by Lisa Fox
He touched the lace band with his index finger. “Very nice.”
She took his hand and dragged it down into her pants to cup her mound. Her heat cocooned him and his cock ached for her. She rocked against his palm, rubbing the entire length of her entrance over his hand. Her smile was seductive, playful, naughty. “I like the way they feel,” she whispered.
“I do too,” he said, pressing one finger up into her pussy. Her arousal immediately soaked through the material and Trask’s lust swelled.
She let him touch her for just an instant more and then she brought his hand out her pants and let it go. “Well, that’s it,” she said, and clapped her hands together as she backed up from him. “That’s what I wanted to show you.” She nodded her chin toward the door. “You can go now.”
She shrieked with laugher as he scooped her into his arms, tossed her over his shoulder and then dumped her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, pinning her underneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he settled himself between her thighs. “There’s just one last thing I need to do before I go.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, her fingers tangling in his hair. “What’s that?”
“This.” He pressed his lips to hers, worked her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. Her taste filled his head and he moaned, dissolving into her. When they parted, they were both breathless.
“Make love to me, Trask,” she said, looking up at him with sparkling, serious eyes.
Her beauty took his breath, her fierce desire stole his heart. He wanted to give her everything. But this… Her words weighed heavily in his chest and he knew their meaning, their power. “I don’t know how.”
“Neither do I,” she said, and that strange, new beautiful thing flooded her aura. “But I want to try.”
He touched that tantalizing thread and sizzling light shot through him, racing along his nerve endings, detonating in his brain. If this was part of making love, then he wanted a whole lot more of it. He met her eyes, nodded once, and then took her mouth, pouring everything he had into that kiss—the words he didn’t know how to say, his aching desire to please her no matter what.
The kiss went on and on, building in intensity. He needed to have her, to hear her moan and scream, to feel her warm wetness, to bask in her rich lust. He tugged off her shirt while she worked on his jacket, his pants. They wiggled and squirmed, pulling off articles of clothing until they were both naked and panting.
She reached into her drawer, pulled out a condom and handed it over to him.
He took the package with distaste. He’d never hated condoms before and had used them without complaint hundreds of times, but with Rena, tonight, he couldn’t stand for anything to be between them. “We don’t really have to use these, you know.”
“Huh,” she said, thinking it over. “I guess not.” She squinted at him. “Are you sure you’re not going to get me pregnant?”
He grinned at her. “Pretty sure, though I’ve never actually tried to get anyone pregnant before.” He kissed her lips. “It might be fun. Wanna try?”
She shook her head, amused, but also clearly horrified. “No-o.”
He laughed with her, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. He traced her eyebrows, her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, reveling in every aspect of her. She smiled up at him, her hands running up and down his back and then lingering over his ass. She made him so hard, needy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her wetness touched the base of his cock. He shifted his hips and pressed against her clit, the length of his cock rubbed over her entrance, getting coated in her juices. He couldn’t wait to slip inside her. She rocked against him, grinding her clit against his shaft, puffing out little sexy grunts as she got wetter and wetter. She rode him roughly and he let her do it, letting her take exactly what she wanted without any interference. Her nails dug painfully into his ass when she came and her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode herself to glory. He watched the orgasm wash over and through her, feeling it from a distance. He wanted to taste it, to dive into her, wallow in her essence, her flavor, but he didn’t dare and swiftly quashed the violent urge that rose within him.
She went boneless beneath him, gasping as she recovered, and then reached up and touched his cheek. “It’s not the same when you don’t do it. Can you just take a little bit?”
He recalled how depleted she was. It was a risk. He thought he could moderate himself enough not to hurt her, but his desire might be clouding his judgment. It was not the same being with her only partway, but it would kill him if he hurt her. He shook his head. “Rena…”
She touched his mouth to stop his words. “Just a little. I like the way it feels.” Her fingers traced the edge of his lips. “I like feeling you.”
He couldn’t deny her anything, most especially when everything in him screamed for the same kind of fulfillment. Being with her and not diving into her delicious, electric energy was torture. He just had to be very careful. “Okay,” he whispered, and kissed her softly. “Just a little.”
She smiled, rubbing her pussy over the length of him. His cock throbbed in her hot, wet heat, and then she flipped him over on his back. Trask laughed, surprised by the sudden reversal.
Her fingernails raked down over his chest, his stomach. “Now, I want to suck your cock,” she said, and licked his navel.
He let out a long breath as all the blood in his body rushed to his groin. He held up his hands in mock surrender and then waved her toward it. “It’s all yours.”
