He stopped breathing, his gaze pinned on the tempting fullness under his palm. The beaded tip pressed into his skin through her thin sweater. Drawn to her body like a compulsion, he carefully rolled the tantalizing nub with his thumb and index finger, and it hardened further.
With a soft whimper, she pulled off her black sweater and tossed it aside, revealing the bare expanse of her upper body and her lush honey-hued mounds covered by twin black scraps of silky fabric.
“I’m not the only one getting undressed.” She looked up at him from under her lashes.
And that smile of hers, morphing her eyes to gold, undid him. All Lore could do was stare as she unbuttoned his shirt. Then her warm palms slid over his chest, stirring him to beyond desperation for her.
Like a starving creature of the wilds led only by instinct, he pulled down the shiny fabric covering her chest and stared at her sensual form with the tan nubs. Her flesh was firm with silken smoothness, a temptation he couldn’t resist. He put his mouth on her and suckled on the stiff bud. His other hand grasped at her plump flesh, and he squeezed gently, plucking the tip.
“Lore…” a moan tore free, and she grabbed his hair, her eyes wide and feverish. Her cheeks flushed.
“I can’t believe how close I am,” she breathed. “And if you keep doing that with my nipples, this will end way too fast.” Her fingers tangled in his hair, and with a little pull of his hair, she brought his face up to hers again. Her mouth settled on his, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
A low rumble escaped at the pleasure surging through him.
She moved her hips, rubbing her feminine center against him, and his groin swelled. He tensed as he grew painfully hard. The need for something more, something to ease the pressure, took hold.
She tilted her head. “What is it?”
It still surprised him how in tune with him she could be at times.
He shook his head, not knowing how to explain this.
“It’s okay.” That smile he was starting to crave, edged with understanding, reflected in her pretty eyes. “Let me down.” She pushed at his chest.
She wanted it to end?
With a regret he’d never experienced before, he lowered her to her feet.
She stood in front of him, her breasts sporting reddened imprints of his fingers, her distended nipples still wet from his mouth. The urge to suck them again took hold, but she didn’t want?—
“May I?” she asked.
He had no idea what she was asking for, but he nodded, hoping it meant she would touch him again.
She moved around him, causing him to turn, and she pushed him against the door.
“Don’t look so tense.” A teasing smile touched her lips, swollen from his desperate kiss. “I’m not going to do anything you won’t like.” She trailed a fingertip down his abs, and his muscles tautened, his sex hard as a rock.
For the first time in his existence, he was close to begging. “Nia?—”
She undid his belt buckle, and he stilled. The sound of the sliding zipper echoed in the quiet, and her soft breaths crowded his ears, keeping him on edge. She slid her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft?—
By the dark stars!His eyes shut, unable to move, not even if demons attacked them. The sensation of touch on this part of his body was so foreign to him and so, so good. He craved more.
“Lore?” Her caressing slowed. “You okay?”
He opened his eyes, and they settled on the woman who was slowly eroding his thoughts, his sanity, and his body, atom by atom. The scraps of cloth that covered her breasts still framed them, revealing her rosy nipples. A vision of temptation.
“I can stop if you want?”
“No. Don’t…” he rasped, and she caressed his rigid length, watching him.
His gaze locked on her fingers wrapped around his heavy shaft, the head exuding wetness. Immersed in sensations so unfamiliar, impossibly pleasurable, he grunted, dead sure all the blood had settled in his groin.
She lowered to her knees before him, her thumb stroking the head and spreading precum over his sex. Her eyes on him, she slowly worked his erection with a firmer grip and easier slide.
A bolt of heat funneled down his shaft. She was driving him out of his mind.
