by Lynne, Donya
“Like this?” She ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his mouth.
His lips parted as he moaned. “That’s nice.”
Tracing around his mouth with tiny flicks, as if she were teasing an ice cream cone, she ran from one side to the other and back again. He rolled his head as she did, challenging her to stay on course as he sought her tongue with his.
Giving him a playful swat, she nipped his bottom lip. “Quit moving. I’m supposed to be the one licking you, not the other way around. You’re just supposed to sit—”
She let out an abrupt, high-pitched moan—a startled squeak, really—as he swallowed her words, blistering her mouth with a searing kiss that curled her toes and made her roll her hips involuntarily against his cock.
The game had taken a fiery turn. He pushed forward and snared her in his arms, assaulting her mouth with his, claiming her breath.
When he broke away a moment later and shoved a card in her hand, snarling the word “dare” before attacking her neck and shoulders with the same intensity as he’d taken her mouth, she fought to focus. How did he expect her to read when he was kissing her with such fervency?
“Using your mouth”—he was already using his mouth to exceptional effect—“make your way from my wrist to my ear.” She tossed the card over his shoulder as she dropped her head back, opening her neck to him. “Take your time.”
He chuckled low and deep then dragged his mouth between her breasts as he lifted her arm. His tongue leaped from her sternum to her wrist and swirled a long, heated circle on her tender skin, sending a ripple of pleasure up her arm.
This was her husband. She was making love to her husband for the first time.
His lips blazed a trail up her arm, stopping briefly in the crease of her elbow so he could stroke his tongue side to side. Then he nipped his way along her upper arm, across the slope of her shoulder, up the side of her neck, finally reaching her ear, where the tip of his tongue circled all the way around before he whispered, “I’m done playing.” He gently thrust his hips between her legs.
She almost came on the spot, her whole body shuddering. Licking her lips, she nodded, gripping him like he was her life raft in the middle of the ocean. “Me, too.”
He rolled her to her back, rose to his knees, gathered the cards in a haphazard pile, and dropped them to the floor beside the bed. Then he pushed his pants down his thighs and slowly peeled them off one leg at a time while she watched.
As always, the body that greeted her was perfection. Strong, powerful, dominant.
Sinking on his haunches, he pushed against her legs, raising her feet off the mattress so he could take hold of them and lift them to his chest. He pressed her soles against him, held them there, then let go as he leaned forward and seized the thin straps of her G-string on either side of her hips.
Like a man opening a treasured gift, he peeled the wisp of fabric away, exposing her, and dragged the G-string up her thighs, over her knees, to her ankles, where he wrapped the swatch of satin around her feet and caressed her ankles with his free hand.
“Take that off.” He nodded toward her negligee, his voice husky, gruff, and commanding.
He refused to release her feet, making it harder for her to comply. As she wriggled out of the cotton and lace babydoll, he began kissing her toes and the top of her foot, burrowing his nose into the satin thong.
“You’re glistening.” His heady gaze drilled her between the legs, and he released her feet so he could slide his fingers between her labia.
She moaned, rotating her hips as he played his fingers up and down, lowering his head.
“Fuck.” He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet.” His fingers sank into her, followed immediately by the flick of his tongue on her clit.
She arched her back, crying out, already on the verge of coming.
“Let go. Come for me.” He swirled his tongue around her swollen nub again.
She squirmed. So close. “But . . . don’t you . . . ?” Didn’t he want to be inside her when she came?
Following her train of thought, he paused long enough to say, “We have all night, Karma, and I’m going to make you come every way imaginable by morning,” before feasting on her overly sensitive core once more.
He’d forced abstinence on them two weeks ago, telling her he wanted to build anticipation for what was happening this very moment. With that much of a celibate stretch between them, no doubt they would both come every way imaginable tonight, especially once he learned he could go bare.
Letting herself go, she succumbed to his tongue violating her clit, his fingers stroking her G-spot. Her body rose on a crescendo, her cries grew louder, and in less than twenty seconds, she blew apart as he pressed the pads of his fingers hard against the front of her vagina, deepening her orgasm, prolonging it.
“Mark! Oh God!” She thrust into his mouth as the vibrations in her core strengthened.
She was still coming as he tore himself away and reached for a condom.
“No.” She grabbed his wrist. “You don’t need one.” She needed him in her. Now!
“But . . .” Confusion gave way to realization, which gave way to lust as he figured out what she was telling him.
She grabbed at his hips, pulling him, needing him. Another orgasm was already clamoring for release.
If what she felt tearing her body apart from the inside out was any indication, Mark was going to make good on his earlier promise. He’d have to carry her out of the hotel in the morning, because her legs might not function properly for the next twenty-four hours.
