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Author: Cindy Gerard
with his mouth. Growling low in his throat, he opened wide, then laved and licked and sucked until the small hands gripping his shoulders clutched like talons and her sigh became a whimper.
On a low groan, he drew her deep inside his mouth and experienced her like he wanted to. With his own hunger and greed unchecked. With nipping teeth and questing tongue. He molded her in his mouth, taking as much pleasure as he gave, and fought the urge to tumble her back onto the bed and plow into her with all the finesse of a bull.
He made himself hold off. Lily was very fragile this night. She needed care. She needed special attention. He gave her both until he felt her knees buckle.
With a pleased chuckle, he gripped her by the waist. Turning at his hip, he laid her sideways across the bed. Then he stood and, very aware of her dark eyes watching him, stripped off the rest of his clothes.
"See what you do to me, darling Lily?"
She lifted a hand to touch and stroke his jutting erection. Again he smiled, but it was with great cost that he pulled away from her soft, inquisitive hand.
"Soon enough," he promised, and eased down to his knees by the bed. "There will be time for that soon enough," he repeated, and, gripping her slim calf, lifted her leg and removed first her left heel, then her right.
"Right now," he caressed her foot, lightly bit her calf, "I have something else in mind for you. And for me."
He watched her eyes go dark as he reached for her panties and slipped them down her hips. She hiked up on her elbows so she could see what he was doing. Her expression was one of shock and excitement as he brought the scrap of black lace to his face, inhaled deeply of her intoxicating woman scent and her arousal.
"Sexy woman." He breathed deep one last time, then tossed the panties to the floor.
"Will you open for me, Lily?" He covered her thighs with his hands, caressed. "Will you let me see you? Taste you? Make you come with my mouth?"
He'd shocked her again. And excited her. Her eyes were so expressive and so telling of her thoughts. Even before she opened her thighs, he'd known she would let him. And even before he draped her legs over his shoulders and gently parted her lips so he could see her lovely pink sex, he'd known she would shiver in anticipation and desire.
He skimmed his lips along her inner thigh where her skin was velvet soft and damp. "Do not look away. I want to see your eyes when I taste you. Give me that, Lily, and I will give you everything."
Her eyes were already glazed over as he lowered his mouth and kissed her there, where she was wet and hot and swollen. She jerked when he made the first sweep of his tongue, sucked in her breath on a gasp when he delved deeper, then, to his great pleasure, dissolved into a quivering mass of raw desire when he held her open with his fingers and gave her clitoris special attention. Tender nips. Slow licks. Lush, long kisses.
She collapsed back on the bed with a low, keening moan when he sucked her. He closed his eyes and indulged. In the heady taste of her languor, the liquid flow of her quick-trigger release, the indefinable taste of a woman well beyond the edge of control.
Such need. Such honest abandon. Her response amazed him, humbled him, and took him to a place he'd never been with a woman. Now, as when he'd first seen her, she touched him in ways he didn't fully understand. Of only one thing was he certain: He could pleasure Lily Campora forever if she'd let him.
Long moments later, when she'd dissolved into a tangle of limp limbs, he crawled up the bed and covered her, sheathed himself inside her tight, giving heat. Pleasure, profound and pure, rushed through his body. He whispered her name, sank in and out of her... again and again and again, dragging her with him into oblivion.
And as he spilled himself inside her, drowned himself in her essence, the notion crossed his mind that forever
On a low groan, he drew her deep inside his mouth and experienced her like he wanted to. With his own hunger and greed unchecked. With nipping teeth and questing tongue. He molded her in his mouth, taking as much pleasure as he gave, and fought the urge to tumble her back onto the bed and plow into her with all the finesse of a bull.
He made himself hold off. Lily was very fragile this night. She needed care. She needed special attention. He gave her both until he felt her knees buckle.
With a pleased chuckle, he gripped her by the waist. Turning at his hip, he laid her sideways across the bed. Then he stood and, very aware of her dark eyes watching him, stripped off the rest of his clothes.
"See what you do to me, darling Lily?"
She lifted a hand to touch and stroke his jutting erection. Again he smiled, but it was with great cost that he pulled away from her soft, inquisitive hand.
"Soon enough," he promised, and eased down to his knees by the bed. "There will be time for that soon enough," he repeated, and, gripping her slim calf, lifted her leg and removed first her left heel, then her right.
"Right now," he caressed her foot, lightly bit her calf, "I have something else in mind for you. And for me."
He watched her eyes go dark as he reached for her panties and slipped them down her hips. She hiked up on her elbows so she could see what he was doing. Her expression was one of shock and excitement as he brought the scrap of black lace to his face, inhaled deeply of her intoxicating woman scent and her arousal.
"Sexy woman." He breathed deep one last time, then tossed the panties to the floor.
"Will you open for me, Lily?" He covered her thighs with his hands, caressed. "Will you let me see you? Taste you? Make you come with my mouth?"
He'd shocked her again. And excited her. Her eyes were so expressive and so telling of her thoughts. Even before she opened her thighs, he'd known she would let him. And even before he draped her legs over his shoulders and gently parted her lips so he could see her lovely pink sex, he'd known she would shiver in anticipation and desire.
He skimmed his lips along her inner thigh where her skin was velvet soft and damp. "Do not look away. I want to see your eyes when I taste you. Give me that, Lily, and I will give you everything."
Her eyes were already glazed over as he lowered his mouth and kissed her there, where she was wet and hot and swollen. She jerked when he made the first sweep of his tongue, sucked in her breath on a gasp when he delved deeper, then, to his great pleasure, dissolved into a quivering mass of raw desire when he held her open with his fingers and gave her clitoris special attention. Tender nips. Slow licks. Lush, long kisses.
She collapsed back on the bed with a low, keening moan when he sucked her. He closed his eyes and indulged. In the heady taste of her languor, the liquid flow of her quick-trigger release, the indefinable taste of a woman well beyond the edge of control.
Such need. Such honest abandon. Her response amazed him, humbled him, and took him to a place he'd never been with a woman. Now, as when he'd first seen her, she touched him in ways he didn't fully understand. Of only one thing was he certain: He could pleasure Lily Campora forever if she'd let him.
Long moments later, when she'd dissolved into a tangle of limp limbs, he crawled up the bed and covered her, sheathed himself inside her tight, giving heat. Pleasure, profound and pure, rushed through his body. He whispered her name, sank in and out of her... again and again and again, dragging her with him into oblivion.
And as he spilled himself inside her, drowned himself in her essence, the notion crossed his mind that forever
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