Page 18 of Wind and Water
“She was so tired, it would take a four-alarm firetruck siren to wake her tonight. Besides, I’m a grown woman.” Caressing my bare chest, she kisses my neck, then my jaw.
Kissing her lightly on the lips, I breathe in her scent of vanilla and berries. She’s like a tasty sweet that I can’t get enough of. “Grown or not, I doubt you want your mother to walk in on you with my head between your legs.”
In a flash, she stands and pulls her shirt over her head. Her full breasts are beautiful and round, and her nipples are distended. “I’ll risk it.” She strips out of her shorts. In the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains, she’s as beautiful as a goddess in the sacred pools.
One day I’ll make love with her, and we’ll be free to scream as loud and long as our passions demand. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I run my fingers over her hips and along her ribs.
On an exhale, she lies beside me. “I thought you might tell me to go back to bed.”
“No. If I am what you want, I am yours.” It’s a pledge I pray I can hold to for the rest of our lives, but for tonight, I’ll let her believe this is only about pleasure. Taking her lips with mine, I slide my tongue inside, and she moans into my mouth as her tongue touches mine. Tentative at first, a few seconds later, she kisses me as if this will be our last kiss.
I intend to make sure that is not the case. I slow the kiss, sipping her top lip and then bottom. I kiss her chin and along the column of her throat. I linger at her pulse and listen to the songs of our souls harmonizing.
I open my mind to her, so she can hear the song as I kiss and lick my way down her chest. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck until she grips my hair and then I suck harder, letting my teeth worry the sensitive bud.
Biting my upper arm, she muffles her moans and cries.
Licking a circle around her areola, I mold her tit with my palm and fingers. I move lower to her abdomen and linger at her belly button.
On a soft cry, she opens her legs. The heady scent of her sex reaches my sensitive senses.
Sliding my hand between her thighs, I slip my fingers between her soft, wet folds.
She bites her palm, muffling her moan. Her bright gaze never leaves me as I reach the bottom of the couch and shift my knees to the floor.
Cupping her ass in my hands, I pull her to the edge of the cushion. “So pretty.” I slide my thumb around her sweet pearl, teasing her. “So wet.” I blow a puff of air across her.
She jerks her hips. “Liam.”
I would love to spend hours teasing and tempting, but my own need grows uncomfortable even in the lounge pants I’ve grown so fond of. Slipping my thumb inside her, I lower my mouth and lick a path around before sucking her clitoris.
Her hips rise and fall with a constant, building cadence.
As I look up the length of her, her stare is fixed on me as she bites her bottom lip. Her cheeks are pink.
Drinking in her smell and taste, I know I’ll never get enough of her. She’s my greatest desire, and even if she’s my downfall, she’s worth it. Sucking harder, I feel her sheath clench as her orgasm shatters.
Eyes closed for the first time, she shifts her head from side to side and clutches my hair while pumping her hips against my mouth and taking my thumb as deep as it can go.
My cock is painfully hard as I wait for her to reach the other side of her pleasure. I lap up every drop of her nectar, then wait until she opens her eyes before I ease back. “Are you alright?”
“I’m better than that.” Pupils wide, she moves her legs over my shoulders and digs her heels into my back, drawing me to her.
I kiss her belly before standing and placing her feet back on the couch. Stripping out of my pants, I stand over her shapely body. My bedding is shifted and rumpled, and she’s exactly as I wish she’d appear every night for the rest of my life. How have I survived my life this long without her? “You are everything, Wren. Whatever you think about me, know that I am yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Make love with me, Liam.” She reaches an arm toward me.
Taking her hand, I ease down on top of her as she wraps her legs around my hips. Her hand slips between us and she wraps her fingers around my cock.
“By the gods. You’ll drive me mad before this night is over.”
Her caress is slow and soft as she directs me until I’m notched at her entrance, still wet and ready. Only then does she move her fingers out of the way. She caresses my ribs, then over my shoulder. Everywhere she touches, my body heats. Her legs tighten, and she tips her hips to take me in an inch.
Gaining control, I press inside her and have to stop and relish how perfectly we fit. Her body stretches to accommodate my size.
She moans low and deep.
I kiss her, muffling my own groan, as I pull back and slide home again and again. My body is on fire. I strain to keep my weight on my elbows and not crush her while plunging deep.
