Seduction, Westmoreland Style - Brenda Jackson [48]
Her brothers had once whispered about men having certain pleasure points on their body and according to them, a man’s staff was one of them. Mmm, she would see if that bit of information was true. Remembering all the wonderful and delectable things McKinnon had done to her earlier in the week, she decided when it came to love, anything was fair play.
She reached out and shamelessly took hold of him, intent on getting a taste of him like he’d done with her. Using her tongue, she started by doing swirls and swipes all over his throbbing member like it was a lollipop. But before she could close her mouth over him, he quickly pulled her up into his arms. “No more. I need to be inside of you.”
Cuddling her in his arms, he headed toward the bedroom. Once there he tumbled her on the covers before joining her, pinning her down beneath him. The eyes bearing down on her flared with heat, desperation and intense need. She frowned up at him, wanting to be the one in total control, wanting to be the one who did the seducing. “I want to ride you, McKinnon,” she said, pushing against him.
“Whatever you want,” he said, shifting their bodies so she could be on top.
And when she proceeded to straddle his body the same way she did a horse, she smiled down at him. “I see you’re ready and able,” she said, placing her center right over his straight-as-a-rod erection. She made a delicious moan as she eased down, lowering her body on his. Their gazes held, locked, and she could feel the thick head of him slowly entering her wetness.
“Oh…it feels better than I ever dreamed of,” she whispered, balancing on her elbows and lowering herself upon him even more.
While her eyes were still locked with his, she knew the exact moment he detected a barrier but before he could open his mouth to utter a single word, she shook her head. “No. Don’t say anything, McKinnon. Get the deed done. It’s what I want so just push up a little and go through it.”
She saw the corner of his mouth edge into a stubborn frown as he fought to hold his body rigid. Funny thing about men, she quickly decided—they didn’t like surprises, but she was determined to make this one he enjoyed. She wiggled her body and knew from his sharp intake of breath she had managed to touch another pleasure point. Then she leaned down and licked the frown from the corner of his lips and she kept licking and licking and…
“You should have told me,” he growled through gritted teeth.
“I’m telling you now,” she said matter-of-factly. Why did the horniest of men want to become so noble at a time like this? “Besides, it’s not you who has anything to lose,” she said, deliberately writhing her body while thinking of her almost-lost virginity.
“Stop that.”
“Mmm, make me.” Like it or not she intended to give herself to him. A second passed, then two. Evidently he saw she meant business or maybe his willpower ran out, she wasn’t sure which. All she knew was that she felt the moment he lifted his body upward a little, then a little more, breaking through the barrier. And she lowered her body down to meet his, glad he had decided not to be difficult after all.
“You’re going to pay for this,” he said when he was finally buried inside her to the hilt.
She inhaled deeply. Connected to him this way felt good. The pain had been minimal and now she intended to take the pleasure to the max. “And I’m about to make you glad of your decision.”
Casey may not have had experience in pleasuring a man the traditional way, but if what she’d overheard her brothers whispering one night was true, then she was about to make up for it. Closing her eyes, she imagined the Montana sky over her head, flowers all around her and mounting what she considered the best piece of male-flesh to ever walk the face of the earth. He was everything she wanted in a man and more. And she loved him. She lifted her hips, lowered them, moved them around, writhing, twisting and bucking on top of him, while he tried keeping up by moving