The Perfect Someday (A standalone novel ~ Book three in The Mathews Family) (29 page)

She fingered through the
dusting of dark hair covering his legs, fondling his erection and taut flesh below. “I have thought of you like this, wanted you like this, dreamed of what it would’ve been like to taste you that night.”

She watched his throat jump as he swallowed. Vincent
sank back on his heels, parted his knees a bit, as she took him into the warmth of her mouth. She licked at him, taking him in further, massaging with her tongue. A faint groan echoed above her head. His fingers played along her jaw. Vincent thread his fingers through her hair, the light pressure of it sent a spasm of pleasure surging, fierce in its force. She took him deeper into the suction of her mouth, wanted to please him, loving the taste and scent of male skin.

“Bella, stop.”
His words said stop, but the small thrusts he made into her mouth encouraged her to keep going. Tracy relaxed, taking him into her throat, something she’d never been able to do. She’d never even wanted to try this with another man, but the thrill of pleasuring him fueling her excitement. Cradling her jaw, Vincent eased her off him.

“
Oh God, I don’t want to stop,” she complained as he urged her onto her back.

The black of his pupils swallowed the billowy grey hearing her say
Oh God. He stripped off her black panties, adjusting her so she lay directly in front of him.

“Trust me, I’ll be on the menu later, but right now...”
Vincent raised one of her legs straight up to the ceiling. She pointed her toes and he slipped the black pump from her foot.

She gr
inned lifting her other foot so he could remove the other shoe. Her typical inhibitions replaced with self-assurance, Tracy dropped her legs limberly to the sides.

Tracy
read the erotic look, intent with desire, curling at the corner of his mouth. He had gained his composure and she was in for a long ride. His lashes half-lowered, scoring crescent shaped shadows across his cheeks, gazing at each showing curve of her body. The vulnerability of her position set off twinges of excitement in her stomach. She wanted to work up the courage to reach down and touch herself, but before she had a chance, he leaned over her, dragging his mouth and teeth over the soft mounds of her breasts. Reaching up, her palms came around his back, holding to the flexing surface. Her hips lunged upward searching for his erection, but he denied her, pushing her flat to the bed.

He
traveled downward and she stilled. Tracy whimpered with pleasure at the electric current pulsing beneath her skin everywhere his mouth touched. Clasping her thighs, he pinned them wide open to the mattress. Vincent nipped and kissed all around the pulsing spot, until she moaned, begging, “Please yes, you’re so close.”

A quiet wicked
laugh of satisfaction rose from the silhouette lodged between her legs. His thumbs bordered the edges of her slick center, one on each side. Gently, he opened, unlocking her flesh, breathing a hot veil of steam over the tingling surface. Tracy writhed and wriggled, her fingers twisting in his thick hair. He exhaled again, torturing her with need. A long deep hum rumbled in her chest and she squirmed searching to take his fingers.

Vincent
tenderly bit at the skin of her inner thigh, his teeth rendering her immobile. The tip of his index finger slipped along the crease of her wet skin, tender nerve endings quaked preparing for the invasion. “Say it. Amore Mio, say it for me.”

Voraciously lifting her hips, she cried out, “Oh God, Vin
cent. Yes, oh please yes yes yes.”

With one
precise, intimate lick of his tongue, he parted her flesh, flicking at her aching clit. He kissed her in full exploratory motions, probing and penetrating, each stimulation gathering force. Vincent drew the swollen bud into his mouth, taking her higher and higher as he ate at the glazed softness, savoring the sweetness. Spasms began to mount, she cried out in a low hoarse voice.

He responded, gliding
a finger and then another inside the liquid heat. Taking more, he pumped and thrust, marauding in perfect rhythm as she clenched and contracted. The combination of his tongue and fingers, sheer magnificence. The sensation of release rising higher, peaking, bringing her to new heights of ecstasy.

