“Do you need proof of my desire? Here.”
Taking her hand in his, he skimmed it down his body. Slowly, so that she could halt the movement, snatch her hand back, utter a protest, if she so wished. She did none of those things as he guided her hand towards his crotch, where it closed over his hard-as-iron rod.
A small moan escaped her lips, sealing their fate. There was nothing that could stop him from making love to this woman.***She already knew his hands were wonderful. His touch had always produced profound relief and forbidden pleasure. But when he touched her as a lover, with the intention to arouse, she thought her mind might melt from the wonderful sensations.He had moved behind her. Her head rested on his chest as he used the soap to lather his hands. When he hadworked a good lather, his slippery palms wandered along her chest, drawing circles around her breasts, avoiding the aching peaks until she was arching into his touch, grasping his wrists to guide him over her tightly furled nipples that begged for stimulation. Her ragged moan when his palms rubbed over her nipples drew a low, wicked chuckle from him. Confirming what she already knew; he had known all along what she craved and was tormenting her by delaying her pleasure.
The rhythmic circles he rubbed against her aching peaks sent tendrils of sensation to her core, making her intimate flesh throb with want. She squirmed, begging for more even as she feared the storm of desire that was brewing inside her.
And still he rubbed her nipples, in no apparent hurry to move.
“Kai, please…” she moaned. Unsure what to ask for. She never wanted this wonderful teasing to end, but didn’t know how much longer she could take it. She would self-combust at this rate.
“You have such beautiful breasts, Esther. And they are so sensitive,” he murmured against her ear, his hot breath caressing her and raising goosebumps along her nape. “I wonder if I could make you come just from touching your breasts.”
“No,” she pleaded. “This is too much… I need more.”
Even in her delirious state, she knew her words were contradictory, but he seemed to understand what she wanted. His hands increased the rhythm, rubbing over her over-sensitized peaks with increased speed, and her breathing became fractured. Her head thrashed from side to side against his hard chest.
“Touch your pussy,” he commanded. When she didn’t immediately obey, too lost in the sensations to discern his meaning, he bit the rim of her ear. “Now.”
In a daze, she slid her hand down, parted her folds that felt swollen and sensitive, even though he had not touched them yet.Using only one finger, she slid up to tease her pearl. The moment she rubbed that place of excruciating pleasure, everything in her tensed and a warm tide of pleasure flooded her. She was rising, rising on that glorious feeling… Her nipples, her pearl, everything was feeding the conflagration inside her, winding her tighter, lifting her higher.
Kai pinched both her nipples with exquisite pressure while biting on the rim of her ear.
She shattered.
And then shattered again. Waves of pleasure kept buffeting her relentlessly. Sparkling spots danced behind her closed eyelids while she gasped and thrashed in the water. She heard her own moans and keening cries as if from a distance, her ears buzzed. Then she was flying…
No, not flying. Kai had hoisted her from the tub in a swift motion, bringing her to the bed and depositing her in the middle of the mattress. Then a soft towel, warm from the fire, descended over her. His hands, efficient and practiced, ran over her body, rubbing her dry, and eliciting more sensation everywhere they touched.
When he was satisfied that she was dry enough, he covered her with his body, warming her with his heat, kissing her so deeply, as if he wanted to possess her soul.
She savored his desire, his passion, and reveled in it. She tugged his shirt free of his trousers, slid her hands under the fabric to caress his naked back. The muscles there shifted as if her touch had the power to arouse them to life.
His lips left her mouth, painting a trail of fire down her neck, along the center of her chest, detouring briefly to flick one exhausted nipple that nevertheless stood in readiness at his attention. He had the power to command her body, to play it at his will like a virtuoso musician drew music from his favorite instrument.
But he didn’t dally on her breast. His mouth continued lower, skating over her belly, nuzzling the dark fuzz at the juncture of her thighs. He parted her legs with a decisive movement and then settled in the cradle he had created.
His warm breath wafted over her sensitized flesh, eliciting tingles of excitement even before his mouth, hot and humid, descended on her eager flesh. The first swipe of his tongue had her crying out in surprised pleasure. Climbing again towards that peak from where he had already made her jump.
“Such a delicious quim,” he muttered between the licks and sucks of his mouth. “You cannot know how much I’ve fantasized about having you like this.” Another lick, a deep suckle. “Tasting your arousal right from your fountain.”
Oh, good God, how could she be ready to climax again so soon after such an intense orgasm? But his mouth was relentless. He licked, sucked, kissed. Tormented. While his fingers parted her folds to give himself better access to her flesh, he penetrated her with his tongue, tearing a gasp from her throat. Her hands tangled in his hair, grasping handfuls, scratching his scalp as he continued his relentless ministrations.
Once again, she felt the delicious tingles of an approaching climax, felt her womanly parts tightening, winding, eager for the explosion of pleasure that would follow. She chased it this time, greedy for more. Reassured that he would catch her in his powerful arms.
A series of rapid flicks over her button, followed by a languorous swirl, catapulted her over the edge. She almost laughed with the sheer joy of flying unfettered, but it came out as a strangled cry.
In the aftermath of desire, she lay trembling and spent. His head pillowed on her belly, her hands lazily tunneling through his locks.
But no amount of languor could make her forget that her selfless lover was still aroused and unsatisfied. Tugging on his hair, she urged him to look up.
“Your turn now. Come here.”
He shook his head. “I’m fine. We don’t need to… This is enough for me.”
“Absolutely not!” She rose on one elbow, pulling at his shirt. “Remove this. Remove all your clothes. I want you naked. On top of me. Skin to skin.”
***A shudder of desire went through him at her words. He could do nothing but comply. Standing from the bed, he removed his shirt, trousers, and smalls with alacrity, then stood naked in front of her. Her gaze roved over him, and she licked her lips. Her unabashed perusal fanned the flames of his already inflamed desire.
