Insatiable (16 page)

“Why do you tell me these things?” he muttered, toeing his boots off.

“So you’ll take your pants off?”

He jerked to a stop and shook his head at her. “Not as innocent as you appear.”

“I’ve been begging you to help me with that! Daniel, what if I die tomorrow, and I have never been with you? Never had you inside me?” She sent him her best face, the most pitiful one that almost always worked on others when she was growing up.

“You’re a menace.” He shoved his pants down, and she exhaled sharply at the sight of his body so boldly exposed to her view.

“You’re breathtaking.” Scrambling from bed, she pressed herself to his body for long moments, just soaking him in, skin to skin. He groaned again, kissing her temple, his fingers digging into her ass to haul her closer. She tried not to smile her triumph but failed. Her amusement melted away at the wonder of his body against hers.

So much sensation! So much feeling. Her head tipped back, and he feasted on her neck. How long had she dreamed of what this would be like? And how much was reality far better and more overwhelming than what she’d imagined?

His hands were big, sure as he cupped her ass. He was so much bigger than she was. Normally, back home, a man like Daniel would have scared her, but this one was so delicious she couldn’t seem to get enough.

He shook just a bit, more like vibrated as he kissed over one shoulder and to the hollow of her throat. He wanted her so much he had to rein it in or risk scaring or harming her.

He shouldn’t be doing it, he knew. Shouldn’t be giving in to his nearly overwhelming desire to kiss and touch every part of her. But it was too late for that. Once he’d seen that slice, once he’d come out of the haze of worry that she’d been harmed, she’d been naked. And wet. And like a siren, she beckoned him, and he couldn’t resist her any longer.

Her taste was just like her: spicy, sweet, complicated. He swirled his tongue in the hollow of her throat, licked over the delicate edge of her collarbone. She arched, made soft sounds of need as he struggled to hang on and give her pleasure.

His inner conqueror wanted to storm the gates, to thrust inside her, rut on her until they were a sweaty heap. She wasn’t ready for that just yet; he knew it even as need crawled through him like broken glass.

Lowering her to her back, he secured her wrists above her head, grasping hard enough to keep her still, but not hard enough to harm. What a picture she made there, arched, her pale skin flushed with pleasure, her body more lovely than he could have imagined. Desire blurred her eyes, brought a fever gloss to them, but the mischief remained. That had surprised him about her at first, the way she teased when he’d least expected it.

“I want to touch you,” she gasped out as he kissed the soft spot just beneath her ear.

“I like you in my control. Keeps you out of trouble.”

She arched, rolling her hips to grind against his already aching cock, and they both moaned. Hers was surprised pleasure.

“
You
are trouble, Daniel.” She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with trouble of her very own.

“So my mother and sisters tell me.” He slid his body down hers, loving the way it felt, loving how those bright eyes of hers clouded again, hazed with pleasure.

“I can’t possibly fuck you if I don’t know your last name,” she gasped out when he let go of her wrists to slide his palms down her arms, down to her breasts. The prettiest breasts he’d ever seen. Heavy and large, though the rest of her was lithe and slim. Oh, the fantasies he’d had about them, about sliding his cock between them, tasting them, touching them.

He should have lied. Told her the name he used on assignments, but she’d called him Daniel. She was naked, giving herself to him so honestly he couldn’t pretend with her. “Haws.” To ensure she didn’t follow up, he licked across a pebbled nipple, and if she had another question, she swallowed it on a delighted gasp.

“Please. Please be in me.” She writhed, driving sense from his brain.

“It’s not that simple,” he said around a nipple. “I can’t just shove my cock into your pussy. You need to be wet, prepared so I don’t hurt you.”

He laughed at her pout and annoyed snort. “Trust me when I tell you this part is fun. The making you ready part entails an orgasm before fucking.”

She blushed, the heat of her skin against his more than a tiny bit distracting.

After he’d paid homage to her nipples, licking, sucking, biting, he continued to kiss his way down her belly, smooth as the softest silk, before settling between her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but his shoulders made that impossible.

