Catch (21 page)

"I love it when you tell me what you want."
 
He was dealing to the large sliver buckle on his belt.
 
She could barely contain her need to stop undressing herself and attend to him.

"I love it when you tell me what to do."
 

She slipped the thin lace top she wore off her shoulders and stared deep into his eyes.
 
Releasing the clasp in front of her bra, she brazenly allowed the garment to slide down her back and off her buttocks.
 
She felt powerful and alive while his eyes feasted on her, her nipples hardening in response to his intense observation.

She was completely naked and he hadn't yet touched her, but she was alive with longing.
 
Every molecule in her being danced under his careful examination.

"I want you to lie down on the bench."
 
His voice sounded deep and husky with desire.

Breaking out in goose bumps, she could barely wait to feel his skin against hers.

She lay back on the bench, the vinyl cool against her flesh.
 
Steadying herself, legs on the ground either side, she felt wickedly exposed and vulnerable.
 
He stood over her chest, his cock just inches away from her rock-hard nipples.
 

She reached up, hands caressing him, worshipping him.
 
He sucked in a breath at her touch and she realized she'd stopped breathing too.
 

"Let me suck you."
 

Her words had an immediate effect; his pupils widened and an involuntary moan escaped his luscious lips.
 
A small pearl of pre-come formed on his glans.
 
She lapped at it with the tip of her tongue, teasing more from him with the promise of the warmth of her mouth.

He shuffled forward, resting his bulk on the weights above her head, allowing her to suckle him.
 
She adored giving oral sex; the feeling of power was incredible, a real turn-on.

"You like that?"
 
She expertly ran the head of his cock through her hand.
 

He nodded.

"You want to come in my mouth?"

"Later."
 
He was lazily thrusting into her hand. "I want to make you come first."

"I don't have a problem with that."
 
She ached to feel his mouth on her.
 
She was soaked at the very thought of his tongue creeping into her secret places.
 
She spread her legs wider in anticipation.
 

He slid backwards over her body, grazing her flesh with his buttocks.
 
Stopping to tease her.
 
Expertly plucking at an erect nipple with his teeth.
 
Suckling it until she felt the dull ache right through to her shoulder blade.

He traced a path down her trembling stomach, took a left at her hip and nibbled his way back up the inside of her also now trembling thigh.
 
Parting her soaked lips with his tongue, he lapped at her.
 
She lay her head back on the bench and couldn't help arching her back, pushing herself into his expert mouth.

He consumed her.
 
She wanted to grind herself into his face, grip his head and force him into her as deep as she could.
 

Fingers explored her wetness, twisting and probing, adding to the pleasure - the appetizer for the main event.
 
She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his length impale her.
 
His touch and the incessant way his tongue was lapping at her clit took her to the edge she sought.
 
Bucking into him, she let herself fall, the thrill of release coursing through her taut body.

Tamsen lay quivering, barely able to catch her breath. The flush of orgasm had scarcely cooled on her flesh when through the froth in her mind she heard his voice, strong and demanding.

"I want you on your hands and knees on the floor."
 

She shivered. If only she could get her exhausted muscles to co-operate.
 

Enjoying her apparent struggle, he helped her limp body up.
 
Matt paused for a moment to suckle a nipple, so hard she moaned in response to the deep pain.
 
The sound came from a pit he'd penetrated, primeval emotions coursed through her.
 
She felt wanton - deranged even.

Half out of her mind, she allowed him to drop her to all fours in front of him, then lowered herself onto her forearms, spreading her fingers wide on the cool parquet floor.
 
She spread her legs, knowing she was giving him a full view of herself.

She closed her eyes, breathed deep and willed him with every ounce of her being to connect with her. Matt was on her in an instant, and in her in a single movement.
 
The subliminal call had done its job.
 
She felt him slide home and abandoned herself to the powerful, physical and spiritual being behind her.

He grasped her by the hips, his fingers burrowing into the soft flesh of her abdomen.
 
She pushed herself back onto him again and again with solid strokes, each punctuated with a grunt she barely recognized as her own.
 
Her arms slid on the floor and she scrambled to push herself back harder.
 
She wanted to feel him deeper inside.
 
It was almost as if he were splitting her in two, but all she cared about was him.
 
His scent, his musky sharp maleness filled her, every thrust bringing him closer to her core.
 

Her nostrils flared, every muscle in her body tensed, and her lips pulled back baring her teeth. Her desire to have him come escalated.
 
She wanted to suck every single last drop of his essence with her body.
 
Needed him to explode in a cacophony of lust and desire. Needed to know she'd driven him to the edge, that she could push him over and make him lose control - the same way he'd shattered her own.

Bucking and moaning against him, her temperature soaring, she was filled not only with him, but with an energy - a connection to life she barely understood.
 
He drew her roughly to him one last agonizing time and bellowed out loud as he came.

She felt the rush of her own primordial orgasm, that split second of absolute loss - an out-of-body experience as she soared with him.
 
He held her tight, not letting her go.
 
She didn't want him to let go; she wanted to stay connected while she waited for the shattered remains of her world to come back together.

He eased the balance of her body and himself slowly to the floor, where they lay spoon-like in a hot and sweaty mass on the cool parquet.
 
She could feel his heart beating furiously against her back.
 
Her own was fluttering in her chest.

As the pleasurable sensations receded, Tamsen became aware of her body's other needs. "Don't suppose you have any energy drinks stashed round here, do you?
 
