“Obsidian…”
Letting the music move through them, he shifted with her once more, holding her close. With every whisper of her body against his, the tension inside him ratcheted up another notch. He wanted to feel her, to be inside her, deep enough she didn’t know where she ended and he began. It was all he could think about even as she was plagued by questions.
With purposeful movements, Obsidian worked them toward the section of the patio that was shielded from the rest.
He met her gaze as he slipped into her mind, searching for anything to reflect she wasn’t ready for this. He found nothing alarming, only a mirror image of what he was feeling. Desire, lust, contentment. As he’d hoped, she was allowing for the natural progression.
Her breaths rasped, her lips parting as though begging for his kiss.
“Don’t move,” he instructed when he stopped.
Her hands dropped to her side as Obsidian walked around behind her. He moved her hair to one side, then leaned down and brushed his lips against her neck.
“I want to make love to you, Penelope.”
She moaned softly as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
“I want to touch you, taste you.” He dragged his lips over her smooth, warm skin. “To be inside you.”
Penelope swayed in his arms, but he wouldn’t let her fall.
“Do you want that? To feel me inside you?”
“Yes. Touch me,” she pleaded. “It’s all I can think about. Your hands on me. Your mouth.”
Using the power of his mind, Obsidian lit the candles surrounding the lounge chair tucked into the alcove. Two dozen golden flames came to life, dancing in the soft breeze.
Penelope inhaled sharply.
He pulled her back against him, sliding his hands down her chest, his fingers inching beneath the terrycloth, working the robe open until her breasts were free for his roaming hands. Obsidian took his time exploring her glorious curves, sliding over smooth, warm skin. She was as soft as he’d imagined, smelled sweeter than the gardens in Heaven.
When she shifted, releasing the sash on the robe and allowing it to fall open, every part of him hardened.
“Penelope…” It was a warning. Or perhaps a plea. At this point, he didn’t know.
“Natural progression, remember?” Her hands settled on his as he cupped her breasts. “Please don’t stop touching me.”
“Drop your hands, Penelope.”
Her arms lowered as he kneaded the soft flesh, teasing her nipples, plucking them gently. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He noticed how erotic it was to watch his hands moving over her so intimately. Never letting his fingers leave her skin, Obsidian shifted the robe off her shoulders. It slid to the ground at their feet, ignored.
Taking her hand, he led her over to the oversized cushioned lounge chair. It was the perfect spot, big enough for two, strong enough to hold his weight. He paused long enough to ease her down onto it before crawling over her, his lips finally seeking solace against hers.
Penelope whimpered softly, her hands moving to his shoulders, his neck as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Obsidian only released her lips so he could trail his over the delicate skin of her jaw. He allowed himself a second to inhale her sweet scent, to listen to the frantic pulse beating just a few inches from where his lips were.
He trailed light kisses down her throat, her clavicle, lingered for long moments between her breasts.
“Please, Obsidian… Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he whispered against her skin before dragging his tongue over the swell of her breast, pausing to circle her areola, teasing the taut peak.
Penelope sighed, thrusting her chest upward as though in offering. Obsidian sucked her nipple between his lips, stroked her with his tongue. He took his time, laving one breast, then the other, teasing hisamsouelotuntil she was writhing beneath him, begging for more.
Watching her face, he trailed his tongue down her stomach, pausing to dip into her navel briefly before continuing lower as he repositioned so that his knees were on the hard concrete.
To his surprise, Penelope lifted her head, observing as he shouldered her thighs apart, using his fingers to part her slick flesh. Their eyes met, held as he licked her, his tongue grazing her clit. Her stomach muscles spasmed and her surprised moan drifted on the air. He did it again, loving the way she watched as he feasted on her. She was the only meal he needed, and Obsidian intended to show her just how hungry he was.
Penelope’s hips punched upward, her head falling back as she cried out his name. The sensual sound had him driving his tongue inside her, thrusting as deep as he could go, his thumb circling her clit as he pushed her to the precipice, pulling her back just before she reached the pinnacle.
