by Noelle Adams
Bryce groaned as Kaya hooked her arms under his and began to massage his neck and shoulders with enthusiastic strokes of her hands. As her mouth moved under his, she worked her way down his sides and back, using her palms and her fingertips to blaze a trail of desire down his body. It was the first time she’d fondled him, and he loved the sensations she created in him.
He shivered in her embrace when her hands came to rest on the hill of his buttocks. He groaned as she molded his cheeks in her hands then raked her fingernails over him. Who had taught his inexperienced bride such wantonness? Bryce wondered as his erection, trapped between their stomachs, throbbed with anticipation and need.
A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips, and he eased his body a hair’s breadth away from hers, raised his head, and stared into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, the amber specks around her irises sparkling, her lips quivering in barley contained desire, her face frozen in a hypnotic state.
“You look exquisite in this, but it’s gotta go.” He bunched the mesh of her gown in his fist and she extended her hands above her head for him to pull it off. He tossed it on the sofa and his eyes feasted on her alluring figure clad in nothing but stilettos and a black thong. His hands returned to the small of her back. “Touch me,” he rasped as his sex pulsed restlessly against his stomach.
She licked her lips as her hands trailed lightly around the sides of his body toward his belly. Bryce felt lust ripple through his chest as her fingers brushed against the hard length of him. He sucked in his breath when she touched the sensitive tip with the pad of her thumb.
“You like that?” she asked, staring up at him with the most incredibly sexy bedroom eyes he’d ever seen.
He swallowed in an attempt to control his breathing as she used her fingertips to lubricate the broad head with the pearly liquid that oozed out of him.
“It’s so hard and hot,” she whispered, rubbing her palm up and down the length of him like an unsure child—gently, lightly, tentatively, yet so amazingly rousing. “So huge and strong and beautiful.”
No woman had ever called him beautiful.
He held his breath and dropped his gaze as her hand attempted to close around him. Wasn’t even close. She moaned and dropped her gaze as her other hand joined the first. She still was unable to cover the girth and length of him with her hands stacked up on each other.
Bryce watched in fascination as his massive sex throbbed in her small hands, the veins running the length and width of him so engorged with blood, they appeared as big as her slender fingers trying to span him. Her jungle-red fingernails only served to escalate his desire. An elemental need to conquer her, control her, and pillage her raced through him.
She gazed upward, imploring him with her exotic eyes as she slid her hands up and down him, around and around, squeezing and testing the weight and strength of him.
“Kaya.” Fire shot through his system and as his ache for her deepened, Bryce thrust against her hands, encouraging her, teaching her how to stroke him, and soon she found his cadence, using her hands interchangeably to play him like a flute—lightly, softly, urgently—short-circuiting his senses.
An incessant must-have-it-right-now hunger rolled through Bryce.
Sixteen
With his breath racing out of control, Bryce placed his hand on Kaya’s, staying her, and stepped back, pulling himself from her grasp. “I’m not wasting it in your hands, baby,” he said when her eyes clouded with confusion.
He gazed at her sexy mouth, opened in awe and passion like a freshly cut peach. He longed for the thrill of that mouth sucking him, the nip of her dainty white teeth grazing him, and the tickle of her little pink tongue licking him, but that kind of pleasure would have to come after he soaked himself in the heat of Kaya’s essence, feel her soft female flesh stretching to take all of him. Deep.
“It’s time, love. I must have you now or die.”
Her eyes glazed with desire and lust. “I want you inside me. I want to love you, and I want you to love me, right here.” She hooked a finger into the crotch of her thong and pulled it back with one hand, exposing herself to his view. “I’m not afraid of you, Bryce,” she said, pushing a finger of the other hand inside herself and moving it back and forth. Slowly.
“Whoa.” It was the most erotic sight Bryce Fontaine had ever seen. His knees buckled. With one arm along her back for support, he reached down with the other and pulled the leg of her thong wider. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. “No, put it back in,” he rasped as she pulled her finger out.
