He lifted away the chemise, leaving her standing only in her drawers and stockings.
And then his hands alighted on warm, silky, pliant flesh. “Hmm, so much better.” He purred against her ear.
A pinch to her nipples elicited a moan and a squirm from her. Her bottom was grinding against his hard cock, and the friction was driving him half mad with want. He suspected if it weren’t for the barrier of his trousers, he would have already taken her like this. Standing up. From behind. Insanity. She may have recovered, but she wasn’t ready for that.
So he slid his hands downward, molding her slim torso with possessive hands. Learning every dip and curve. When he reached the ribbon that held her drawers, he pulled at it, skimming his hands over her waist and down the brief curve of her hips. The scrap of fabric fluttered to the floor, exposing the gentle curve of her bottom.
His hands kneaded the orbs, but he needed more. Without conscious thought, he kneeled behind her and placed a kiss on the cusp of one of the mounds. She squirmed and tittered, but his hands on her hips held her steady, and he trailed his mouth to the other cheek and bit it.
Her squeal was more of surprise than pain, and she immediately relaxed when he followed the first bite with a second. A squeeze, a massage, another bite. He adored her ass. How many times, while doing the therapies, had he dreamed of doing just this? He had forced his hands to never touch beyond the appropriate. Had forbidden his eyes to look.
But now she was his. And he could delight in her body, in her love.
Love. There it was, that word again. He didn’t want to think about it. The love she might feel for him, or him for her. They did not belong together, so it was best if pleasure and friendship were all there was between them.
Standing up, he turned her to face him again and fused their mouths, walking her backwards a few steps until the back of her legs hit the bed.
“Get on the bed,” he growled against her ear.
She obeyed instantly, sitting on the bed, inching backward on her behind until she perched in the center of the mattress. He followed, prowling over her until his thighs straddled her hips. Swooping down, he recaptured her mouth in a ravaging kiss that went on forever. Pressing her down into the mattress. Her hands were not idle. They grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling it from his trousers, and then sneaking under to caress his back skin to skin.
He could have purred under her touch, his lovemaking becoming slower, less frenzied for a minute. But then he remembered his purpose. He planned to map and kiss every inch of her body.
Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing the tightly furled tip with his tongue, then closing his lips around it to suck rhythmically. Her hips bucked, her legs wrapping around his waist. The warmth of her pussy seeped through the cloth of his trousers, scalding him with her need.
“Kai, please.” She grabbed his head with both hands and moved him to the other breast, squirming and moaning when his mouth transferred his attention to the other nipple. She wasn’t passive, his Esther. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling, directing him.
“Oh, God. It’s too much. Kai… I can’t stand it.”
“Yes, you can,” he growled against her heart but gave her over-sensitized breasts a brief reprieve as he slid downward over her body.
The small triangle of dark curls at the apex of her legs beckoned him. Pushing her legs open wide, he fell on her like astarving man. The first swipe of his tongue over her slick flesh drew a guttural cry from her, and her hips bucked.
“Stay still.” He growled, grabbing her hips to immobilize her for his feasting. Her taste was intoxicating, an elixir he couldn’t get enough of.
“I can’t… I can’t stay still when you do that,” she panted.
“What, this?” Another swipe, this time over her bud.
She strained against his hold, her hips undulating against his mouth. He was going to savor her until she exploded against his mouth.
Her hands came once again to tangle in his hair as if to hold him. Make sure he wouldn’t leave until he satisfied her. If his mouth were not so wonderfully occupied, he would have told her there was no chance of him leaving the heaven between her legs.
He inserted his tongue deep, mining for the delicious essence of her, relishing her moans, her undulating hips, her hands clawing into his scalp. She was so close. He could feel it. Taste it. He concentrated his efforts on her pearl, licking, sucking. Inserting one finger, then another into her tight sheath. He twirled them around, the wet sounds of her flesh as it sucked at his fingers driving him crazy as he mimicked the movement with his tongue around her bud in a repeated pattern. She tensed, her breathing quickened, and she exploded against his mouth. He stayed with her until the last pulsations rippled against his tongue, around his fingers. Then withdrew them slowly, sitting up to bring them into his mouth and lick them clean.
“Kai…” She said his name with the dazed tone of a well-pleasured woman. That he had given her this satisfaction made him feel invincible.
“Kai, that was spectacular, but now I need you in me. Please.” She spread her legs farther, and he almost came in his pants, like a callow youth, at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy. But itwas more than that. It was the invitation. The acknowledgment of the need to be joined.
He freed his erection with astonishing speed, desperate to be welcomed into her slick heaven. Rising on one elbow, she grabbed his engorged cock and poised it at her entrance as soon as it sprang free.
Every fiber in his body demanded that he slammed into her, but he forced himself to penetrate her slowly, watching as his cock slid into her. Her guttural groan and clawing at the bedsheets told him she felt it too as he sank to the hilt.
And then the beast broke free as instinct took over. His hips pumped furiously. His cock pistoned into her with a frenzied need. This was madness. Savagery. Sublime. He would have worried, except she was with him every step of the way. Arching her back, rolling her head in ecstasy.
He changed positions, lying on top of her, desperate to feel the entire length of her body. Skin against skin. Sleek with sweat, panting with desire. Her hands pressed down his back, coming to rest on his buttocks. He loved her hands there while they made love. And then she contracted, inhaling in a ragged breath and digging her nails into his flesh.
“Oh, God. Again. Kai…”
