“And much as I’d like to, I shall not spend much time enjoying your breasts just yet,” he said, his heated gaze making the place between her thighs throb with a heavy, pleasing warmth.
“Still, I will tell you they are lovely.” He slid his hands beneath them then, cupping, lifting, and weighing the soft, full rounds. “Prolonging one’s release can heighten sensual pleasure and, much as your breasts enthrall me, I want to kiss you elsewhere tonight,” he said, the words, his touch, sending hot streaks of tingly sensation across her tender parts. “I burn to see you senseless with desire.
“But first you must relax,” he said as he eased her onto the edge of the bed. “We will achieve that with the hidden delights here,” – he slid one finger between her legs, traced its tip along the center of her – “this place, the heart of your womanhood. The part of you stirring me so fiercely this moment.”
“I stir you?”
“And how.” He met her gaze, scarce hearing her through the haze of his arousal. “I am so besotted, I would pull down every star from the heavens and place them at your feet if I could – all for the privilege of just standing here with you, seeing you thus, and breathing in the glory of you.”
She blinked. “Oh, my.”
“Would you stir me more?” He looked at her, waiting. “Will you do whatever I ask?”
“Aye.” She wet her lips, scarce able to breathe for the pounding need consuming her. A hot, tight spinning deep inside her that would surely burst any moment. “What should I do?”
“Open for me, Caterine. Show me your sweetness. Let me gaze upon you.”
“Is this desire? I believe so…” she gasped, spreading her knees.
Fully, unashamedly, and as wide as she could open them.
“Kiss me there, as you promised.” A half-choked voice rasped the plea. “I cannot stand it…” She squirmed on the bedsheets, the mind-numbing, carnal excitement almost blurring the room around them, everything seeming to recede, leaving only sensation.
“Hold what you are feeling.” His deep voice came as if from a great distance, and she glanced up to find him staring at her, his face dark with passion.
Keeping her gaze, he knelt between her thighs. “I shall touch my mouth to you very soon, my sweet. Just keep your legs open.”
He began caressing her. Giving her light, questing touches, then quick, barely-there strokes along her center.
“Do you enjoy this?” he asked, rubbing, massaging her now. “Does what I am doing make you feel good?”
“Aye,” she admitted, unable to say more for the torturously sweet pleasure winding so hotly through her.
“That is as it should be.” He smiled, his hand still plying her. “I am going to tell you what I’ll be doing to you before I do it, so listen carefully. Speaking such things aloud is stirring, too.”
She nodded. “It is.”
“Good, then.” He used his free hand to smooth her hair behind her ear. “You may find you enjoy such love talk as well, so voice anything you wish. There is no shame between us, only what gives us both pleasure.”
Only my love for you and my desire to win yours.
She blinked, almost asking him to repeat what she thought he’d just said, but the headiness of his sensual ministrations weighted her tongue.
Her heart pounded slower, harder, with each new caress. Feeling most wanton, she dug her fingers into his hair, wondered how she’d lived so long without such pleasure.
“I am going to rub my face against you now,” he was saying, palming her as he spoke the words. Slow, rough circlings every bit as bliss-spending as the lighter touches. “Just a moment or two to savor your softness, and then we shall move on to more serious pursuits.”
Hollow tension, tight, pulsing, and delicious, coiled low in her belly as he came ever closer until hardly a heartbeat stood between his mouth and her heat. His breath caressed her, warm and soft, the feel of it whispering across her, melting her.
“Your beauty has me on my knees.” He slid his hands along the inside of her thighs. “Seeing you aroused fires my blood.”
Leaning closer, he drew several deep breaths, holding them long moments before he exhaled, and only after the second or third time, did she realize he was inhaling her.
Drinking her scent.
“I could sate myself on you,” he said, nuzzling his cheek, his face, into her, the sheer intimacy of the act loosening the coil of heat spinning inside her. It melted into a slow, trickling warmth, infinitely sweet. “I could spend hours doing this to you, for you.”
“Then do,” she said, feeling most wicked.Bold.