She slid down his body and knelt between his legs, her hair fanning over his thigh and down her back. He brushed it aside to reveal the mark he’d left on her, tracing it with his fingertips. He hadn’t meant to do it, but he did like the way it looked, how it claimed her. He thought maybe he’d mark her again tonight. Somewhere different. Maybe on the curve of her hip. The thought of his mouth there, sucking on her, marking her, made him harder.
She took him into her mouth and all thoughts ceased as his eyes rolled back into his head. She moaned as her mouth moved down his shaft and he felt the vibrations all the way to the base of his balls. His hands fisted in her hair as she took him deeper into her sweet, wet mouth. Her sucking intensified and Trask bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from coming. He gently pushed her away, needing her to stop before he lost all control.
He brought her back up his body, taking her in his arms. His Rena. He rolled her over so that she was beneath him once again. She wanted to make love. He wasn’t really sure what that meant. Maybe slow? Slow did sound nice. He reached between them and guided himself inside her, watching her eyes glaze as he sunk into her. He pushed deep and she arched up to meet him. He set a slow, steady rhythm, letting her feel every inch of him. Nothing he had ever done had ever felt this good. How had he lived so long without her? Without this? He suckled her nipple and her legs tightened around his waist, urging him to go faster.
He picked up the pace, the sounds of her moans increasing in volume and urgency. He knew she was close; he was close as well, and he reached out, touching her in the way he normally fed, tasting her energy, and shivered as her flavor flooded his senses. Instead of taking though, this time he gave, funneling into her a stream of his own essence. She bucked in his arms as his force flooded her system. He gave her more of him, offering her everything and the breath caught in his throat when he felt her give back.
He took what she offered and a psychic bond formed between them, a rotating circle of radiant energy. It was a brilliant, mind-blowing sensation and Trask’s hips rocked of their own accord as he lost himself in the power of it. He was drowning in a mass of clean, white, brilliant energy, swept up in the cyclone they created together. He felt her come, felt her lust and that special something more rush through him, catapulting him over the edge, and he erupted in her, an explosive orgasm that made him cry out. He took and gave and took more until the world fractured and everything was blotted out in darkness.
Trask shuddered on top of her while Rena shook f
rom the strength of their connection. Her heart soared in her chest and with one, final push, she gave him everything she had in her. She came and dazzling light bombarded her, enveloped her, seized her, carried her away.
The blinding orgasm finally receded and they lay together, a tangle of limbs and flesh. It took her a long time to recover her senses and when she did, she realized with sudden, crystalline clarity that all her exhaustion had been washed away, leaving her energized and refreshed. The usual afterglow of sex was nothing compared to what she felt now and she lay beneath him, awed and still a bit stupefied by what they had just shared.
He stirred, gathering her against him, and Rena squeezed him tight. “Did you feel that?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t imagined it all.
The vibrations of his laughter filled her chest, tickling her pussy. Her cheeks flushed as her body heated again and she wondered if she was ever going to be able to get enough of him. She hoped not. He lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Of course I did.”
Just looking at him made her smile, stirred wonderful things deep inside her. “What was it?”
He gave her a smug grin. “Making love.”
“Huh,” she said with a little laugh. She hadn’t really thought about what she was asking for when she said it, only that the words had felt right, important. She had needed something more from him, more than just sex and words. She had needed to feel his full desire. And she had gotten that and so much more. “I’m glad I asked for that.”
Trask brushed his lips over hers. “I am too.”
“We need to do that a whole lot more, okay?” she said, kidding, but also serious. She wanted to feel this with him every night, have this connection go on and on. She had found the thing she hadn’t known she was searching for her entire life. The thing that made her whole.
He kissed her, his tongue darting between her lips, sending electric shivers down her back. “Oh yes.”
She shifted beneath him, her pussy moistening again as she felt the beginnings of his renewed arousal. “When we’re not going to the movies of course.” She couldn’t help teasing him, it was just too much fun.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her side. “Of course.”
His cock touched her outer folds and Rena decided she had never really been all that fond of the movies anyway. Still, she hesitated, scared and insecure. “Trask, is this really going to work?”
“Rena,” he said in that way that melted her bones and filled her heart, “this is forever.”
She ached for it to be true. He met her gaze and she nearly cried with joy from the depth of emotion she saw in his eyes. She kissed him with everything she had in her, opening her heart and allowing herself to trust him.
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World-renowned neurosurgeon, master chef, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
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