To Tame a Wilde (Wilde in Wyoming) (11 page)

She swallowed and nodded her head. Although he’d pressed inside her moments before, this time he’d added a second finger. “It’s...been a while. That’s all,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat at the words.

“I’ll be gentle with you. I want this to be good for you,” he said.

His words, plus the feel of his thick finger swirling around her clitoris, not only helped to calm her, but brought forth a renewed moisture from her body as it prepared itself for him.

She’d been intimate with men before. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend soon after law school after realizing he’d only been with her because of her connection with the wealthy Wildes. After that stinging realization she’d thrown herself fully into work.

Love...sex, had been the furthest thing from her mind.

Until she’d met Nick.

Chapter 18

H
e leaned over to capture her mouth with his.

The kiss he gave her was long, hot and sensual.

Whimpering, Sinclair’s tongue came out to meet his. Dueling, lapping and suckling each other, it was one of the most erotic kisses she’d ever had.

He reached a hand up and placed it around the base of her neck, tugging her mouth closer to his. He slanted his head for a better angle, his tongue growing more insistent...aggressive...as it laid siege to her mouth.

“Oh, God, your lips taste so good...so sweet,” he growled when he finally broke the connection with her mouth.

With one final twirl of his talented fingers against her blood-thickening bud, he slowly withdrew from her clenching sheath.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asked.

The question seemed even more intimate voiced in the dark room with nothing but the overhead moon shining through the skylight above to cast shaded illumination.

“I’m...I’m okay,” she said, finally able to speak.

“Good, then you’ll feel even better, soon....”

Before she’d had time to catch the meaning of his sexy promise, he’d eased his big body down onto hers, lifted her legs up and away from where he’d wrapped them around his waist, draped them over his shoulders and moved his head between her parted thighs.

“Nick...?” she questioned, her heart thumping harshly out of control in her chest. Was he going to...?

Her back arched sharply off the soft comforter and a cry tumbled from her lips with the first stroke of his tongue against her folds.

She felt his fingers as they separated her lips, felt the heat of his breath as he blew it, softly, against her heated center.

“Ohhhh...”
She let out a soft, low moan when finally she felt his tongue, thick, rough, as he lapped once from the end of her cleft to the tip of her clit.

She held her breath, keeping it held, as she waited.

Her wait wasn’t long. He dragged her pulsing bud into his mouth and lightly toyed with it.

“Nick...” His name was a husky moan of pure bliss.

He suckled her, delivering low licks and hot sensual glides of his tongue against her until she felt every nerve ending on fire. Her head tossed back and forth, her body grinding against his face.

“You like that, huh, baby?” He growled the question/statement against her mound, his voice so low and throaty she could barely make out the words.

“Hmm,
yesssssss,
” she breathed. Her body was on fire. She squirmed around his talented tongue, whimpering when her soft cries elicited a deep male chuckle, one that rumbled and vibrated against her lips as he continued his sensual assault.

On and on he...played with her. He used tongue, lips and thick fingers to toy with her, making the most intimate type of love until Sinclair felt her orgasm hovering, threatening to break.

She pried her eyes open and looked down at him. His dark head between her thighs was such an intimate visual she closed her eyes again, her body slumping back against the thick comforter.

His mouth fastened one last time on her clit, his tongue giving one final stroke, and she went over the edge.

Her body lifted and she reached down, grasped the sides of his face and lightly ground into him, unable to do anything else, the moment overtaking her as she gloried in the feel of his tongue.

* * *

As she ground against him, her soft hands on either side of his face, Nick felt his own orgasm hovering.

Damn!

He’d always enjoyed pleasuring a woman in this way, but as much as he had enjoyed it in the past, it was nothing compared to what he felt now.

She was so responsive, so damn responsive.

He’d only meant to prepare her for his invasion. After pressing a finger inside her warmth he’d soon realized that although she was not a virgin, her experience had been limited.

His cock had gone hard to granite-hard in 2.2 seconds.

And when he’d felt her dew cover his fingers, he’d had to taste it. The smell, taste and feel of her all added up to turning his world upside down.

