Mistletoe and Mayhem - Cheryl Bolen Page 0,378

is utterly mutual, I assure you,” she almost purred in his ear.

He kissed down her body, paying homage to her breasts and rosy, pink nipples. He suckled one deep into his mouth, laving it with his tongue until she squirmed beneath him.

The delightful little gasps she made saw his control balance on a knife’s edge. He kissed down her stomach and pushed her legs wider so he fitted between her thighs.

“Blade, what are you doing?”

He softly and slowly ran his hands over her stomach, circling lower and lower towards her womanhood. He brushed her mons and she tensed. Then he brushed again, this time lingering in the task, tracing little swirling patterns over her hips, pelvic bone and then lower, and lower still, until his fingertip caressed the most sensitive part of her, gliding smoothly, finding her little hardened nub.

“Dear Lord. What…”

He looked into her flushed face and said, “Sssh, my beauty. The first time is all about giving into the passion, just let yourself experience the sensations. The second time is all about finding answers to your questions.”

“Second time?” she asked in wonder.

“I’m not letting you out of this bed until the sun rises.”

Her pupils sparkled and her lips parted on an “Oh!” of wonder and delight as he ran a finger down over her woman’s lips, which were already wet for him.

He couldn’t wait to taste her.

“Look at me, Harriet.”

Harriet couldn’t look away if she tried.

She raised herself to her elbows to see the dark hair on his head so close to her private place. Her breath jumped in her throat. The sight was indescribably erotic, so deliciously sinful, and when his tongue licked her, she almost came off the bed. Awareness pulsed in the tips of her breasts and between her legs where she lay.

He looked up at her as he ran his tongue over her a second time.

“You taste like my favorite dessert.”

Her eyelids slid half closed. She shivered as she felt his hot breath and tensed, waiting for the next contact of his tongue on her.

This time he suckled her nub, and she let out a cry. She panted a little, closing her eyes to better give herself over to the wicked sensations created by his tongue.

“Lie back,” he commanded harshly, his breathing becoming ragged.

The urgency in his voice saw her comply. Besides, her arms were shaking so much she could barely hold herself up.

His large hand cupped her bottom, his fingers now joining his clever tongue, and Harriet wondered if she’d survive the bombardment of sensations wracking her body.

Then he set about showing her exactly what his talented tongue and fingers could do. His arm lay across her hips, holding her in place. She could do nothing but lie back and get swept away by a tidal wave of sensation.

Her hips rose of their own accord, intuitively seeking more. One knee fell to the side, blatantly opening her completely to his ministrations.

She let the sensations feed her love. She could not help it. The intimacy of his kiss, and touch, made her heart take wings.

His finger entered her, and her ability to think fled.

His finger was joined by another. Her head spun, the earth whirled, and her eyes opened seeking him, finding eyes as dark as sapphires riveted on her face, a sheen of moisture making his skin gleam like polished marble.

She saw the need shining there, but still he held back.

He moved back up the bed, positioned between her thighs. “It will likely hurt the first time, but I’ll go slow.”

Held speechless, she almost forgot to breathe. His flat stomach gave way to rippled muscles round his sculptured hips but what gave her the first cause for concern was the thick swollen member straining proudly erect at her groin.

She swallowed and tentatively reached out to touch him. She ran her finger down the magnificent length of him and it jumped. She grew bolder and she wrapped her hand round him. He was hard and it pulsed in her hand, but the skin was silky smooth. She saw a drop of liquid at its tip and she rubbed her thumb over it and Blade groaned. She let go.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, and no. I’m barely controlling myself by letting you explore me. It feels so good it hurts.” He reached for her hand and brought it back to his body. “I love how you explore.”

He watched her as she indulged her fantasy. She cupped his sacs and watched sweat form on his brow as