With a moan, she kicked off her stilettos. They fell with soft thuds on the carpet behind him. She raised one leg and planted her heel on the back of the sofa, draped the other over his shoulder and reinserted her finger. Wait. The knuckles of two fingers disappeared inside her heat. She clasped her free hand to the back of his head and began to stroke herself like a nymph who’d pleasured herself a million times before.
The clicking sounds of her fingers entering and retreating from her body was enough to drive Bryce mad. He dropped quivering little kisses on the insides of her thighs, holding her in place with his strong hands as she began to tremble from the effect of her fingers and his lips. When the rhythm of her strokes increased and her breathing grew more erratic, Bryce angled his head around her working hand. He closed his mouth on her scented heat, specifically on her little swollen bud, and proceeded to enjoy his wife, alternating his devotion between licking, blowing, and kissing her until she threw her head back and screamed.
As her body jerked and quivered, he lapped at the juices that ran down the back of her hand. Thank goodness she was so small or he wouldn’t have been able to hold her up, so strong was her orgasm.
“My turn to be inside you,” he groaned past the constriction in his lungs as her fingers slipped from inside her and her grip on the back of his head relaxed.
With Kaya trapped in the throes of her climax, Bryce pushed to his feet. He lifted her off the sofa, pulled off her wet thongs, and tossed them on her gown as he took the few stumbling steps toward the stage and ramp.
“I want you like this.” He laid her face down on the ramp, her upper body sloping downward away from him, and her lower half on the incline, her palatable derrière nice and high and in perfect alignment with his groin. Dear Lord. Bryce groaned as his gaze skidded across Kaya’s body laid out vulnerably before him. She was a work of divine art. Unable to help himself, he knelt behind her, splayed his hands across her cheeks and bending over, he literally kissed her sweet ass.
“Ooh,” she murmured, turning her head to gaze back at him, her hair cascading down the side of the ramp like a silky cloud. She looked like a woman who was made simply for lovemaking, for the pleasure of one man, and that man was he. Bryce saw no fear in her, only love, surrender, trust, and passion. Steamy passion, burning brightly in her eyes. It made him long for things, wish for things that he’d been denied for too long.
“Take me,” she whispered, licking her rosy lips and wiggling her buttocks at him.
His sex slapped against his stomach like an impatient, agitated snake, anxious to strike.
Straightening up, he edged closer to her and nudged her thighs apart with his knee. He shuddered as his thighs brushed the silky upper curve of hers. He reached forward, and with one hand on the small of her back pressing her into the cushiony ramp, he guided himself with the other. He felt her tremble as his head knocked against her opening, as if asking for permission to enter but not waiting for a response.
Moans rumbled from both their throats as he slid into her tight heat as far as he dared go. He felt her slick flesh part for him, then contract around him, holding him snugly in its velvet prison. He held her hips in place as he pulled back and pushed forward, easing in a couple more inches.
“I want all of you. Don’t hold back.” She slid carefully and slowly back and forth on him like a lust-injected wench.
Bryce glanced down to the electrifying sight of his s
ex buried halfway inside her. It was pure bliss, enthralling esthetic bliss to see the darker length of his masculine sex protruding from the softer, lighter swell of her womanhood. A series of fiery tingles raced up and down his spine as her heat wrapped around him, burning up his flesh. “As you wish, love.”
Tightening his hold on her hips, Bryce withdrew completely and rubbed his tip in circular motions around her opening, along her spread lips and up toward her little swollen knob, tickling it with his tip. He repeated the action several times and when she began to moan and push back for more, letting him know she was ready, he pressed against her entrance, swung forward on her backward thrust, and plunged deep.
She let out a spiral scream, then another. Her legs jerked up in reflex, her heels slapping into his buttocks, her hands reaching back to press against his stomach as if to push him away.
Unfortunately for her, her reaction drew her slippery passage tighter, increasing the friction between their flesh and his excruciating pleasure. A team of wild horses couldn’t drag Bryce away. The animal in him had been released and he held her down, flexed his buttocks and kept forging forward until he felt his tip of his shaft hit bottom and the wet opening of her flesh kiss the hairs on his groin. She had it all.