I'm parched."

Matt continued to pant into the back of her neck.
 
"Anyone would think you'd been working out or something."
 
He kissed her and she could feel the sweat on his face.

She wriggled out from the soggy hold he had on her and they both flopped onto their backs.

"I don't know if I've ever sweat this much down here," he said. "You've obviously a bad influence."

"Go on, you love what I do to you."
 
She noticed a bead of sweat running down from his hairline and couldn't resist lapping it up, the salty tang reminding her that she hadn't eaten lunch.

"Oh, God, you're not wrong."
 
He hunkered up onto his elbows.
 
"I can't believe you've just let me shag you on the floor."

"What's wrong with the floor?"

"Nothing, I suppose."
 
He looked a little puzzled.
 
"It's just...well..."

"You've never shagged anyone on the floor before?"
 
She laughed.
 
"I find that hard to believe."

"It's true."
 
A flash of embarrassment crossed his face.
 
"You're not like anyone I've ever been with before."

She didn't take her eyes of him, enjoying making him squirm.

"I don't mean like..."

"I know.
 
You mean it in the nicest possible way."
 
She couldn't resist kissing him in the middle of his chest, right over his heart.
 
"You don't have to apologize - I gave up trying to be ladylike years ago. And besides, there's something about you that makes me want to throw any semblance of ladylike behavior right out the window."

"That would be my raw sex appeal and rugged masculinity, right?"

She wasn't sure by the tone of his voice whether he was being sarcastic or whether she should agree with him, so decided a kiss was the best response.

He smelt of her and she liked that. Liked that her scent and his were mingled together. But they'd not only had a physical exchange - she felt a spiritual and emotional encounter had taken place too.

He smacked her on the bottom.
 
Oddly, she liked the sound of it as much as the feel of it.
 

"Come on, you."
 
He struggled to his feet and pulled her up after him.
 
"You're not the only thirsty one, and there's not a drop to drink down here."
 

He picked up his business shirt and, to her delight, shimmied her into it.
 
"Let’s go upstairs, get showered and then I'll throw some lunch together."

"Sounds delish."
 
Her stomach was rumbling; sex always kicked other appetites into action for her.
 
"But what about your mother?"

He pulled her to him, collected her hair in a bundle between his hands and tipped her head back so she was looking directly up into his eyes.
 
"I'm over worrying about what Mother thinks."
 

He kissed her on the forehead.
 
"If I want to bring a beautiful woman home, shag her senseless and then parade her around the house for my viewing pleasure, then that's just what I'll do."

He plucked his Calvin Kleins out of his trousers and pulled them on.
 
"Now, get that smelly body upstairs for washing."

Freshly showered and feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time, Matt busied himself throwing pasta into a pot of boiling water.
 
Then he needed to locate the pesto he thought must be hiding in the fridge and pray it wasn't past it's use-by date - otherwise he'd have to leg it downstairs again and see what he could chip out of the freezer.

"There's something really sexy about a man cooking you lunch, especially after you've just had mind-blowing sex."
 

Tamsen was untangling her wet hair with her fingers; he loved the way she carefully separated each strand.
 
Wet, her hair looked incredibly dark, almost orange.
 
They were barely dry after their shower and already he felt a stirring in his trousers again.

He told her, "God, it's such a turn on when you do that."

"When I do what?"
 
Her puzzled expression made her look pure, almost innocent. That thought amused him, considering the hot sex they'd just had.

"Play with your hair like that."

"I'm not playing." She tossed her head coyly, water spraying across the room. "I'm preening."

"There's a difference?"

She shook her head.
 
"Uh-huh.
 
Preening's about grooming and that's all about me."

"And playing?" he enquired.

"Playing's about driving you crazy."

"I see."
 
She drove him crazy all right, no doubt about that.
 

The timer pinged on the stove.
 
"Be a good girl and get a couple of bowls out of that cupboard over there, would you?"
 

He drained the pasta and tossed the located pesto quickly through it, before dropping large dollops in the bowls she’d brought over.

"Where did you learn how to cook?"

"It was either cook or starve when I was going through law school."
 
He pulled out a chair for her.
 
"I decided starvation wasn't an option."

She kissed him lightly on the cheek before she sat down.
 
A simple gesture, but he was touched by it.
 
"Much better to be a girl, starvation's preferable, keeps you thin."

"And that's your excuse for not learning to cook?"

"I can cook.
 
It’s just that everything takes me ages.
 
I don't seem to be able to organize it so everything's ready at the same time."

"That's why God invented microwaves."

She laughed.
 
"I see."
 
Stabbing at the pasta tubes with her fork, she held a couple up at eye level.
 
"Problem is, though, you couldn't microwave this - it'd turn into mush."

"You're probably right."
 
He watched her pop the pasta into her mouth, visions of his cock sliding between those very lips racing through his mind.
 
"You've got the sexiest mouth."

"Stop it and eat some lunch."

"But you have."
 
He watched her lick some pesto from the fork with the tip of her tongue and felt a shiver run up his spine.
 
"It's erotic just watching you eat."

"Well, shelve your lustful thoughts.
 
Mom could walk through that door at any moment."

"Aw, I keep forgetting about her."

"How long is she going to be here?"

He thrust a forkful of pasta into his mouth, hunching his shoulders at the same time.
 
The universal sign for who knows and who really cares.
 
"She can be hell on wheels.
 
I suppose she'll be here for as long as it takes."