It was then he knew that he had to take her over the edge. He wanted to see her when she orgasmed, wanted to experience it with her. He knew that once he was inside her, taking his pleasure from her beautiful, sexy little body, he wouldn’t be able to think beyond the feel of her.

He watched through half-closed lids as her orgasm swept over her.

She was a beautiful woman. God, she was so beautiful.

He felt something beyond his cock react. A sharp pang hit him so hard in the chest he nearly moved off her and clutched his heart.

God...what was she doing to him?

When she finally lay limp, her head on the pillow, her eyes closed, he reached down and made sure the condom was still on his cock.

Rising, he covered her, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

“I think you’re ready for me now, baby,” he whispered, the words barely recognizable even to his own ears.

A soft smile spread her pretty little bow-shaped lips apart. “Yeah...”

He would have laughed a masculine laugh of satisfaction at the look on her face, knowing he was the one to put it there. His cock, if possible, hardened even more.

“I’ll try to go easy on you,” he said huskily.

Her eyes snapped opened when he began to press inside her.

He knew, without ego, he was large. And she was so damn small.

He’d have to ease inside her, take his time—

The thought cut off the moment she clamped down on his shaft, her walls milking him the minute he entered.

He bit off a curse and grasped both of her wrists within his hand, lifting them and bringing them above her body

The action brought her small breasts together and his hot gaze centered on them.

“Ohhhh.”
The distressful little cries were wrought from her lips, yet he pressed on.

“Just hold on, baby, it’ll be okay,” he promised roughly.

Unable to resist the temptation of her pretty brown breasts with their tight, perky, dark wine cherry-topped nipples, he bent and brought one into his mouth and sucked.

Hard.

At the same time he pressed all the way home, deep inside her tight and clenching walls, until he felt his balls tap against the soft underside of her butt.

“Nick!”

He took one of her breasts within his mouth, and with his free hand, palmed the other. Perfect.

She was perfect in every way.

Her breast, although small, was big enough to spill over his hand cupped beneath it. He tugged on her nipple, groaning when she began to grind against him in sexual excitement.

As he suckled one breast, the hand that held its twin pinched and massaged the other, before alternating, his mouth giving up the connection with one only to transfer its attention to the other.

“Nick. Nick. Nick... Nick...” she cried in little whimpers as he made love to her curvy body.

Her tight little squirms, mewls of sexual distress and overall feel of her body against his was one he feared would make him end their lovemaking
way
before he wanted to.

“Baby, please... Stop. Moving. Just for a minute.” He grunted the words, the admission torn from him as he dragged his mouth from her sweet breasts.

He was afraid if she continued to move the way she was, it would be over in a stroke or two.

She felt incredible. Perfect for him.

It had been very taut pressing in, and she fit him tighter than any woman ever had. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

For the first time in his adult life, he resented the use of the condom he’d automatically donned. Although he knew it was a necessary evil, he wanted to feel her naked on his shaft.

He doubted he would have lasted longer than a few strokes if they hadn’t used one.

If anything, that imagery immediately made him even harder. He shoved the notion away.

No time for any thoughts beyond the way he felt, balls deep, inside her sweet warm center.

“So damn good... Feel so good, baby.” He knew his words were barely intelligible, but at the moment he was damn near beyond human speech.

He bent and captured her lips with his. He kissed her slowly, passionately, the connection he felt with her unlike any he’d ever felt with another.

He released her hands and allowed her to let them drop to the bed.

One arm reached behind him to stroke against the soft skin of her thigh where her legs were wrapped around his waist. Although she felt good like that, her legs wrapped around his waist, he wanted to go even deeper inside her. He needed a different angle to penetrate her in the way he wanted...the way he needed.

It was almost a desperate need to reach as far into her as he could. Until they melded so tightly it was impossible to tell where one left off and the other began.

He wanted to
breathe
inside her.

If possible, his cock grew longer, harder, at the thought.

He deftly untangled her legs from their position, and in one smooth move, pushed them up and to the side, so that her beautiful body was spread out in front of him, her legs to either side of his as he began to stroke inside her sweetness.

“You feel so good, so good. This is the real deal,” he grunted. His breathing grew ragged as he held her legs apart to receive him as he plunged deep inside her body.

