Maya Banks - Golden Eyes

When he returned, Aliyah was spread out all over his bed, her mouth parted, hair splayed out on his pillow, and those delectable nipples were puckered and just waiting for his mouth.

Her gaze wandered down his body, and he felt himself harden further when her eyes glittered in appreciation. He wasn’t a vain son of a bitch, but when a beautiful woman looked at you and liked what they saw, it would definitely add two inches to your dick.

He tossed the condoms onto the nightstand and then crawled onto the bed beside her. The wound on her thigh was still red and angry, so he bent down and kissed the area just above it.

Her hand tangled in his hair and coaxed him away to the rest of her body. He was hard and impatient, and he was positively itching to get between her legs. But he figured the quickest way to fall out of grace with a woman who practically threw herself at you was to make it all end in three minutes flat.

As he lowered his body carefully to hers, she moaned in pleasure.

“You feel so good,” she murmured as her hands ran over his back.” Hard, strong. My people would call you a warrior.”

“I’m hard all right, sweetheart, and it has nothing to do with being a warrior.”

She giggled, and then he lost his breath when she reached between them and curled her hand around his cock.

“Honey, if you have any desire to make this last, if you want me to touch you as you so very prettily asked, you need to move your hand.”

With a sensual smile, she complied. “I do want you to touch me. Everywhere. With your hands. Your mouth. And then I want you to take me. Hard. Fast. I use to lie in the cage at night and dream of being human again. Of having a man’s hands on my skin. Touching me. Loving me. Of having him fill me again and again.”

Dear God, he wasn’t going to survive this.

“I guess I better be damn glad another man didn’t find you then,” he gritted out.

She pulled him down so that their mouths met. Hot, wet, and lusty, their tongues met, and he tasted her. Golden. Like she looked. Warm like sunshine.

“Not any other man.” She gasped between kisses. “Only a warrior. Like you.”

He wasn’t sure he really believed that any man wouldn’t have done in a pinch, but her words were a salve to his ego. No man liked to believe he could be substituted on a whim. Even if it were true.

Impatiently, she pulled his head down to her breasts. He smiled and lazily ran his tongue around one of the taut little buds. She shivered, and he glanced up at her face.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

He liked it too.

He toyed with the nipples, enjoying the velvety texture against his work-roughened skin. Soft, like her. The plump mound of her breast moved with each stroke.

No longer able to keep from tasting, he bent and sucked the nipple into his mouth. She arched into him with a gasp. He sucked and nibbled, alternating gentle sweeps of his tongue with a sharp nip of his teeth.

His little kitten enjoyed the pain.

When he released her breast, her nipple was red and erect, a direct contrast to the other that still lay untouched. It was a matter he’d quickly rectify.

As he captured the second nipple in his mouth, he slid his hand down her belly and into the soft curls between her legs. She opened to him immediately, and his fingers delved into her damp core.

“Duncan,” she murmured, and he felt a keen sense of satisfaction as his name spilled from her lips.

His fingers slid easily through her folds, gliding over her clit and to the opening below. One finger eased inside, and he damn near came as he imagined what it would feel like as it closed over his cock. Hot. Silky. Wet. The ultimate paradise.

She sucked at his finger, wrapping tightly around the tip. Sweat broke out over his body. God, she was small. He couldn’t wait to dive in.

But first he wanted to give her what she wanted.

Willing himself to maintain control, he eased down the bed and began at her feet. He rubbed the soles while he took each tiny toe into his mouth, sucking lightly in turn. She twitched every time he hit a sensitive spot but he held firm, forcing her to let him have his way.

When he’d finished with her feet, he kissed a line up the inside of each leg. He took special care around her injury and pressed his lips in a circular pattern around it.

He bypassed her pussy, which incited a protest from her. He just grinned and ran his tongue around the shallow indention of her navel.

“I’m saving the best for last,” he murmured.

He played with her breasts, nibbling and licking, and enjoying every sound of pleasure that she made. He loved the contrast between the tightness of her nipples and the lush softness of her breasts. Then he imagined sleeping with his head pillowed on them. Wasn’t that every guy’s fantasy?

He followed the curve of her shoulder to the column of her neck and to the tender skin below her ear. For a moment, he toyed with the lobe and grinned when he felt little chill bumps race across her skin.

When he finally made it back to her lips, she kissed him ravenously, her arms circling his neck and locking him into place. She fed from him; there was no other way to put it.

He returned her kisses, enjoying her passion and her excitement. He couldn’t remember ever making love to a woman who was so responsive, so eager for everything he could give her. It was damn addicting.

With reluctance, he pulled away from the sweetness of her lips and slowly moved down her body again. She trembled, and he smiled because he knew she knew what he would do next.

He lay there at her side, stroking the golden curls between her legs with gentle fingers. Light and teasing, he petted, gradually growing bolder, going deeper.

The plump flesh there enticed him, made him want to explore further. He wanted to taste her, feed from her. With two fingers, he parted the layers and sent a third finger seeking within.

Whisper soft, he touched, stroked, and touched again, enjoying how her clit grew erect and taut, how she shook every time he rubbed her just right.

With his free hand, he reached down and circled his cock with his fingers. As he continued to stroke her, he stroked himself, enjoying the pleasure and imagining how it would feel when her pussy was doing the stroking.

He glanced up at her to see her watching him through half-lidded, passion-glazed eyes.

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asked huskily.

She licked her lips, and he damn near came in his hand. He yanked his hand away, but his cock remained painfully erect, bobbing away from his body.

“I want to taste you,” she said.

He groaned. “Honey, there isn’t much I’d like better, but if you’re going to wrap that sweet mouth of yours around my dick, I want to be in a state where I can enjoy it. If you go anywhere near me with that tongue, I’ll be done for.”

She pouted, sticking that luscious bottom lip out. Damn if he didn’t want to go nibble on it again. But there were other parts of her body he wanted to feast on first.

Ignoring the ache between his legs and the fact that he was so damn hard he feared splitting his cock at the seams, he rotated over her hips so that his face was just inches above the wispy blond curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Spread those legs for me, beautiful. Careful, and don’t hurt your wound.”

Slowly she shifted, spreading her uninjured leg so that her glistening pink flesh was bared to his view. He lowered his head and pressed his tongue to her opening and licked upward in one motion, sliding over her clit, then pausing there.

She cried out and fisted her hands in his hair. He chuckled between her legs. “Let up on the hair, sweetheart. You’re going to yank me bald.”