The exchange of words broke the kiss. Without the kiss she was free to indulge herself by tasting him. He liked her nails so she ran them down on his back, loving the feel of his muscles flexing pleasurably, loving the groan he uttered just before he claimed one of her breasts with his mouth.
Desire stirred liked an unleashed serpent deep within her abdomen. He must have known because his hand was suddenly playing her stomach, moving downward, fingertips slipping beneath the scrappy fabric of her undies. The hand slipped lower. She groaned then gasped as pleasure licked with stunning intensity through to her toes and fingertips. He murmured something she didn't hear--it could have been her name or a curse because she knew she was rocketing right out of control.
The last of her clothing was trailed away; she was vaguely aware of him ridding himself of his own, When his hand were busy elsewhere his mouth took up the burning seduction of her breasts, her navel, brushing hot moist kisses along the inner surface of her thighs.
Flesh burned against flesh; long restless limbs tangled in a love-knot caress. They rolled, He came above her, her hands locked around his neck. It was then that she felt the probing force of his masculinity and as her insides curled in pure anticipation she uttered his name on a sensual breath.
He liked it; she felt his response in the small shudder that ripped through his body. She then responded with a little flexing of her hips that made her exquisitely aware of the power he was still keeping in check. She gave him her mouth, willingly hungrily. She gave him every bit of herself that she could possibly give. Like a man leaping into an fiery furnace knowing he was about to get severely burned, he made a single strangled sound in his throat then, swift and sure, he claimed the passage he had prepared for himself.
It was wild, it was shocking, it was shamelessly exhillirating. Barriers broke; she winced on a soft little gasp. He paused, touched her cheek with unsteady fingers, gently combed her hair away from her face.
She opened her eyes and made contact with the burning black density of his, then closed it again, then made a single stretching movement that fastened her to him as a whole new hot probing journey held her in its spectacular thrall. He took her to places she hadn't known existed. She learned what it was like to lose touch with everything but a swelling pulsing pleasure of senses.
And when it was over, all she could do was hang onto him while he lay heavily on top of her with their pounding heartbeats throbbing all around.
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