Page 55 of Moonshine and Magnolias
“You taste even better than you smell.”
His mouth crushed down on hers, licking, nibbling. Tasting. Tasting all of her with his tongue stroking in rhythmic time. His hands cupped her jaw and tilted up her head to delve even deeper. She held on to his wrists while he continued the heated onslaught.
She pulsed with need, but he didn’t stop the kisses he rained on her lips, her ears, her sensitive neck. Her breasts ached to be touched but his hands stayed firmly on her head, stroking, still stroking her scalp, long strokes with his clever fingers that had her melting.
She released her grip on his wrists and slid her hands around him, kneading the tensed muscles beneath his soft shirt. A groan sounded in the back of his throat. She drew her nails down his back and was rewarded by an increase of his ragged breathing, but he didn’t move his hands to the rest of her body.
A desperate kind of yearning streaked through her, creating a dampness between her legs. “Touch me,” she groaned.
“I am.” His lips curved against her shoulder.
So he wanted to play, did he? The lighthearted attitude was a far cry from her methodical textbook encounters. She wove her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down to her breast, controlling where he went. “Here. Touch me here.”
He did as she commanded, holding her still with the hands wrapped around her back and tongued her nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt. Flashes of pleasure sizzled down her core, but she was greedy. It wasn’t enough.
She wiggled her arms out of the sleeves and tore her shirt over her head. He broke contact long enough to do the same to himself.
God, he was beautiful. His rangy muscles and flat abdomen was the perfect fit on his lanky body. She placed her hands on his bare chest, hoping he would do the same to her. She used her thumbs against his tight nipples and he sucked in a breath, then bent his head to take one of her stiff peaks in his mouth.
Slowly, very slowly, she moved her fingers down his belly and unfastened his jeans. She slipped her hand between their bodies and into his cotton underwear to fondle his hard penis, then stroked the velvety steel. It stiffened even more as she ran her hand down its full length and he gently pumped against her palm. The trust he showed by letting himself be vulnerable with her only upped her desire.
Rob moved his mouth to her other breast. His hands slid to her shorts and undid her button and zipper and she shimmied out of them. He cupped her between her legs and used his finger to glide under the elastic and into her wetness. She cried out. Another finger joined the first and soon she was riding his hand, surrounded by him, gasping for air as her muscles quivered with pleasure. She grabbed his shoulders and thrust and thrust and thrust against him.
“Beautiful,” Rob murmured. “So damn beautiful.” His thumb flicked against her clit in rhythm with his fingers.
Another moan escaped her at the heavenly sensation of her muscles tightening. She fisted her hand in his hair and yanked his head so she could press her mouth against his as the first crest of her orgasm took her. He swallowed her cries as each shudder racked her, matching them with his own low, intense groan.
When her tremors lessened, Rob jerked down her underwear in a quick, rough movement. “I’m done playing. I have to be inside you. Right now.”
She treated his jeans the same way until they were both naked. She gave a quick glance down. His cock was hard and rigid and ready for her.
She scooted backward on the narrow bed and he followed, pausing to kiss her belly, then her breasts, her neck, and her mouth.
His length rested against her thigh and he searched her face.
“Yes,” she panted, eager for him. “Yes. Now.”
He drove into her hard, fast, with need. It was a perfect fit.
Oh, God. He thrusted, and she tilted her pelvis to meet each fierce push, wrapping her legs around his ass. Any pretense of control skated away from her, into the wild, wet movement. His mouth and tongue and teeth nipped at her while his hips rolled and she clawed into his back. Low tremors started in her belly, growing with each kiss and she moaned. She was so ready for this.
But she’d be more vulnerable lying on the bed. Out of control. Worry took over her mindless instinct. Being used by his hand was one thing. This animalistic feeling was too much. There was no way she could let herself fall apart.
She could be fair to him, to use her body to give him pleasure. She tilted her pelvis to take him deeper when he thrust into her.
“Let go,” he mumbled. “Let go and let me take you.”
This was a mistake on so many levels. The sensations, the wanting, the need to obey to his command. She couldn’t do it.
His mouth found her breast and he nibbled on her nipple. Heat streaked through her, but she squashed it into the recess of her mind. She slid her hand down his stomach until it rested between their bodies, then spread her fingers around his cock, adding more friction to the already primal action.
“Christ,” he groaned. The short pants of his breath became more ragged. “What are you doing?” He stopped moving.
“Keep going.” She massaged him until his hips involuntarily flexed and he thrust inside her again.
“You’re not done. Let me finish you fir…” his words were cut off as he arched up, and a guttural yell came from somewhere in back of his throat. Each stroke came faster and faster until he pounded into her in uncontrolled release. He collapsed in a sweat-slicked heap, his head resting right above her breast, his arm trailing over her side. The frenzied beating of his heart thumped against hers.
Her body protested when he slipped out of her, but she’d resolve that later when she was alone.