He uttered a low groan and closed his eyes against the force of the passion that rolled over him. He was deep inside her womb. He felt every quiver of her trembling body burning up each and every inch of his sex packed inside her. Bryce didn’t think he’d ever been this deep inside a woman before, and the thrilling sensations sent hot tides of passion swirling around him, hypnotizing him to the point of dizziness.
He forced himself to breathe calmly enough to savor the feel of her silken heat, spreading, squeezing him so exquisitely tight. Kaya’s bravery in opening herself to him, giving him complete control of her body, had awakened a sense of power in Bryce that he never knew existed. Kaya had crowned him King of Passion.
But he had hurt her, he thought as she quivered under him. As her whimpers rose above the music, Bryce leaned over her and rested his chest on her back, his arms over hers, making his upper body one with hers, relishing the head-to-toe, skin-to-skin connection they shared.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, his heart breaking at the tears streaming from her eyes.
She moaned on a quiver, her eyes glued shut, her mouth slightly parted as she panted from a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Intimate addict that he was, Bryce gathered Kaya in his arms and drew her further into his body, loving the feel of her damp skin melting into his. He kissed the side of her face and the corner of her mouth as he began to rock tenderly against her, kneading his groin into her buttocks, around and around in an undulating wave-like action. He stayed with her, locked in a timeless haven of delight until he felt her muscles relax around him and her breath—warm and moist against his cheek—deepen, as her pain melted into desire. Finally, she began to dance with him in a sea of ultra-sensual ecstasy, her mouth opening as deep sexual sounds radiated from inside her and resonated through him like a mating call of the wild.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. That’s it,” he whispered as her body welcomed him and merged with his in the most intimate, sensual dance of his life. She rolled with him in a beautiful cadence, heightening his passion as the deepest part of her body gently and lovingly caressed all of him.
“Oh, Kaya, you’re so beautiful, so lovely, so exquisite. Yes, yes…”
Her pleasure moans rumbled through Bryce like a runaway freight train, building his need, driving his lust. He eased up and dropped kisses on her neck, her shoulders, her back, as his hand cupped her firm breasts. He rubbed his palms over her mounts until her tender nipples hardened against his palm. He turned her sideways and licked her nipples, loving the feel of the pebbled flesh on his tongue.
She started to shake and quiver and moan and writhe. Recognizing the signs, Bryce sucked her breasts harder and was erotically rewarded with the tightening of her muscles around him. Her body stiffened for a few seconds then a warm gush of moisture bathed his sex.
It wasn’t a strong climax, just a sweet, enchanting release of emotion as if her body was showing its appreciation for the delight he was bringing it. Her juices trickled along his length and seeped out against his groin, spreading warmth down the insides of his thighs, like a river of love.
As her breath came out in a long moan of surrender, Bryce switched his movements to an in-and-out motion, slowly at first, withdrawing partially and driving in again over and over, feeling her soft wet flesh part and spread for him. He fought to control his thrusts, waiting for her to catch up. The agonizing slow pace of his movements added to his pleasure, and he felt his sex growing thicker and harder as she opened for him, taking him in with her whole body then gripping him on his endless journey to Nirvana.
They breathed together in timeless euphoria. Holding and releasing, giving and receiving, as their bodies became one, as their souls connected and rejoiced, and their hearts beat as one unit.
“Harder. Deeper,” Kaya finally whispered, shoving backwards into his groin.
Her invitation was a passionate challenge, hard to resist.
Bryce completed his downward thrust, moving deep inside her and staying there for a few gut-wrenching moments, pumping and grinding into her. Content that her moan was one of pleasure and not pain, he raised his upper body away from hers and trailed his hands down the wet slope of her back and curled them around her waist.