He took her with a gentleness he was far from feeling, trying his best to hold back, fearing if he took her the way he wanted, he’d hurt her.

“Nick... God... Nick...please,” she panted, her voice a coarse whisper as she pleaded for something he instinctively knew she was too inexperienced to know what it was.

She needed him to go harder.

He smiled into her throat, nipping the tender flesh there out of instinct, clamping down with a small sting, he knew, but not so much to hurt her.

Just to claim what was his.

As he picked up the tempo and his strokes became harder, stronger, he growled against the hollow of her throat. Her wet, velvet walls opened and closed in a sweet welcoming rhythm as he pumped inside her relentlessly, testing her to see how much she could take, still holding back.

He felt the sweat began to drip from his body, dropping down upon hers.

He didn’t know how long he could hold back. As much as he was giving her...he needed to give her more. Needed to take more.

He grit his teeth as he continued to stroke, grunts of pleasure escaping his mouth as he drove into her sweet welcoming heat.

His body began to shake with the need to go deeper. Harder...

He felt her soft hands on the sides of his face and opened his eyes, staring down at her beautiful face.

He groaned at what he saw. Her limpid brown eyes stared at him, passion-filled and begging for...more.

“I...I need you, Nick,” she whispered and her soft little cries were nearly his undoing.

Still, as he stroked inside her, he kept his thrust measured, tempered.

He didn’t unleash all of his passion on her.

“And I’m giving you all of me, baby,” he said, laughing roughly, hearing the need in his own voice, one that reflected what he saw in her eyes, felt in the quivering of her body against his, the warmth of her flesh burning into his.

When she lifted her body from the bed and pressed into him, grinding herself against him, she pulled his head down to meet hers. Moments before their lips connected she whispered hoarsely, “I need you deeper, baby.”

With a harsh groan he latched on to her lips at the same time his hands grasped her curvy hips.

He feathered his tongue back and forth over hers, licking across the seam, asking for entry. With a moan she granted it, and swiftly he buried his tongue within. As he invaded her mouth and as she opened her mouth to his, her legs widened even more to accept more of him. To accommodate him.

He ran his tongue within the moist walls of her mouth, the length behind her perfect teeth before plunging his tongue deeply back within her

Against her mouth he replied, “Hold on, it won’t be...easy.”

“Hmm,” she moaned, her lips curving upward even as he took them with his own.

* * *

When he’d first pressed inside her, Sinclair felt as though he was tearing into her, his shaft so thick, hard and long she’d felt it in her womb.

Now her eyes drifted closed and a soft breath of need escaped her lips as he kissed her, made love to her mouth and began to increase his depth of stroke.

It had taken a few minutes for her to adjust to him, but he turned her on so much, her own cream helped ease the way for him to feed her more of himself.

It wasn’t long before she was greedy to feel all of him. She could tell he was holding back, afraid he’d hurt her.

Maybe she should be afraid, as well; his cock was so hard and thick, she felt stuffed.

When he pulled her tighter, kissing her, one of his hands reached down, curved to the swell of her hip and palmed one of her buttocks, bringing her closer as he ground and stroked inside her.

“Hmm, yessss,” she moaned helplessly.

“Like that?” he asked, the intimate question making the moment even more erotic as he stroked and rolled inside her. She could only nod her head up and down, the feeling too intense to allow her to say much more than a moan.

Her arms crept up and circled his neck, pulling him down closer as he continued to pin her to the bed, as he stroked inside her, his thrust becoming longer, more...intense.

Her breath caught in her throat when he angled her body to his, agilely moving her, shifting her slightly even as he continued stroking. Although the feeling was incredible, it was as though he were searching for something.

“Ahhhh!” she cried harshly into the dark room when he found what he was looking for. “Oh, my God...oh, my God...oh, my God...” The litany continued as he stroked inside her heat. “Oh, please, keep it right there... Nick, pleeeeease,” she keened long and harsh as the side of his shaft brushed against a softness inside her body.

When she arched her body up in surprise, she heard his masculine rumble of satisfaction. He knew
exactly
what he’d done.