I grumbled, but not for long. Soon I was biting my lip at the sight of him as he stood back half a step, straightened, and stretched his arms up and behind his neck, grasping his shirt at the back and pulling it forward off his body and over his head.
The sight of his skin revealed, stomach first, then his chest, then shoulders, his hair now mussed and falling over his face, was fire to my soul.
Eyes locked on me through those stray strands as he leaned down to brace on the edge of the table so his face was right in mine, and shifted his weight, toeing off his boots, then shoved his leathers down.
As he continued to wrestle with his clothes, I took his handsome face in my hands and pulled him back into a kiss—slower this time, but just as deep. Then, finally, he was beautifully bare—and he didn’t wait.
Leaned over me as he was, he opened his mouth over my nipple, rumbling happily as he sucked and I grabbed for him, arching back to give him more room.
Then his kisses moved slowly up my chest, to my shoulder, my neck, one hand cradling my hip, the other sliding up my spine, his fingers burying in the hair at my nape, then he closed his fist and pulled my head back by my hair and took my mouth with his, tongue delving and breath ragged, as he lowered me back on the tabletop.
When he entered me, he sucked in a deep breath and his hand shot out to grip the back edge of the table for leverage as he thrust. Then he threw his head back and lifted his hips, taking me to the hilt, his beautiful body bowed under the warm light of the lanterns, and his dark eyes heated as he stared at me.
That gaze crackled through my body, to reach the deepest parts of my core and meet the pleasure he sparked within me.
I shivered and reached for him, already gasping, as every inch of my skin prickled, tingling with joy.
~ DONAVYN ~
I gritted my teeth as I took her in a slow, firm thrust.
Bren’s head dropped back, thunking on the tabletop as she gasped my name, and the sight of her laid out before me like that wasintoxicating.
Cupping one hand behind her neck to cradle her, I watched myself take her in long, slow thrusts, watched her skin pink and her eyes glaze. I heard my name whispered through the room on the rasp of her panting breath, and the sheer pleasure of it all threatened to overwhelm me.
The lantern light, turned up high, kissed her skin in gold and emphasized where her muscles ridged and rolled. But to my dismay, only one nipple glistened from my kisses.
I drew out of her body and she whimpered her complaint as I bent at the waist to taste the other nipple, then thrust into her again. For some time, I held her tightly, bridged over her by one hand clamped on the far side of the table, the other dragging fingertips down her body and across her stomach, teasing her breasts, curling under her throat, pulling up her chin, reminding her to stare into my eyes and see me there, to know who had her.
Her intensity increased with each roll of her hips, her body pulsing as she slid hands down to grab at my ass and pull me in harder.
Breath ragged, I straightened enough to stare down at her, slack-jawed, drinking in the sight of her, stroking, then gripping her hips.
We moved together slowly, firmly, the table giving muffled thuds when my hips hit it too hard.
She was laid out before me like a feast. But I needed more.
Letting go of her and the table, I dragged my hands down her body hard enough to leave red marks in my wake—though Bren gasped and arched into the touch. Then I teased the fingers of both hands up the insides of her thighs, planting hands inside her knees and gently pressing out, urging her to show me more.
She bit her lip and her breath hissed, but our eyes remained locked, and after that small hesitation, she let me press her knees wide.
Holy shit…
The sight of her, open and bare to me, watching her body embrace me… My breath shuddered and I fought for control.
I touched her again, fingers drawn lightly up her inner thighs, then back down, teasing at the hair there and along that heated skin, feeling her clench and pulse around me, watchingher eyes roll back and her skin pebble under my touch. It was a delicious vista, and one I prayed I’d have the chance to devour again and again.
Then I licked my thumb, grasped her hip with one hand and pulled her an inch closer to the edge of the table, laying the pad of my thumb against her, pressing and sliding in time with my thrusts.
She tightened immediately and one hand slapped down on the table, her fingers clawed. But she had no purchase on the slick surface, so she raised the other hand over her head and clamped it on the edge of the table, elbow bent back and arm tense for leverage.
Body bowed and open to my view, her breasts pressed towards the ceiling, jaw slack and eyes closed, she was a goddess.
And she wasmine.
“God, Bren,” I croaked.
Unable to resist, I bent forward again, still holding her hip in one hand, using her leverage to give me some resistance, and thrust harder. Then I took that sweet, pink peak in my mouth again and suckedhard.