“Don’t stop. Oh my…Vincent.” Slipping past her bodily boundaries,
Tracy cried out for him, coming in hard rocketing spasms. The explosion so powerful she felt as though she’d shattered into a million pieces, drenching his mouth in compensation for his unimaginable talents.

The buzzing in her ears made it difficult for her to make out his praises in Italian, soft
erotic murmurs, of how much he loved her sweet essence.

A sort of
feverish expression of surprise shadowed the edges of his face. He moved over her, eyes brilliant in color. “Amore Mio, I’ve never made a woman come like that. You’re so beautiful. So passionate. So intense. Fuck, that was amazing.”

Her throat too dry to speak, she responded with a
shake of her head. “I’ve never come like that,” she croaked. If she hadn’t just experienced the best orgasm of her life, Tracy might’ve been a little embarrassed.

Vincent
lowered on top of her, the weight of him was heavenly. He eased the head of his cock into the wetness, drawing a lascivious groan from her. “Si`, I’m going to make you come like that again. Over and over…”

She gripped his shoulders
loving the feel of muscles flexing beneath her touch. Pulling his head to hers, she kissed him, tasting her sweetness lingering on his lips. Vincent entered her slowly, in measured pushes, allowing her time to adjust to the thickness. Tracy wiggled at the intrusion, yielding gradually to his stiff length.

“
Easy. You okay?” He brushed the hair from her face. A sort of dreamy pleasure clouded his eyes. “I’ll go slow, just let go. Let me love you.”

Nodding, she
clenched at the fullness as he slid deeper, until he filled her solidly. Mesmerized by the view of the strain in his neck and shoulders, she relaxed, opening wider. He raised to his toes moving in deep-rooted thrusts, responded to each hoarse sigh of delight rolling from her throat. The bar of his arm wedged beneath her neck as he hooked one of her legs behind the knee, working further into her. She glanced downward, past their flexing stomachs to the erotic view of their bodies connecting. Slick wetness shone in the moonlight with each withdrawal.

His gaze followed hers, and he released a shaky groan of excitement,
adjusting to his palms and pushing higher onto his toes. Absorbed in the sensual moment, her hips bucked upward, wanting it faster, but he refused, staying the pace. Her gaze transfixed as he plunged into her, making love to her in tireless rhythm. Loud moans climbed higher, filling the quiet room with sounds of desire. Pleasure rushes began to tip, shattering in voluptuous jolts, erupting from her body like an exploding star. His mouth covered hers, tongue probing deep, taking her cries of blissful delight into his mouth.

She ripped her mouth free, pulling in lungs
full of air. In one final thrust, he buried himself inside her, climaxing with a long ragged groan. His raspy breath winded across the top of her head. Her arms and legs went limp, trembling from the overload of sensation.

They kissed in the aftershock, sweet and tender.
Their gaze was full of wonderment as if neither could believe the other was truly there, lying beside each other, real in the flesh. He eased onto one elbow, laying on top of her, mindful not to crush her. Vincent stroked the hair from her face, tracing the shell of her ear as he tucked a lock behind it.

“This is how it should’ve been that night in Greece.”
He whispered, “The sounds you make…the way you cry out for me…have haunted me. I have never wanted another woman, like the way I wanted you that night in Greece. Amore Mio, I have missed you beyond words.”

She nodded.
Hot salty wetness leaked from the corner of her eyes, gathering in her hairline.

“Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry. It’s over now
.”

“Over?”

“I’m never letting you walk away from me again.” The words rolled from Vincent’s lips in a promise.

After moments of
lavish kisses, heartbeats strumming together as one, he tugged her from the bed and into the shower. Feeling sedated and sore, she moved listlessly into the veil of hot steam. Tracy remained quiet, rapt in a euphoric high, letting him shampoo her hair and wash her body. Unable to pull her eyes from his bronzed skin, sleek and dreamy under the slippery bubbles, she could barely make out his concerns regarding her injury.

