Among the Heather (The Highlands, #2) (41)
Feeling like melted butter sliding off toast, it took me a minute to come back to myself. To remember that I was sprawled completely naked on North’s bed, and I’d just been very, very loud as I came. My eyes flew open and North was now standing. I should have been afraid of the fierce intensity in his expression that told me I was about to be fucked six ways till Sunday, but the muscular body he revealed as he quickly undressed distracted me.
Of course, I’d seen him half-naked before, but somehow I’d forgotten just how phenomenal his body was. Every inch was sculpted to perfection. Lean, hard muscle. Muscles in places I didn’t know there could be muscles. He also had the most dramatic V-cut obliques I’d ever seen, and most of my boyfriends had been guys who stayed in shape.
He was perfect.
And I so was not.
I pushed up onto my elbows, about to halt things again, when he shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs to reveal a very hard, throbbing cock already dripping pre-cum, standing to attention between his muscular thighs. No wonder he walked around all cocky with that thing between his legs.
I was suddenly parched.
Okay … there was no faking that kind of turned on. And I hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever. My inner thighs trembled with anticipation.
“Like what you see?” North teased as he whipped a condom out of his wallet, dropped said wallet, and then ripped the package with his teeth. All the while he held my gaze with this sexy confidence that made me want to jump him.
How did he do that?
How did he so thoroughly distract me from my insecurities?
“Very much.” My words came out in a whisper that made something like tenderness soften the harsh need in his expression.
North rolled on the condom and then he leaned over, took hold of me under my arms and slid me up the bed like I weighed nothing. I only had time to gape up at him in surprise for like a second before he kissed me breathless.
I widened my thighs, letting him settle between them, feeling his cock brush my belly as he kissed me until my lips felt swollen. As we kissed, he explored my body. His fingertips were calloused from playing the guitar, and their roughness sparked tingles of sensation as he caressed my soft skin. I moaned and arched into his touch. Ripples of desire undulated low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. His kiss turned rough, hard, desperate, and his groan filled me as he pinched both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I gasped with want, and his growl of satisfaction made me flush with pleasure.
North broke the kiss, but only to scatter more down my throat, across my chest until he reached my breasts. I cried out, eyes on the ceiling as his hot mouth captured my nipple and tugged. He worshipped my breasts until my nipples were swollen and my inner thighs turned slick with my arousal. No guy had ever taken this much time with my body. It was like his patience stretched to breaking, but he got off on it. He got off on drawing it out until we were both mindless with want.
So much so that I didn’t even flinch as he kissed his way down my stomach, nuzzling me, murmuring how sexy and sweet I was, how soft my skin was. And then his mouth was between my legs again. North licked me and let out a curse. “Fuck, you’re ready.”
“Yes,” I muttered, dazed, reaching for him. “Come inside me.”
But he didn’t. Instead, he tormented me, kissing his way down my inner thighs, moving from leg to leg as he learned every goddamn inch of me with his lips.
By the time he trailed kisses around my ankles, I experienced a mixture of desperation and gratitude. He showed me with his mouth, his touch, that he enjoyed all of my body. Tears pricked my eyes. “North …”
Whatever he heard in my voice had him crawling back over me. I knew he’d reached his breaking point, too, even though he’d caused this wild frenzy. He gripped his cock and guided it between my legs.
I arched as sensation scored down my spine at the hot feel of his tip pushing in.
North grabbed my thighs, his grip tight, forceful, and he spread me as he thrust inside. I gasped at the feel of him, overwhelming, full, right. Like there was an emptiness inside me for so long, but now he’d filled it. He held my eyes, his teeth gritted, as he fucked me with sure, steady, powerful strokes. I could do nothing but take him, my hands clenching the sheets beneath me as the tension built with every thick drag of him in and out.
“Oh God, oh God,” I cried out over and over. I was going to come quicker than I’d ever come in my life.
Sure enough, the tension tightened to breaking, and I soared over the precipice I’d been building toward, exploding in voluptuous waves of sensation that made North bark out, “Fuck!” seconds before he fucked me harder, faster. His features strained taut with lust and, to my shock, I could feel the tension building again.
“Oh my God. North!”
“Aye, that’s it. Come on me. You can give it to me again.” The last words were hoarse, his grip bruising as he tried to hold off his orgasm, deliberately slowing his strokes. “Come around me again, Aria. Fuck, baby, come on me.”
His words set me off and I shattered, giving up control.
Blood rushed in my ears as I shuddered around him. North’s eyes flared as his hips stilled for just a second and then he let out a hoarse yell of guttural pleasure as he climaxed.
North shook as he came hard, his hips jerking as the last of his orgasm drained from him.