With more gusto than he’d ever shown, Mark pushed her legs open, panting hard as if he were on the verge of exploding, and drove into her.
Almost immediately, she came again.
She didn’t know how it felt for him, but for her, having him inside her without a layer of latex between them felt . . . smooth. Hot. Slippery. He glided more easily in and out as he thrust harder, faster.
“Fuck, but that feels good.” He was a piston in a high-performance engine, and all she could do was let him accelerate, push harder, drive faster, and speed toward the finish line.
“God, I need to slow down.” He shivered, stopped, and let out a ragged exhale. “If I don’t, I won’t last ten more seconds.”
She combed her fingers through his hair, which had fallen over his eyes. A film of sweat had erupted over his forehead.
Her muscles still quivered from her second orgasm, her thighs still tingling.
“Do you like my wedding gift?” she asking, smiling.
He arched one eyebrow appreciatively. “Like? Try fucking love it.” He rolled against her for emphasis. “How did you keep this from me?”
She pulled her legs up, hooking one over his shoulder, making him groan. With a syrupy smirk, she said, “You’re not the only one who knows how to get what you want and keep it a secret. I’ve been planning this for two months.”
“You actually planned this?” He gave her one of his trademark crooked grins. “Someone’s been taking notes.”
“Someone’s had a very good teacher. One who’s taught me that a little planning can occasionally be a good thing.”
“A teacher who’s going to reward you for being such a good student.” He thrust into her, making her gasp. Then he did it again. “A teacher who has a primal urge to fuck you senseless right now.”
Their flesh slapped together as he plunged inside her to the hilt.
“Oh God!” Her blunt nails dug into his back as he awakened a third orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Gritting his teeth and wrapping his arm around her thigh so he could maneuver her at will, he levered himself on his free arm, half-kneeling between her legs, thrusting into her at a breakneck pace.
She was helpless to do more than hang on. He was a man possessed, as taken by her special wedding gift as she was.
His shoulders bunched, his biceps flexed, and sh
e knew he was close.
The moment his gaze met hers, her soul split open as her third orgasm shattered her body.
One continuous, keening moan drew out of his chest, growing as he took what was now his by law. To have and to hold—and give leg-numbing pleasure to—till death do they part.
With one final thrust that translated into a series of stiff-bodied shudders, he emptied inside her, spilling warmth through her core.
She’d never felt that before. That feeling of life pouring into her, from his body into hers.
Overcome, she cried out and clutched him close, holding his quivering body to hers, feeling the ceaseless pulses of his cock as he continued pumping into her.
It had been a long time since she’d felt him come so hard.
His arms gave out, but instead of collapsing on top of her, he rolled to his side and scooped her into his arms, pulling her against him.
Her cheek lay on his chest. She could hear the hard, rapid pounding of his heart.
It took him a moment to catch his breath enough to speak. “That was . . .”
She grinned at his speechlessness. “Good?”
His fingers combed through her hair. “I was thinking more along the lines of fucking incredible.” He kissed the top of her head. “You’ve always been able to surprise me. Just when I think I know what you’ll do, you throw me a curve and prove me wrong. I hope you never stop surprising me, Karma.”
It was the same thing he’d said during his speech at the reception.
“I’ll try not to.”
He uttered a weak chuckle and nuzzled her hair. “You know, there’s a lot I can still teach you. A lot of lessons we never got to before.”
She recalled their four months of lessons two summers ago with fondness. She had enjoyed being his student, especially when he made her feel the way she felt right now.
“Are you thinking about reopening your classroom?”
His arms tightened around her, drawing her more firmly against his body. “Give me ten minutes to recover from your gift, and you’ll find out.”
“What? Here? Now?” Her body responded at just the thought of engaging in Mark’s idea of lessons again.
“Can you think of a better time?”
She lifted her head so she could look him in the eye. “Absolutely not.” She drank in the strong angles of his face, his solid jaw, his straight, regal nose . . . his firm lips. She kissed him. “I love you, Mr. Strong. I’m ready for you to teach me all that you know . . . so that I can please you for the rest of our lives.”
One side of his mouth curled upward. “You’ve already pleased me for the rest of my life by marrying me.”
“Then let me rephrase.” She trailed her fingertips down his chest and abdomen, to his rebounding erection. “So that I can give you pleasure for the rest of our lives.”
“I like the sound of that.” He closed his hand around hers as she teased him. “But are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“Another journey, Mrs. Strong.” He reached under the pillow and pulled out a red scarf, slowly twirling the fabric around his fingers.
She grinned at the twinkle in his eyes. Then she rolled to her back, making a deliberate show of opening her arms and laying them on the comforter in surrender, submitting herself.
