eyes shut on what sounded like a vicious curse. When he opened them, they almost vaporized her. Then pushing her thighs wider apart, his hand slid beneath her, tilting her hips. His gaze swept downward, dragging hers with it. With a stuttering heart, she watched him open the engorged lips of her sex, then, making no attempt to penetrate her, he rubbed the scorching length of his manhood between them.
The pleasure was so acute she bowed up on a shrill cry.
His other hand clenched her buttocks, he bent and clamped her lips in a fierce kiss.
“Do you feel how wet and hot and ready for me you are?”
He glided up, nudging her most sensitive knot of flesh. She shrieked in his mouth, ecstasy almost too sharp to bear. He circled her swollen knot with his crown until everything in the world focused on the point where his flesh tormented hers.
“Please, please...”
She pleaded with him even when she didn’t know if she could accommodate him. But this...this was what she’d been waiting for all her life. This was why she’d never been tempted to share her body with a man. Because she’d never experienced anything like this mind-searing, caution-annihilating lust.
His lips possessed hers again, swallowing her pleas as he thrust against her, prodding her nub over and over.
The pleasure became an unbearable pressure that clamored to unfurl. When she felt she could stand it no more, he quickened his tempo and snapped the tension inside her.
He pinned her beneath him as she bucked and shrieked, release tearing through her. Continuing to pump his hardness against her quivering flesh, he drained her of the last spasm of pleasure her body needed to discharge.
She slumped beneath him, depleted, sated, her intoxicated gaze fixed on him as he rose to his knees between her splayed legs. Pumping his erection, groans gusted from his depths as he climaxed, his blazing eyes never leaving hers.
She’d never known anything as incredible as the sight and sound of him in the grip of orgasm, nor felt anything as fulfilling as knowing she’d given him as much pleasure as he’d given her. Breathing slowing down, she spiraled into a chasm of satisfaction and melted deeper into the plushness beneath her....
Awareness flooded back into her as she felt him gently wiping her belly before he came down over her, claiming her lips in luxurious kisses. It was as if after devouring her, he was now sipping her, savoring her. Each clinging kiss solidified the intimacy they’d shared, and told her the explosive episode had been a prelude to a deeper passion.
When he finally raised his head it was to reach above her. A light burst on. Even though it was soft and soothing, her eyes squeezed shut. When she opened them again, she found him looking down at her indulgently.
“What—what just happened?”
She hadn’t intended to speak. Certainly not to say something that moronic. But she had, her voice deep, husky and nothing like she’d ever heard it.
Expecting ridicule to enter his gaze, his hypnotic eyes only turned serious. “No idea. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. But if I have to guess, I’d say...magic.”
Relief swamped her. He didn’t consider her bewilderment an act, or stupid. And he felt the same way.
She exhaled in relief. “In the absence of any other explanation, I’d have to agree.”
Yet now with the madness-inducing arousal sated, embarrassment started to submerge her.
What had she done?
She sank deeper into what she now saw was an oversize, dark green and gold silk brocade couch, acutely conscious of their state of undress, of every inch of his flesh that was still pressed into her most intimate parts.
As if attuned to her needs, as he’d seemed to be from the start, he rose off her, slid to the ground and kneeled beside her. After forcing his unabated erection into his pants, he retrieved her panties. Navigating the high-heeled shoes he’d left on her, he slid the panties over her shaking legs,
Laurice Elehwany Molinari