He inspected the waterproof bandage still covering her abrasion, stating
, “I’ll change the dressing tomorrow. I will take care of you, Amore Mio.”

As his words of comfort and assurance drifted through the steam, somehow she knew he referred to much more than the bandage
.

Tracy washed him, exploring every defined muscle
. Her fingers played through the trimmed dark hair surrounding his jutting erection. She fondled him, stroking inquisitively, captivated by his masculine physique.

“You have never seen an
uncut man?” He questioned knowingly.

“No.” She shook her head
, intrigued with the way her hand moved freely along his skin.

His fingertips glided
over the soft hallow curves of her midriff, slick from water. Looking up into his dark wet face, dim with lust, her heart spurred with anticipation. His fingers slipped beyond her tiny strip of dark curls to the smooth shaved skin below, drawing a low moan from her throat. Her hips jumped as he glided them inside her, gently massaging.

T
ender and swollen, she whimpered at the pleasure of his fingers working her perfectly.

“I had no idea it would be so good,” she purred beneath the spray of hot
water raining over them. Laying her cheek against his dense shoulder, she relaxed against him, rocking in sync with his rhythm.

He held her closer and her nails dug into the back of his arms, gripping for steadiness.
Just as she began to tip, Vincent withdrew, removing his fingers. She floundered, shaking her head in complaint as he turned off the spray of water.

“You’re so sweet, b
ella, I want to taste you.” She heard him say in a steely tone right before his lips met hers with bruising force, slippery with friction and laced with potent desire.

A towel moved over her, drying her hair and body
affectionately as they stumbled toward his bed. Vincent flipped a few switches, casting illumination onto the center of his bed. Standing at the edge of the mattress, he eased her onto her back, one knee parting her thighs as he crawled over her. His hands settled on both of her knees, spreading them wide.

A red-hot glow seeped to her cheeks.
Vincent hovered above her. His gaze lingered, drinking in every curve of her nakedness. The bright light strobe as her eye lids fluttered. Her heartbeat rocketed out of control, tensing under the bright lights. One reassuring glance from him, full of adoration, diminished her anxiousness.

Collecting
her wrists above her head, Vincent entwined his fingers through hers. He captured her mouth, starting at one corner and moving slowly to the other. She twisted, searching for his taste, familiar and delicious. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, slowly dancing with hers with her tongue, licking in slow exploration.

Ripping his mouth away, he burrowed his face into her neck, nipping
at her collarbone and rolling his tongue around the lobe of her ear before sucking it into his mouth. Vincent crooned into the slope of her neck, “I’m going to ravish you properly.”

She could
feel his self-control reverberating through his muscles as he nudged his hard-on against her wet opening. He wasn’t seeking entrance, only teasing, sliding the rim of his engorged head against her throbbing flesh, over and over and over again. Trailing his hands back to her wrists, he urged her to grasp the iron scrolling in the headboard.

A
promising grin quirked across his lips. He added in a low demanding voice, “Don’t let go.”

A rush of arousal sent goose
bumps skittering over her body. The tips of her breast constricted to tight peaks. He stared into her wide eyes, one brow lifted waiting for her approval. She saw a flash of his white smile. Tracy was uncertain if the wicked gleam in his eyes offered reassurance or a challenge, but she nodded hotly. “Okay.”

A deep lascivious rumble of satisfaction echoed in her ears right before he took her mouth hard, the kiss demanding in its force. His tongue probed into her mouth, tang
ling with hers, plunging in sync with the thrusts of his hips. She groaned into his mouth and he sunk lower, sliding his ridge over her clit with heavy pressure.

Tracy’s hips lifted to greet him. She released
one hand from the iron scrolls, reached out to touch his face.

Vincent
stopped all movement. He shot her a somewhat playful look of disappointment.

She blinked. “But…”

He scowled a cautionary warning and she raised her hands to the headboard, wriggling her hips flat to the bed.