Desire: Love and Passion - By Lesia Reid Page 0,28

skimpier than any other he had seen her in so far.

"You are so damn sexy," he said.

He reached up and undid the ribbon. The garment fell away from her, leaving her breasts exposed. He cupped each one in his hands and she arched her back, welcoming his touch.

He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. He traced it with his tongue and she whimpered, arching her back even further. He licked and sucked both nipples until she cried out his name. He slid down her body, kissing his way down her smooth belly, his hands leading the way.

He was surprised to find her wet through her sexy, lacy briefs. Willow could see a small portion of his back just below his shoulders. There were some markings similar to the ones on his side. She did not focus on them, she looked away, liking the way he was stroking her, raising her hips to meet his every movement. She wanted him to pull her briefs away. She wanted him to touch her, skin to skin.

"Take it off," she whimpered.

"So impatient," he said looking up at her.

"Take it off, please."

"Have you missed me?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then tell me you want me."

"I want you."

As if encouraged by her admission he gently, with her help, removed her briefs. He slid one long finger into the depth of her warmth. He felt her muscles tighten and she raised her hips to match his strokes. He gently moved this thumb over her clit and was reward with an audible groan. James was trying his best to control himself. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him more.

He bent his head and kissed her just where his thumb had been. He felt her hands in his head, encouraging.

She tasted better than he had imagined. It had been forever since he had done this with anyone. He had never so completely wanted to devour anyone. He had to take slow measurements as his tongue slipped between slick wet and hot folds and her thighs clamped over his head.

He could hear her moaning and breathing heavily and he liked it. He felt the tremble in her legs. She moaned his name as she came against his mouth. She was ready for him now. He kissed up her belly, up to the valley between her breasts, stretching the length of his body against hers.

He turned over so he was on his back and she was on top.

“If you want me,” he said, “then take me.”

She smiled at the delicious thought of him putting her in charge again. She slid back, straddling him in an upright position. She held his hard throbbing penis in one hand. He held her hips. Slowly, they guided each other until he was all the way. He felt all her muscles tighten around him. One hand held her hips and the other caressed her where they met. She arched her back and rotated her hips over him. Slowly they began the age old dance. With each movement of his fingers she moved faster, came down harder against him, squeezing tighter. Faster and faster, until both his hands were on her hips and all he wanted was that quick dance, up, down, and ground.

James felt the heat spread through his abdomen. He felt every muscle in his body begging him for release. Willow was shuddering around him. Her bouncing breasts had him mesmerized as she rode him like a wild stallion. Then, she arched her back, moaned his name and he couldn’t hold on any longer.

When it was done, she laid on top of him with his throbbing member still inside of her. They were both breathing like they’d just ran a marathon but they were both smiling, too. He could feel the quickness of her heart-beat against his chest.

“So, this is what you dragged me out of bed at one in the morning for,” she said in a husky voice.

“You weren’t complaining a few seconds ago,” he said between breaths.

“Touché.”

They laid in silence for a little while. He was stroking her back and she was listening to his heartbeat.

“How was your dinner?” she asked.

“All I could think about was you.”

“That must have sucked for your date.”

“About my date,” he said.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“I want to. I want to tell you everything before you get someone else’s perspective. My date was Stacey.”

“Your ex?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, I thought she lived in the US.”

“She did, but now she’s moved back to England and is newly