Chapter Eight

They stood that way for a few moments, his desire for her growing—in more ways than one—while she caught her breath. His hands stroked her back, his fingertips luxuriating in the feel of the silk beneath them.

She let her own fingers explore him, up his arms and across his shoulders. His skin was hot to the touch, and when she ran her nails lightly down his spine and along his waist at the top of his jeans, he responded with an almost inaudible groan.

She smiled. “Well, I got what I came for. I’ll just be going now,” she teased, making move as if to pull away from him.

“The hell you will,” he said thickly, pulling her more tightly against him. “I am far from done with you.”

She tilted her head back to look up into his eyes. “No?”

“Not even close.” The eyes were dark with longing.

She licked her lips. “Thank Heavens.” Her hands wandered leisurely down his back and over outside of his jeans, pausing to give a slight squeeze with both hands. She sighed. “God, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

He smiled sexily, reaching down to swat her ass lightly. “It’s about fucking time.” He kissed her again, delicately, and then pulled away, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.
She found herself trembling again as he slowly undid the buttons on her nightshirt, letting it fall open. She felt her breath catch in her throat as his eyes scanned her nakedness.

No longer patient, he pulled her to him, anxious to feel the heat of her skin against his. They kissed voraciously, her fingers tangled in his hair as his hands explored the smoothness of her body. She felt his hardness straining against his jeans as he pulled his lips from hers, his mouth moving slowly, hungrily, down her neck to bite lightly at the curve of her shoulder. His breath hot against her, his lips slowly brushed the nipple of one breast as a hand closed on the other, eliciting a small gasp from her.

Slowly he worked his way down her body, his mouth like fire as his lips traced along her stomach to kiss lightly below her waistline. Her legs grew weak and his hands gripped her waist, steadying her.

Languidly he moved back up her body, savoring the taste of her beneath his tongue. When his mouth reached hers, she devoured him, insistent and impatient. She reached down to feel his hardness through his jeans, rubbing her hand up and down against him. He pulled back, smiling seductively. “You’re such a tease.”

She leaned in to bite his lower lip gently. “Oh, I’m done teasing,” she whispered, undoing the buttons on his jeans. Carefully she peeled them off, avoiding direct contact with the part of him that was craving it the most. She rose to kiss him again, as her hand closed around his erection. He breathed heavily in her ear as she gently stroked him. Her mouth began to water and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.

She moved easily down his body, inhaling his scent. On her knees in front of him, she planted a trail of kisses along the top of his thighs, her tongue moving so languorously it was almost torture.

Finally he felt the warmth and moistness of her breath, and his cock leapt in anticipation. Then her mouth was on him, warm, wet and inviting … the mouth he’d been fantasizing about all night long. Her tongue danced across the slit at the tip, down the side and back up to swirl around the head. He watched her for a few moments and then closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he reveled in the sensation. His lips parted slightly, his breathing heavy.

She moved her mouth slowly along the smoothness of his skin, relishing the feel and taste of him on her tongue. She felt a hand twining in her hair and found herself unsuccessfully trying to stifle her own moan of pleasure. She brought one hand up to play in the small trail of hair on his stomach while the other moved in tandem with her mouth and caressed his scrotum lightly. She alternated between stroking and sucking, occasionally taking him deep into her throat and delighting at the groan she elicited from him.

Finally he forced himself to push her away, tempted as he was to give in to desire and explode in her mouth. As good as that sounded, he didn’t want to come so soon. More importantly, he was aching to bury himself deep inside her. He pulled her up and kissed her forcefully, enjoying the increased swell of her lips and the reason behind it.

She pulled back, grinning flirtatiously. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

He chuckled at the look of satisfaction on her face. “You know damned well I did,” he replied, letting his gaze fall and enjoying the view. He ran the back of his hand down across her stomach and across the light patch of hair at the V of her legs, then slowly brought it back up, his eyes smoldering. “But so did you.”

She swallowed, feeling the blood rush to her face. “Does that surprise you?”

“Not really. But it’s still sexy as hell.” He kissed her again, softly this time. He slid the nightshirt off her shoulders and eased her back slowly until her legs were touching the bed. “And now it’s my turn.” He paused to pull down the comforter on the bed and then gave her a slight push, causing her to fall back onto the sheets. He crawled up with her, easing a knee between her legs as his lips found hers. His hand traveled down her side, along the length of her body and up her bent knee.

She wrapped her arms around him, feasting upon his masculinity. Her fingers canvassed the hardness of his torso as she explored every inch of him, amazed at the intensity of the passion seeping from her. She was dizzy with longing. She felt goosebumps rise on her flesh as his fingers played upon her skin, her hips involuntarily rising, reaching out for him.