“Are you still with me, sweet?” He looked up the magnificence of her body and into her face.

“You’re going to l-lick me?”

He sent her a mercenary grin. “More than once. I’m going to bury my face in your pussy, licking, sucking, tormenting your clit until you come all over me.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parted as her breath sped and she nodded.
“Oh
. I’ve never done that.”

He spread her open, loving the way she looked, desire darkened, glistening and swollen. All for him.

Her muscles tensed, and he petted down her thigh a moment. “You’re beautiful here just like everywhere else.” She was, gods, she was, and it peeled away layer after layer of his defenses. She left him exposed in a way he wasn’t comfortable with and yet began to crave.

A long, gentle lick stilled any further protests from her, and he laughed inside.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his head, bent over her pussy as he paid it homage. Each time his tongue swept through her, she melted just a bit more. Warm, languid ripples of pleasure broke over her again and again. What he did devastated her in all the best and most frightening ways.

This, this licking and ministering to her with his mouth was intensely intimate. So much trust there to expose herself to him like that and for him to take; that’s what got her most. She offered herself up, and he didn’t rush, didn’t ravish her, he tested, tasted, enjoyed every moment. Daniel Haws
savored
her.

It was so beyond her ability to grasp, what he made her feel. Climax approached, sinuous and white-hot, it struck when he slowly sucked her clit, something she’d never imagined before but now surely couldn’t be expected to live without. She’d heard women refer to screaming when they came and had never understood the phrase. Sure it felt good to orgasm, but so good you screamed?

She understood it as pleasure barreled through her, drowning her until the sensation had such an edge she lost her moorings and a sound, deep from her gut, tore from her mouth so loudly she was sure people across the courtyard had heard it.

She hoped they had, as she lay in an exhausted and utterly sated heap. She wanted it known just what he’d done to her. Daniel kissed her hip and then moved to take her mouth. She hesitated, knowing where he’d just been, but who was she to resist him?

The result left gooseflesh, a tangle of taboo, of desire, of satiation, she tasted herself, but it was on him, so it was more.

“Am I ready now? For the fucking part?” she asked, eyes still closed as she drew lazy circles on his forearm.

“Already? Did I misjudge your reaction when I ate your pussy?”

“Oh, that’s a term I’m not sure how I feel about. On one hand, it’s spectacularly dirty, and with you, dirty makes me feel all tingly and warm.”

He laughed, kissing her chin.

“On the other hand, it seems vulgar. Which is probably why it sounds so dirty, which is why I like it, so never mind. I’m all right with it. Really all right with it. It might be my favorite thing ever.”

His grin was something she hadn’t seen from him yet, something she’d never seen directed at her, ever. The smug male grin, the one that says he knows what he’s done, and he likes that it’s made you all silly.

“We should wait.”

She sighed at his half-hearted attempts to protect her virtue. This called for action on her part. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock.
Cock.
She liked the word; it made sense, she thought as she grasped it, hard, feral, proud. His pulse beat against her palm, the way he totally gave up arguing with her once she’d slid her fist down over him.

“I’ve seen this. Not your cock, um.” She panicked as she remembered she had seen his cock when she’d watched him masturbate several days before.

He opened his eyes, knowing she was hiding something. His muscles coiled, and it made her sort of dizzy. This was totally how women became addled with men. She got it now, but the trap was sprung! Even knowing this, even knowing utterly silly things like muscles made her loopy and giggly, she couldn’t bear the idea of not having him make her feel that way.

“You’ve seen what?” The voice was indolent, but she heard the steel beneath.

“You’re very bossy.”

One eyebrow rose imperiously. “
I’m
bossy? You’re ordering me to fuck you. Who’s bossy?”

She couldn’t hide a grin. “I never denied I was bossy, and you
will
fuck me, Daniel Haws. I demand it, and you’re just a . . . a tease if you don’t.”

“Indignation suits you,” he murmured, stroking the backs of his fingers down her body, over each nipple until she forgot what she’d been talking about. Until he reminded her. “You’ve seen what? A cock in your hand? My cock?”

