Page 29 of Veiled Fantasies

He worked one breast, then the other, making her ears rumble as if there were a shell pressed to it, murmuring the sound of the sea. Her hips grew jealous and started pushing into his groin, then pulled back, begging for more.

* * *

Erik sensed the shift and took it as a signal to change places. He took hold of her waist, ready to roll. But Jill surprised him by pinning him down, not ready to cede pole position just yet.

Now that was a first. He lay still a moment, feeling her dance into his groin while her breasts swayed above. Her body was licking him up. Her hair moved like a silk curtain in a summer breeze. Another quiet rush pulsed through him at the sight. Her face was intent, tuned in to the waves sweeping their isolated island.

Though his body was sending its own pounding messages, he let himself bathe in her sensual glow a little longer. Her passion crackled through the air, tiny flashes of lightning in the desert sky. She was the fire, and he was the kindling, eager to blaze high. Still, he left a little bit of fireman on duty, just in case. He already let enough slip out. He’d better make sure he held his tongue.

Or let hers hold it for him. That would be fine, too.

Her hips rubbed harder, sending a clear message.Here. More.

He kept one hand on her gorged breast and let the other follow the taut curve of her side. It was a lusciously long journey, all the way down and over the rise of her rear. His fingers worked the button on her pants and slid inside, cupping her mound. Delighted to find her damp with sweet anticipation, his cock jutted as his hands explored her rear, rubbing naked flesh and working her clothes down. He helped her kick her pants away and reveled in the sight of one smooth expanse of skin, stretched tight over a perfectly proportioned frame. All of it quavering for him.

“Here,” he whispered, hitching her hips higher.

He guided her into a straddle, wanting more of her pressing into him. It was heaven and torture, all at once. He remembered this from Anna, this heady mix of urgency and restraint, the tightrope walk between pain and pleasure. True intimacy–not with a stranger but a friend.

But it was totally unlike Anna at the same time. Jill’s body was tighter, more muscular, promising more than just a soft cushion for him to find release in. Anna had always followed his lead, but Jill promised a scintillating give and take. She went from careful and reserved to blazing—almost demanding—in one instant, swept with desire. A side of her personality she kept well hidden. So well hidden that it was a secret from herself?

Maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling something break free tonight. God knows he needed it. But her? Jill was together, capable, sharp. What could she possibly be awakening to tonight?

A hope flared inside him. That she might just whisk him along and let him hitchhike to some higher, better place. The way she pulled Louise along, and now him—not by command or force but pure vibrancy. Who knows where she might take him?

Time to find out.

He let his hands grind her rear before reaching toward her hidden middle. She swayed to one side like a dancer, inviting him in. When his hand slid into the soft hair of her pelvis, she inhaled sharply.

Oh, she liked that. He did, too. He parted his fingers, running them through the curls, straightening and letting go while willing himself to go slow. He eased his fingers between her folds and traced their soft line.

She moaned in a light hum.More, the hum begged.

They were speaking the same language. His body wanted more, too. More of her.

He slid slowly back and forth, parting her, circling and teasing before easing in like a swimmer testing the water. She was already opening up, falling away at his touch. Soaking him in. He felt her contract, go loose, and contract again, this time in a smooth ripple of movement from top to bottom. A real athlete.

Her lips opened in a silentAhhh,making his self-restraint hit rock bottom. Good thing he felt her lean to the right, shoulder swaying back.Roll. Turn. You take the top.

Erik didn’t need to be told twice.

* * *

Jill worked Erik’s shirt off before he even finished the turn. Their mouths reconnected the moment he was free. She slid her hands over his smooth, broad chest as he swallowed her up with kisses that were quickly losing their measured, languid pace.

Dream or reality? She didn’t stop to check. Her hands smoothed over the ripples of diagonal muscles connecting to his ribs. God, what a build. He carried it so lightly that she hadn’t guessed at the sheer bulk until she had him in her hands. Even with fingers splayed, she couldn’t span the steel ridges rising from his spine. Which just went to prove that nature was unfair. If she didn’t whip herself through regular workouts, she’d go to jelly in a matter of days. He seemed to spend a lot of time at a desk, yet sprouted the muscles of a sleek ox. All of it in her hands and gasping for her.

Her hands were frustrated to find pants still blocking their wanderings and got to work. But left and right couldn’t quite agree on the order of their pleasures. Left was already cupping his hard ridge, while right tugged at the fly. She gave up momentarily and allowed both hands free reign over the very buns she’d admired on the plane, several light years ago.

“Nice,” she mumbled.

“Nice,” he whispered breathlessly.

His lips were busy in a mission of their own, moving from her mouth to her neck. She’d be a goner when he got lower. Both hands worked his zipper with new resolve and slid his pants and boxers down just far enough to make Erik pause to kick them away.

Lord, there he was. All of him. All hers.

She reached for his erection, gasping as it flared under her touch. She played along his length and he paused, suspended over her—the opera aficionado again, listening. She wrapped her fingers around him, slowly, stretching to encase the circumference. All hers. All muscle, panting for her.

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