner who would indulge her love of role-playing was a treat. With a low growl in her voice she said, “Get on the bed. Now. If you don’t, I’m foreclosing on your home.”
He laughed. “Well, I guess an evil banker is more in line with today than an evil queen.”
She merely looked at him and the grin faded, soon replaced by that intense hunger of his. “Yes, ma’am.”
The brown silk duvet cover allowed him to slide easily across her bed, even with bound hands, and he reached behind him to grab hold of the brass railings of the headboard. The sight of him stretched out, so large and physically intimidating but under her control, stroked her the right way. “Don’t let go of those bars. You let go, and I stop doing what I’m doing.”
The gleam of a challenge shone from his gaze, and he nodded.
With a soft sigh she slipped her robe off, letting it glide down her body. She watched him as her breasts and sex were bared to his gaze and swallowed a groan as the hard muscles of his forearms flexed when he pulled against the rails of her headboard. She was proud of her body, proud of all the work she’d put into it, and a delicious sense of feminine power filled her as she strolled over to the bed.
He licked his lips and she was tempted to straddle his face and let him eat her, but what she really wanted was tenting the fabric of his towel. She crawled up and sat back on her heels, between his legs. Without preamble she ripped the towel from his hips and her mouth watered at the sight of his straining erection. He’d trimmed back his pubic hair so his cock stood out from his body, thick and perfect. She loved how aroused he was, how his heavy balls drew up tight beneath her gaze. A tiny drop of precum wet the tip of his shaft, and she grasped his cock, pumping him.
“You’d better not come yet. If you do, I’m putting your house in foreclosure status right now.”
After blowing a harsh breath through his nose, he nodded with a teasing look in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am. I won’t let you down.”
Unable to resist any longer, she slowly enveloped the length of his dick with her mouth and sucked hard, making him groan. He’d done such a wonderful job giving her an orgasm that she took extra care while tasting him, exploring him with her mouth. The smooth slide of his flesh beneath her tongue had her squirming, and her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heart.
It seemed like the more she tormented him, the more turned on she became, until they were both straining and little noises of need spilled from her. Seth rocked his hips toward her mouth and shuddered. The scent of his cologne mixed with his musk filled the air, and she took a deep breath, loving the masculine fragrance.
He froze beneath her delicate sucking. “Babe, I can’t hold out much longer.”
She reluctantly pulled back. “Do you want this pussy?”
“No, Helena. I want you.”
The unexpected tenderness in his tone warmed her from the inside out. She slowly crawled up his body until she lay pressed against him and began to kiss him, trying to put into her actions how much he meant to her. She’d fallen in love with him during their letter-writing and having him here with her, in her bed, with his tongue dancing against hers, made her happier than she’d been in a long, long time. Though she was constantly surrounded by people, she’d been incredibly lonely. Seth had been there for her in a way no one had ever been before and she never wanted him to leave.
Without breaking their kiss, she reached beneath the pillow next to his head and pulled out a condom. They both shifted so she could open the package and slide it on him. She kept her touch light, teasing as she smoothed the latex sheath over his rock-hard cock. She cupped his face between her hands and gave him a tender kiss, loving how he gentled in response to her needs.
Reaching down between them, she grasped his cock and lined it up with her slit. He bucked beneath her then gritted his teeth. “Take me, beautiful. I’m all yours. Use me as you wish.”
The thick tip of his erection breeched her entrance, and she nearly wept with pleasure. Inch by inch, she sank down on him until he was all the way in, stretching her in a most delicious manner. Then she began to ride him and her bed groaned in protest as he gripped the headboard hard enough to make the tendons in his arms stand out. The feel of him inside her was too damn good, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of his body filling hers.
Time ceased to matter as she rode him, her pleasure building until she ground herself on his pelvis, chasing her orgasm. She shrieked when he suddenly flipped them over and when she opened her eyes, she noticed the robe tie had been discarded. He gripped her hips and sat back on his heels, lifting her pelvis and fucking himself with her body.