She huffed. “I’ve watched. I know I shouldn’t have. I watched a couple out in the courtyard. They didn’t see me. She”—Carina pumped her fist up and down his cock, startled when he groaned so very loud—“she did that.”

“Do you want to know the jargon for that?” He adjusted her grip a little, showed her a pace and it warmed her, made her want him even more. But most of all, she wanted to show him pleasure.

“Yes.”

“It’s called a hand job. Men can give them to women, too. My sister is the kind of woman who—just a tiny bit slower, yes, that’s very good—my sister likes to know things, always reading, always studying. She told me once that the term came from Earth. Funny the things that survive.”

She liked that he shared that bit of his life with her. It meant he trusted her.

“Have you watched a lot?” His voice had deepened somehow. The strain was evident.

“A few times. I . . . I wanted to know, and it was so beautiful, even in a courtyard under the moon.”

“But dirty.” He stayed her hand. “Wait, I want to be in you when I come.”

“Yes, dirty, and I must tell you I heartily approve of this direction. I’m on fertility blockers. I had to in preparation for my nuptials.” She grimaced, and his lip curled.

“None of that talk now. That’s not going to happen. Do you feel up to straddling me? You can control how fast and deep I am that way.”

“Is that how it’s normally done?” Gods, she sounded like such a twit. “I mean, I know the insert of boy part into girl part stuff. But, I’ve seen it twice. One was a man on a woman, the other was from behind, like horses.”

Daniel scrubbed his hands over his face. “You’re going to kill me. Sweet, I’m no virgin. You should have a gentler man, one with more patience.”

This was
not
going in the right direction at all. She scrambled over him and realized what he meant and liked that idea. “I’ve masturbated before. I know the mechanics of sex. I’ve felt desire, and I even feel it now, despite your attitude. I just have to learn more than you do. I don’t think it’s fair to malign that. You said you’d teach me, after all.”

“I meant what the world is like, not all the sexual positions. Also, you’re quite the voyeur.”

“Well, you said it, and you didn’t say the other thing about only the world and not sexual positions, so you’d be a cheat if you tried to take it back now. I’m quite sure honor would prevent you from being such a cad. Teach me, Daniel. I only trust you to do it.”

“You’re dangerous.” He snarled when he said it, but made no move to get away. So she took that as a compliment. “Rise up on your knees,” he said, stroking his fingertips up her thighs. “But don’t think I’m fooled by your game.”

She laughed, rising up and putting her hand atop his as he grasped his cock. “I didn’t think you’d be fooled, but it sounded good. If you were just a bit dumber, I’d have had you. I think I have it from here.” She lowered herself, just letting the head slide inside. “This part”—she circled just a bit, and sparks of pleasure arced through her in a totally unexpected way. In a really good way—“goes here.”

When he answered, she had to work to understand him, because his teeth were clenched. “Yes, take it slow so your body can adjust. I wanted to stretch you with my fingers but, dear gods, it’s too late for that.”

This was natural, right, and she let instinct take over. She didn’t need a lesson; she just needed to listen to her body and to his. Rocking her hips, she took him in deeper, and he cursed.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“It stings just a bit, but the next time I pull up and come back down a bit, it won’t hurt anymore. It will feel very, very good.” This time when she pushed herself down on him, the head of him hit the whisper of skin that technically made her a virgin. It hurt then, the press of his cock into her pussy. He felt enormous.

His hands on her hips tightened. “Here, sweet, let me ease you.” He slid a hand between them, finding her clit, slowly circling it. Within a few breaths, she slickened, loosened around him and the burn was gone when he thrust up just a bit, but enough to slide past that barrier.

She handled the rest, fascinated by the intensity of her pleasure as he burrowed deeper into her body. And by the way he hardened as they remained locked together this way. His belly tautened; his fingers digging into her waist would leave a mark, though not one she’d regret in any fashion. His features froze, hard with concentration.

Whatever he did to her clit, it built slow and deep, and the only way it seemed she could get more, get what she needed to scratch an itch deeper than she’d felt before, was to let him in all the way.