Leisurely he worked his way down her body, his mouth perusing the silkiness of her skin. She felt as if she were melting under his tongue, dissolving into a liquid pool of desire. Yet she was keenly aware of his every touch—his hands, his mouth, his body against hers.

The taste of her skin on his tongue intensified his hunger for her and he brought his mouth back to hers, rapaciously. Her ardor matched his as their mutual need overwhelmed them and she whispered his name.

Slowly his lips trailed down her throat and between her breasts, and she arched her back as his mouth grazed across the flatness of her stomach. He moved between her legs and kissed her inner thigh softly. He looked up at her, smiling slyly, and then bit her lightly in the same place. She felt a tremor pass through her body as the reality of the moment hit her.

He dipped his head then, and she felt his breath on her, releasing a delicious fire that raced through her veins. He paused, letting the anticipation build and her lust for him deepen. Finally he lowered his mouth and let himself taste her, languidly and expertly, letting her moans guide him. His tongue worked circles on her clitoris as he eased a finger inside, pressing against her g-spot. Her wetness was like a nectar to him then, an intoxicating mixture of salty tinged with sweetness. He’d forgotten how women tasted different from each other.

He hadn’t forgotten, however, the rush he got from going down on a woman and the power he felt at having her open herself up in the most intimate and vulnerable of ways. Few things were a bigger turn-on.

She clutched at the sheet beneath her, her heart pounding and her mind foggy with yearning. She felt her orgasm approaching, then the feeling would subside, like a frightened animal afraid to leave its lair. Still he persisted, his mouth and fingers playing her as effortlessly as he played his guitar.

He felt her muscles clenching as he moved his finger within her walls, and his erection throbbed between his legs. He withdrew his finger and she cried out softly, only to sigh lustfully when he began to lightly fuck her with his tongue. He could feel the tremors building and moved his tongue back to manipulate her clit, penetrating her once again with his finger. He delighted in the fact that she was giving herself up to him completely, tempestuously.

It happened then, her hips rising from the bed as he drank her—literally. Her spasms came in waves and suddenly her hands were at his shoulders, pulling him up in desperation. He swallowed the last of what was on his tongue and allowed her to pull his mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on his lips.

He pulled back slightly, teasing, the head of his cock pulsating at her entrance. His eyes were dark with desire and his voice husky. “Now say it.”

She panted beneath him. “I need you. God do I need you.”

He smiled wickedly, dying to sink himself into her but savoring the moment for just a bit longer. “What do you need?”

“Dammit,” she growled impatiently. “You want me to say it? I need to feel you inside me. Now.”

He had every intention of easing in slowly but as soon as he heard the words, he found himself plunging without restraint, catching his breath as she enveloped him. She wrapped herself around him, holding him still for a moment. Then they began to move together, starting slowly but soon giving in to their pent-up desire as it became fast and furious. The sheets were soon drenched beneath them, their bodies slick with perspiration and passion.

They slowed for a moment, clinging to each other while they caught their breath, both sitting upright, with her on top, her legs wrapped around him. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back and shaking the hair from his face. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, across his jaw and down his neck. Impulsively she leaned in, catching it with her tongue. It was a purely prurient move that sent shivers down his spine and reminded him of a song he’d written years before.

I wanna taste the sweat that’s running off of your body…

His hands slid up and down the slickness of her skin, grinding her hips against his groin as he groaned in pleasure. He pulled her closer, sucking and then biting at her shoulder, wanting to brand her with his mark.

She began contracting the muscles of her vagina, squeezing and releasing his cock. He growled under his breath. “Damn, woman…what are you doing to me?”

She smiled and then kissed him softly, her tongue teasing at his mouth, all the while continuing the sweet torture on his dick. Finally he could take it no longer, and swiftly flipped her until she was lying beneath him once more. He withdrew, pulling her roughly to the edge of the bed. He stood and entered her again, finally giving in to the animal wantonness he’d been suppressing all night. He drove into her with a blinding passion, until he felt the pressure building. He felt her coming, the pulsations of her orgasm pushing him over the edge as he gave in to the sweet release. It was long and intense and he collapsed against her, his voice muffled in her hair. “Oh, God, Jordan. Sweet Jesus. Fuck,” he panted in her ear and swallowed hard. “Holy shit.”

The feel of him growing soft inside her caused the little aftershocks of her orgasm to sweep through her body again, making him groan in a mix of pleasure and pain. Slowly he pulled out, his semen spilling out of her onto the already soaked sheet beneath them. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d come that hard. He smoothed her hair back, smiling as he kissed her.

They moved up to the top of the bed and pulled the comforter over them, their hearts still pounding. She wanted to say something but found she had no energy to even speak. Instead she let him curl himself around her, kissing the fingertips that intertwined with hers.

Thank heavens for that snowstorm, she thought before falling blissfully asleep.



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