Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [28]
She could tell by the look that touched his features that he was amused. Amused and aroused. From the feel of things that was a fascinating combination. “Hurt me?” At her nod, he couldn’t help but ask, “How can you hurt me?”
“Like this, Tris.”
She began clenching her inner muscles, securing him with a strong hold and then releasing him. She did it over and over, and the action had a milking effect on his shaft, as if she was deliberately pulling everything out of it. He found her actions so mind-blowing that he had to remind himself to breathe. He shook his head, trying to retain control of his senses, the same senses that were getting shot to hell each and every time she clenched her muscles. When he was finally capable of speech, he said, “Sweetheart, if this is your brand of torture, then you can torture me anytime. This is definitely the kind of pain I enjoy.”
She smiled. “Glad to hear it. Now will you move? The wait is killing me.”
In response to her request he began moving, releasing a slow breath with each and every methodical stroke inside her. She took advantage of the rhythm and began moving her hips in a well-blended, near-perfect rotation to his, a mating dance created just for them.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he said when she moved and then clenched her muscles, moved and then clenched, doing so with agonizing precision, fine-tuned deliberation. If she was priming him for something, what she was doing with her body was one surefire way to ignite the flame inside of him.
He moved his hands under her to lift her bottom for even deeper penetration, seizing the moment to drive her over the edge while knowing he would be following close behind. He felt blood, hot and thick, flow through his veins, especially the ones in his shaft. It felt engorged, close to erupting.
When she began tumbling she screamed out his name and clamped her inner muscles tight around him and then started milking him furiously, with everything she had, demanding everything from him that he had to give. His thrusts increased until suddenly his entire body went off inside her in one gigantic explosion, shooting his seed into the depth of her womb. It was then that she moved her legs to lock hers with his, making sure he didn’t go anywhere. He didn’t. He stayed put and continued to flood her insides with the very essence of him.
When she shuddered while calling his name, he felt it all the way to his bones. He wanted to mentally absorb it into his brain, spread it through his mind. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t get enough of her. The only thing he could do was take and give, repeatedly, all over again. It was a simple gesture, a compelling need, and until that very moment, he’d had no idea of the degree of love and passion that a man could feel for a woman.
Holding her close to his heart, he rode the tide of intense satisfaction and fulfillment with her in total abandonment and pure, attainable joy.
“Will you tell me again why we’re here and not back at the hotel?” Tristan asked softly.
Dani glanced over her shoulder at him and found she was very close to his face, specifically his lips. She was tempted to stick out her tongue and get a taste, but she couldn’t do that, not in a crowded department store.
“I need to pick up something for Renée and Chris’s wedding.” She then returned to checking out a beautiful porcelain vase.
“I wouldn’t buy that if I were you,” Tristan said close to her ear again. “Especially if you’re thinking about transporting it on the plane.”
He was right. She had seen the way their luggage had gotten tossed around at the airport. “That’s why we should consider expanding our business out here, Tris.”
Right now they were a regional operation, and although they had a number of clients and were doing well financially, she’d always tossed around the idea of expansion and felt it was time to test the waters.
“I know we’re here on vacation, but I think we should use the opportunity to check out a few things.”
He raised a brow. “A few things like what?”