Notorious by Karen Erickson Page B

ago that was supposedly rather effective in drawing forth an orgasm. He lifted his hips, jerked beneath her as he kept an awkward rhythm and she stroked harder. Let her fingers travel upwards the slightest bit so she played with his ass.
    And just like that he shot off into her mouth with a wretched groan. No warning, no withdrawal, just a hot spray of semen blasting down her throat. She swallowed it all, sucking him deep as she drank from him and he clutched her head with both hands. His entire body shuddered with the powerful climax until finally she withdrew him from her mouth.
    She watched with wonder as he fell back against the bed in an exhausted heap, throwing an arm over his eyes. Brushing her fingers over her mouth, she felt the sticky remnants of his come and licked it from her lips, savoring the taste.
    God, that had been amazing. It filled her with a power like she’d never known before, that she could arouse a man, make a man come in such an intense manner all with a few strokes of her fingers and licks and sucks of her tongue and mouth.
    “Baby, you are good,” he said, laughter tingeing his voice. “I can’t believe how hard I came. Or how fast.”
    “Mmm.” She crawled onto the bed, dropping kisses on his flat stomach, his firm chest and neck as she did so. She snuggled close to his side, threw an arm across his stomach and let her fingers drift across his skin. “I’m glad you liked it.”
    “Hell yes, I liked it.” He chuckled and held her close, dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be raring to go again.”
    “I’ll hold you to that,” she murmured, pressing her mouth to his chest. His skin was salty, damp with sweat and she breathed deep, loving his earthy scent.
    “Trust that it’ll happen. I guarantee it.”
     
    And Eric did guarantee it. He held her close, enjoyed the way she kissed him all over his chest, his neck. Trailing his fingers across her shoulders, down her arm, he savored her satiny-soft skin, the way she felt in his arms, the hot gust of her breath against his flesh as her kisses and touches became more ardent.
    His body still quivered—aftereffects from the intense orgasm she gave him. He hadn’t given her enough credit. The woman was a master with her lips and tongue, the way she touched him and stroked him. She’d lavished so much attention on him, giving generously without asking anything for herself. That alone had been half the reason his orgasm was so intense.
    “I see you’re back in action,” she commented, amusement lacing her voice as she reached out and stroked her fingers down the length of his hardening cock.
    “Being close to you does it.” Not a lie. Just being with her did it for him.
    “Ah, I appreciate that, trust me.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and fisted him. “Make love to me, Eric.”
    Her words sounded in his head, pounded in his heart.
    Make love to me, Eric.
    He’d never considered it making love before. Not even with Brandon and that had been by far the most intense and serious relationship he’d ever been in. When they’d invited Alexa into the mix he definitely hadn’t been able to consider it making love. What they’d shared had been too animalistic, too raw to be considered lovemaking.
    Just straight, hardcore fucking. It sounded sordid but hell, that’s what it had been.
    With Stacy though, it felt different. Stronger. Tender and loving, raw and passionate, he could be both with her. He could be himself with her. There was no fronting with her though he’d tried mightily throughout their entire relationship.
    She saw him for what he was. And she didn’t turn him away. It was a blessing. She was a blessing.
    Overwhelmed with emotion, he rolled over so she lay beneath him, a big smile curving her lips as she stared up at him. He gazed into her beautiful eyes, losing himself in their alluring depths. He still couldn’t believe he was with her. Really with her. She should’ve