Master of Fortune by Katherine Garbera

her legs around his waist and tried to impale herself on him but he pulled back.
    He nibbled his way down the center of her body again, pressing her breasts against his face as he continued on his path straight back to her aching center.
    She parted her legs, opening them widely for him, and he lowered his head, taking her in his mouth. First his warm breath caressed her and then his tongue. His fingers teased the opening of her body, circling but not entering her as his tongue tapped out a rhythm against her very center.
    She gripped the headboard tighter and tighter as her hips rose and fell trying to force him to penetrate her, but still he held his touch only at the entrance of her body.
    “Please, Henry. I need you. Now.”
    He caught her between his lips and sucked her into his mouth. At the same time he thrust his finger deep into her body. She screamed as her body spasmed. She rocked her hips against his finger and mouth as he kept up the pressure, not letting her come down from her orgasm, but building her up once again.

    Henry moved slowly up and over Astrid. He was aching hard and needed a condom fast. She was languid as she moved against him, her legs tangling with his.
    He’d drawn out this lovemaking, because he’d wanted to explore every inch of her passion, find out what it took to turn this woman on. He wanted to know her intimate secrets. And he refused to stop until he knew them all. Tonight was just the tip of the iceberg.
    “I don’t want to come without you again,” Astrid said.
    “Me, either. Are you on the Pill?” he asked.
    “I won’t get pregnant,” she said.
    “Good, because I don’t have a condom,” he said.
    “You don’t?”
    “Why would I carry one around?” he asked her.
    She just smiled up at him. “I guess you didn’t plan this.”
    “Not at all,” he said.
    “You make me feel special,” she said.
    The words were honestly innocent as she wrapped her arms around him rubbing her hands over his skin. He loved the feel of her long cool fingers on him. When she found the sensitive area at the base of his spine, tracing her finger in a small circle, awareness spread through hers in waves, and a shudder went through his entire body.
    He drew her hand away from his body and linked their fingers together, tasting her with long slow sweeps of his tongue against her neck and her collarbone. She smelled heavenly…sex and woman…his woman.
    Was she his?
    He lifted himself away from her, kneeling between her legs. She touched his thigh, the only part of his body she could reach.
    Her fingers were cool against his hip. He needed her under him now. The teasing had gone on long enough—now he needed to be inside of her. To claim Astrid as his. Because whatever else happened between them, tonight she was his.
    He tumbled her back on the bed. She held his shoulders as he slid up over her. He tested her body to make sure she was still ready for him. He held himself poised at her entrance. Felt her silky legs draw up along his and then fall open. Anticipation made the base of his spine tingle.
    She shifted under him. Her shoulders rotated until the tips of her berry-hard nipples brushed against him.
    He lowered himself over her, settling into place between her legs. She skimmed her gaze over his body, down to the place where they met.
    He looked down at her but her eyes were shut. “Don’t close your eyes,” he said, wanting her to see this moment when she became his.
    He lifted her hips and waited until their eyes met, then slid into her body. She was a tight fit and he eased inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles resting at the small of his back.
    She closed her eyes for a minute, her arms tightened around him. He couldn’t breathe anyway as he started to move over her, found her mouth with his. She turned her head away from him, kissed his shoulders and his neck, scraped her nails down his back as he thrust slowly,