Transgressions by Carolyn Faulkner (thriller books to read .TXT) 📗

to play with her nipples. She sighed in unselfconscious bliss as he pulled and pinched each of them, to the perfect point just shy of pain, then backing off and becoming gentler, but only for a very short time, repeating the cycle every few minutes.

She was so wrapped up in what he was conjuring within her with those masterful fingers that the feeling of his mouth closing over her already engorged clit caused her to start violently. His hands immediately came down to hold her thighs in place as he began to mouth her eagerly.

Despite the ample evidence that he did not consider that doing this to her was a hardship in any way—unlike most of the men she'd dated—Ally began to concentrate single-mindedly on the pursuit of her orgasm, finding it amazingly close. And having had the unfortunate experience that most men would stop doing what he was so generously and so exquisitely just shy of having brought her off, she tended to try to come as quickly as she could.

But he backed off as soon as she began to moan more frequently and, instead, introduced two crossed fingers within her, making her keen with the pleasurable yet challenging effort of accommodating them. It had been a while. It had been a long while.

Enzo watched her more carefully than he'd ever watched anyone he'd taken to his bed, and he did his best with every woman to be a considerate lover, but this was Ally, and he wanted to make sure that every second of it was amazing. She had sounded a little distressed when he'd pressed his fingers into her and considered removing them, but then she hadn't asked him to stop and her breathing had become even more ragged as he'd begun to pump them in and out of her, fiercely, from the start.

As he fucked her hard with his fingers, he watched her face avidly, and the tension in it concerned him. "Ally, you have to tell me if you don't like something I'm doing to you or if I'm hurting you—and I don't know it. I won't necessarily stop, but I definitely want to know."

That garnered another long, low groan. "Enzo—uhhhhh—oh—dear—God!"

The unfettered ecstasy in her voice had him swelling nearly to the point of bursting. Making her cry out like that with pleasure was practically enough to set him off with her having barely touched him. He felt as if he'd hung the moon to get that kind of response from her, and yet he'd barely begun to make love to her.

She was panting and straining, though, as if she was trying to grab the brass ring already. "Not so fast," he cautioned, withdrawing his fingers over her very vocal protests and, ignoring eager hands that were trying to keep him there, crawling up her, dragging himself over her until he caught himself at her cleft and sank into her, holding her legs spread wide over his arms and pumping smoothly, powerfully, in and out from the start.

Suddenly, he realized why she was so eager so quickly and settled himself fully atop her, his face buried less in the pillow and more in those wonderful curls of hers. It nearly killed him to do it, but he stopped thrusting into her and simply lay quiet, nibbling her earlobe. "I want to taste every inch of you, you know. And eventually, I will. And I want you to taste every inch of me—some inches more than others."

He felt her smile.

Then he framed her face with his arms and looked down at her—her face was flushed and she, too, was still panting. "I want you to indulge yourself with me. There's no clock in my head timing how long it takes for you to find your pleasure. I would suckle at your clit for days on end, spend weeks just playing with your breasts or kissing you—and someday, I intend to actually attempt all of those records and more. Not that there won't be ample times when I'll take you the moment we're in the door—or maybe even before, in the back of the limo, the backyard, or wherever the mood strikes me—hard and fast and urgent." He'd begun moving again and the feelings that inspired silenced him as he slipped his hand down between them to press two fingers between swollen lips to simply lie against a clit made just that much more sensitive and vulnerable because of his imposing presence within her.

Ally was practically beside herself, completely overwhelmed by him and all of the sensations he was flooding her body with. She was seconds from rapture, yet seemed miles away at the same time because his movements were nothing but unbearably slow and deliberate. Nothing she did seemed to encourage him to hurry things up, either, and she thought she was going to die from the raw wanting.

She was so unbearably frustrated that her hands came up without her even realizing it and began to beat an impatient rhythm on his shoulders until he captured one on either side of her head, pinning them to the mattress and continuing that slow deliberate torture—sliding all the way in until she knew she could take no more and resting there for one or two beats, then removing his presence from her entirely, leaving her feeling almost bereft of him until he finally began the oddly gentle assault again, those fingers not moving in any way on their own but merely in tantalizing coordination with his cock.

She could feel the edges of her world beginning to thrum, to vibrate in that special way, but she'd never experienced it so fully before and the sheer intensity of it made her almost afraid of her own orgasm for the first time in her life.

Enzo was doing his best to concentrate on her, but while he was doing so, he was startled to realize that he was almost there, himself. But then he saw—really saw—the edges of fear creeping into her