“Hold on to the ramp,” he instructed as he began to thrust back and forth. The time to be delicate was over. The beast was ready to devour its prey. He held her hips and pumped into her with hard, long strokes, pulling out all the way and slamming her back into the ramp. A tsunami of pleasure overtook him and he worked his way in and out of her body with brute force.
Kaya’s moans, her groans, her screams, a distant rumble in his ears. Her buttocks crashed into his groin as she matched him hard thrust for hard thrust. Bryce closed his eyes and slid deeper and deeper into her softness, their flesh making hard slapping sounds as they sped towards a sweltering pit of desire. He lost all sense of time as Kaya reared back like a wild tigress and took him—all of him—energetically and physically until he felt as if his skin, his flesh, would melt away from his bones, taking everything, but the parts where their bodies were fused so intimately, so erotically, so wildly.
Dear God, she felt like heaven itself.
Bryce gritted his teeth as bolts of fire rushed up and down his spine. His skin tingled, his stomach cramped with the force of his oncoming climax. He heard himself screaming Kaya’s name over and over as deep, earth-shaking tremors crashed over him. He felt himself spinning, falling, crashing as liquid heat bubbled at his groin then rushed along his sex.
Kaya grunted with each thrust and her tiny body tightened around him.
When she moaned and pushed back against him one last time, Bryce plunged forward with one final deep brutal thrust and collapsed on Kaya’s back. He felt her muscles convulse around every inch packed deep inside her, pumping him, sucking him, demanding that he release his love inside her. His body shook violently as he erupted, spurting his seed triumphantly within the deepest parts of her being. His climax felt endless and wonderful as his sex continued to jerk on its own inside her. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness, surrendering to the pleasure currents that pulled him under.
They lay in a wet panting heap, trembling and gasping, their breaths echoing around the room as their lungs fought for oxygen. Neither of them could stop the spasmodic twitching of their bodies as a series of mini pleasure aftershocks reverberated through them.
Much later, when his consciousness returned, realizing he must be crushing Kaya, Bryce rolled onto the floor, bringing her with him. He groaned as his sex slipped from inside her. He spread her out on his chest, belly to belly, the way he loved to hold her, and combed his fingers through her damp strands of hair.
Their breathing was calmed now, their bodies
languid and sated. Bryce didn’t care if he died right now. He’d touched heaven. Or maybe he had died and entered heaven for one splendid moment when all his vigor left him. He felt as weak as Sampson must have felt after Delilah cut his hair.
Women were dangerous. Bewitching.
Reclining atop Bryce’s chest, Kaya smiled and inhaled deeply, loving the masculine, musky smell of him and the tickly sensations his chest hair aroused in her nipples nestled inside the curly strands. She loved that he enjoyed holding her this way, on top of him, where he knew she would be safe from the weight of his body. She lifted her head and grinned down at him. “I’ve never heard a man make those kinds of noises before. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything make those kinds of noises.”
He grunted and raised his hands to hold her damp hair at the back of her head, away from her face. “Honestly, me neither. I didn’t know I could make those kinds of noises. I’ve never come that hard. I swear you’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He pulled her down and kissed her full on the lips. “I enjoy you so much; you make me crazy.”
“And you me,” Kaya responded, amazed that she wanted more after that wild ride he’d just taken her on. When Bryce had first lost control, she’d been a little afraid that he’d rip her apart, damage her permanently, but when the feel of his strong hands gripping her hips sliding her back and forth onto him, his powerful pelvis pounding against her buttocks, and his enormous sex sliding and grinding so majestically inside her, some devilishly wicked spirit had overtaken Kaya—mind, body, and soul. Pleasure had pumped through her veins and spurted out of her and around her like molten lava running down the crest of an erupting volcano.
As her body had burned like a Salem witch’s, she’d lost her mind, caring about nothing, wanting nothing but for Bryce to engulf her, devour her, brand her with his love. She never knew her heart could race so swiftly, pound so heavily. She never knew her body could open so completely, uninhibitedly, and fearlessly for a man. She never knew she could endure such a pounding and live to smile about it.