“Lead the way, Mr. Strong.”
As he placed the soft fabric over her closed eyes, she felt all the love in his heart. He would take care of her, cherish her, and keep her safe. He would more than live up to his vows.
“There’s no one else I’d rather take this journey with,” she whispered.
His lips brushed over hers as his fingers caressed her nipple to attention. “I feel the same way. It’s you for me, Karma.” He kissed her again. “It’s always been you.”
She bit her lip as he shifted his weight and linked his fingers around hers, pressing her arms against the bed, holding her down.
“I only have one question,” she said as he kissed the side of her neck.
“What’s that?” He spoke softly, his mouth beside her ear.
“Is there even anything left to teach me?” She already knew the answer, but teasing Mark was fun.
His dark, sexy chuckle sent a thrill through her body. Heat bloomed between her legs once more.
He flipped her abruptly to her stomach and smoothed his palm over her derriere, letting the tips of his fingers graze along the crease. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have asked me that, baby.”
Oh, yes she should have, because his reaction was exactly what she’d hoped for.
Let their new journey begin. She had a feeling it would be a good one.
Epilogue
Every story has an ending, but in life, every ending is a new beginning.
-Author Unknown
Friday, July 5
Cupid Loves Psyche
Mark and Karma’s Blog
There once was a virgin named Psyche who was so beautiful she roused jealousy from the goddess Venus herself. Furious that her subjects doted their affection on Psyche rather than her, Venus ordered her son Cupid to make Psyche fall in love with a hideous, unworthy creature and thus punish her with mortification for all eternity. But when Cupid saw Psyche, he was so stunned, he wounded himself with his own arrow and fell deeply in love with her.
Obviously, this infuriated Venus, but Cupid was determined to have Psyche, no matter the cost.
Many trials and tribulations followed. They battled trust, battled Venus, and damn near battled the universe to be with one another. They were together, then they weren’t, and then finally they found each other again. Ultimately, they were united by the gods in a glorious wedding and banquet in the heavens. Psyche later gave birth to a child they name Pleasure.
Their story is the inspiration for this blog. My Cupid and I have been through our own trials and tribulations. We met and fell in love against all odds, then were separated, and finally found one another again because our love refused to die. We’ve just come from our own glorious wedding, and even though it didn’t take place in the heavens, it definitely felt divined by the gods. And through it all, we’ve discovered our own brand of pleasure.
Now we will share our journey and resulting pleasure with you as we continue forth in this magical thing called life, which refuses to make falling in love easy, which many of you probably already know. But my Cupid and I wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither should you, because it was through fighting for one another that Cupid and I learned who we are and gained a level of intimacy and trust that is almost supernatural.
Isn’t it through the flames that the phoenix arises reborn? So it is with love and intimacy. The harder you fight for it, the better it is once you find it.
My Cupid has opened my eyes to the woman I am and could potentially become. He has struck me with his arrow, and I anticipate he will never stop teaching me all the ways of pleasure. And I hope I can forever do the same for him, because he is my heart, my soul, and my life. Ours isn’t a perfect story, and our journey has endured its share of bumps, but we are perfect together.
There are so many journeys we have yet to take and so many stories yet to tell. And we plan on sharing them with you so that many more Cupids and Psyches can find their way to each other through our example.
For now, Cupid and I have some honeymooning to do in Saint Lucia—a place for lovers like us—as we plan the next adventure in our ongoing story. So, until next time, live hard, laugh often, and love completely. Where there’s possibility, there’s hope. And where there’s hope, anything’s possible.
Forever in love,
Psyche & Cupid
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Acknowledgements
Mark and Karma’s story came to me back in 2013, during the peak of popularity of my All the King’s Men Series. So, I would first like to acknowledge both my AKM characters and my fans of that series. Anyone who relies on creativity understands the concept of inspiration striking. And Mark and Karma definitely struck me, shutting down everything else. So thank you for your patience as Mark and Karma took over my brain.
Thank you also to my wonderful beta readers. As always, your feedback made this book better than I could have made it on my own. Every author needs a tough group of readers who aren’t afraid to say, “Hey, this isn’t working.” Thank you for being mine. And a special thanks to Sue for the four-hour brainstorming “consults.” You have no idea how much they helped.
And to my readers, thank you for investing your time with my books and me. Every word I write is with you in mind. I hope you enjoy the final installment of the Strong Karma Trilogy.
About the Author
Donya Lynne is the author of the award winning All the King’s Men Series. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age that she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, they had dubbed her Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. In 2012, she made that dream come true by publishing her first two novels and two novellas. Donya has many more novels and novellas planned for years to come.
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