Ultimate Romance Collection. Rebecca Winters
Moments later, Flipper knew he’d achieved his goal when he felt her fingers dig into his shoulder blades, followed by the quivering of her thighs. Tightening his hold on her hips, he knew what would be next and he was ready.
She screamed his name when she was thrown into an orgasmic state. Her fingernails dug deeper into his skin, but he didn’t feel the pain because knowing he was giving her pleasure made him immune to it. What he felt was a desire to take things to the next level, to slide into her body and go so deep it would be impossible to detect where his body ended and hers began.
He finally pulled his mouth away and looked up at her, saw the glazed look in her eyes. Without saying a word, he traced his fingers around the womanly mound he’d just kissed before inserting his finger inside of her. She was ultra-wet and mega-hot and he had every intention of capitalizing on both. The orgasm she’d just experienced would be small in comparison to the one he intended to give her.
Pulling his finger from her, he licked it clean, knowing she was watching his every move. “Sweet,” he said softly, holding her gaze.
He slowly eased to his feet and reached behind her to remove her bra. When she stood totally naked in front of him, he feasted his gaze on her. “And I’m about to show you just how sweet I think you are, Swan.”
Swan was having difficulty breathing and the blue eyes staring at her made getting air to flow through her lungs even more difficult. Never had she felt this energized from a sexual act. And when David got to his feet and leaned in to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips, she felt weak in the knees. But he held her around the waist, holding her up as he kissed her more deeply, making her wish the kiss could last forever.
She released a low disappointed groan in her throat when he pulled his mouth away.
“Don’t worry, there’s more coming.”
He swept her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, placed her on it and joined her there.
“You still have clothes on,” she said, reaching out to touch his shirt.
“I know and they will be coming off. Right now, I just want to lie here with you and hold you in my arms.”
She smiled at him. “You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?”
Chuckling, he said, “Asleep? With you lying beside me without a stitch of clothes on? Sleep is the last thing I’d be able to do, trust me.”
He’d already pleasured her with his mouth, so she couldn’t help wondering what was next. She soon discovered his intent when he reached over and cupped her breasts.
“You are perfect,” he said in a deep husky voice.
The words triggered a memory of overhearing her father whisper the same compliment to her mother, after she surprised him with a special dinner after he returned home from one of his missions.
Swan knew she was far from perfect. Those were just words David was speaking. But still, hearing them filled her with joy. Maybe she shouldn’t let them, but they did.
Then any further thoughts dissolved from her mind when David eased a nipple between his lips. She moaned at the pleasure she felt all the way to her toes. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, he began torturing her other nipple.
When he finally eased away, she opened her eyes to watch him undress. When he removed his shirt, she saw the tattoos covering his tanned skin on both of his upper arms—huge dolphins emerging from beautiful blue ocean waters. Another tattoo of even more dolphins was painted across his back in beautiful vivid colors. She’d never been into tattoos but she thought his were stunning.
“I like your tattoos,” she said.
He glanced over at her and smiled. “Thanks.”
When he lowered his shorts, her gaze moved to the area between a pair of masculine thighs. His shaft was massive and marvelously formed. Just the thought of him easing that part of himself inside of her sent her pulse skyrocketing.
“You okay?”
She lifted her gaze to his. She wasn’t sure if she was okay. A thickness had settled in her throat when she saw how he was looking at her. Not only did he intend to join his body with hers, she had a feeling he planned to keep them connected for a while.
“Yes, I’m okay.”
Swan continued to check him out, thinking he had a mighty fine physique. His body was all muscle and it was obvious that he worked out regularly. A man didn’t get those kinds of abs if he didn’t.
She watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself in a way that was so erotic, she felt herself getting wetter between the legs just watching him. Then he was strolling back toward the bed. To her.
“I’m about to make sure you feel more than okay,” he said, reaching down and easing her up to rest her chest against his. Her breasts were still sensitive from his mouth and rubbing them against his chest caused a multitude of arousing sensations to swamp her.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked in a ragged breath, barely able to get the words out.
“Anything you can imagine,” he whispered, lowering her back on the mattress and then straddling her. He stared down at her as he gently moved her legs apart. She felt him, that part of him, lightly touch her feminine folds and then he was rubbing back and forth across them, sending even more sensations racing through her bloodstream.
“Trying to torture me, David?”
“No, trying to pleasure you. Ready for me?”
The movement of his manhood against her was making it impossible for her to concentrate. “What do you think?”
“You’re wet and hot, so I think you’re ready.” And then he entered her in one deep thrust.
She gasped at the fullness and was glad he’d gone still for a minute. This gave her the chance to feel him fully embedded deep within her. It had been a long time for her and her inner muscles were greedily clamping on to him, tightening their hold.
“You’re big,” she whispered.
“You’re tight,” was his response. “But we’re making this work.”
And he did. First he began moving again, gently sliding in and out of her. That only lasted a few seconds before he picked up the pace and began thrusting harder.
She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. Then he lifted her hips to receive more of him. When he established a slow and deep rhythm, touching areas in her body that hadn’t been touched in a long time, or ever, she fought back a scream. She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled it, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Rule number one, Swan. Don’t hold back.”
Was he kidding? It wasn’t a matter of holding back. It was more like she was trying to keep her sanity. David was so powerfully male that he was pushing her over the edge with every deep stroke. Every cell within her vibrated in response to his precise thrusts.
“Hold on, baby. Things are about to get wild.”
* * *
Flipper had given Swan fair warning. When he began pounding harder, making strokes he’d never attempted with another woman—going deep, pulling out and then going deep again—he felt a quivering sensation start at the base of his testicles and move toward her womb with each and every thrust. He had to hold on tight to her to keep them on the bed. He was determined to show her wild.
Simultaneously, he leaned down to have his way with her mouth, licking it corner to corner and then inserting his tongue inside with the same rhythm he was using below.
What he was feeling