He reached around her, she was as hot as the spiciest pepper in his garden and one taste was simply not enough.
He held her hips, bringing her down into contact with his erection. She sighed. The sound of his name on her lips made him shudder. He liked it. He wanted to hear it again when she was breathy and on the cusp of pleasure.
He thrust up against her as her fingers continued to caress him. How he wanted this woman.
Tonight, with only the moon and the sea as his witnesses,he felt free to give in to his desires. He needed to claim her—his muse. He tangled one hand in her short hair and drew her mouth back to his. Her kisses were addictive and he was hungry for more of them. He rubbed his lips over hers until her mouth parted and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He was desperate to find that elusive taste that had so intrigued him earlier.
She shifted again, her tongue toying with his. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wondered if she’d be both his savior and his downfall. But pushed the thought aside. Only a fool dwelled on thoughts when he had a woman like Staci in his arms.
For tonight she was a gift sent from the gods to inspire him and there was no step he could take that would be out of line. She was his, he thought. Just another element of the new knowledge he had gained on the first step of his journey.
He found the hem of her shirt and slid his hands underneath and up her back. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which made him even harder than he already was. Her skin was so smooth he just kept stroking her as he devoured her mouth. She was rocking on his lap, her own hands finding the hem of his shirt and pushing it up under his armpits.
The first brush of her fingers against his bare skin made him burn for more. He pushed her shirt up and she lifted her mouth from his, staring down at him. She pulled her shirt up and off tossing it on the ground next to their chair. He did the same with his shirt and adjusted her on the lounge chair so that he could pull her closer to him. Her center was nestled close to his groin, the tips of her firm breasts brushed against his chest.
Her nipples were hard and pointed, pushing against him and he kept his hand on her back right between her shoulder blades so that he could enjoy that feeling. She lifted her headtoward his and her hands were on his face again, pulling him down until their mouths met.
The kiss this time was blatantly carnal and he wanted it to never end. He let his hands explore her body the way his tongue did her mouth. Slowly, with long languid sweeps. It felt as if they had all the time in the world. As if this moment would last forever.
He brought one hand to her backside and urged her to brush her pelvis against him. She did. The slow movement echoed their tongues. He felt a feathering of sensation down his back, surprised at how quickly she was getting to him. He hadn’t felt this near to the edge from a little petting since he’d been a randy teenager.
She rubbed her breasts against his chest and he brought his hand from her back around to cup her and tease her nipple with his thumb. She gripped the back of his head, pressing her mouth passionately, fervently to his.
Her hips started to move more rapidly on him and he knew she was on the cusp of orgasm. He scraped his nail around her areola and felt the goose bumps spread, then suddenly she stilled.
She jerked her hips forward and he grabbed her butt as he lifted his hips and held her, his erection right against her center, until she groaned. He was sure she came as she collapsed against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder.
He hugged her in his arms, wanting more but happy for this moment just to hold her. To pretend that he’d captured his muse and that she’d never leave him. His senses were alive as he stroked her hair and whispered softly into her ear.
STACI FELT TOOLANGUID to move and yet she still wanted more. That orgasm had been nice but nothingwould truly satisfy her until she felt his hard, hot length inside of her. His hand rested on the crown of her head, her back, then her waist. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her pajama pants.
She rubbed his chest, tracing the line of hair that tapered slowly down his midriff disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. She mirrored his movement, her fingers beneath his waistband and felt the tip of his erection.
“I’m guessing you liked that.”
“Not as much as you did,” he said with a wicked grin. “But yes, I definitely liked it.”
She shifted around on his lap until she could undo his jeans. He shifted his hips and his cock was thrusting up at her. She wrapped her hand around him and began stroking from root to tip. He shivered and she tightened her grip.
He ran his hands over her torso and rekindled the fires that had been merely banked but not extinguished by her first orgasm. He cupped both of her breasts but she kept her grip in place, moving so that he could touch her the way she liked it.
She extended her shoulders back and watched as he leaned forward. She felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, then the sweep of his tongue. He circled her nipple once, twice, closed his mouth over her and suckled her deeply.
She stroked him slowly, then sped up until she felt his hips lift toward her in counterpoint to her hand. He groaned and his mouth left her breast. He held the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his this time his tongue thrusting so deeply into her that she thought they’d be joined together forever.
He tugged at the fabric of her pajama pants and she slipped them down her thighs and stepped free of them. Immediately, his hands were there on her hips, drawing her down against his cock. She didn’t remove her hand except toenable the tip of his erection to enter her. Just the tip as she kept that tight grip on his shaft.
“Put me inside of you.”
“You are,” she said.
“All of me.”
She accommodated him and he muttered a Cajun curse under his breath. She smiled to herself, reveling in both the feel of him and at her power over him. But then he lifted his head and teased her nipple in his mouth again, and she shuddered.
The time for playing the little game she’d been indulging in was over.
She leaned down and whispered dark, intimate words in his ear. Telling him how exquisite he felt and how much she loved what he was doing to her. A second later he filled her completely.
