Tempting the Bride - By Sherry Thomas Page 0,59
palm against her breast. She let out a small whimper.
“Did you know that for years you didn’t have any breasts?” he said while kissing her with only his lips. “And I loved to fantasize about your chest, flat as a board, nothing but beautiful, hard nipples.”
She swallowed and looked down at his hand. Without moving it, he caught her nipple between two of his fingers and slowly tugged. The sight of it, the sharp pleasure of it—she panted, as if she’d been climbing stairs for hours on end.
“I was almost disappointed when you did sprout those gorgeous breasts—but not anymore,” he murmured. “Not anymore.”
He rubbed the pad of his thumb on her nipple. Her breath caught. The pleasure shot hard into her abdomen.
He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She cried aloud—the pressure of his lips, the slow, moist swirl of his tongue, and occasionally, particularly, the unexpected scrape of his teeth.
He did the same to her other nipple while she filled the room with moans and sobs. She gasped when his hand closed on her bottom, his fingers digging into her flesh. He groaned and sank his teeth into her shoulder.
“Might as well put your other hand on it, too,” she managed to say, “since you like it so well.”
But he didn’t. Instead he lifted her and laid her on the bed, pulling off her shoes as he went. “These must be the most beautiful legs in the entire world,” he said, peeling away her stockings.
He climbed into bed himself and kissed his way up her legs. Instincts she didn’t even know she possessed made her clench her thighs together. Without any hesitation, he pushed them apart, exposing her to his gaze.
“The doors of the temple, darling, never close to the devout acolyte.”
And with that, he began his worship, gentle, almost sweet licks of the tongue just to the outside of her folds, before suddenly dipping his tongue inside her. She thrashed, her toes digging into the sheets, her body arching toward him, her hands gripping his hair.
His tongue flicked a most sensitive part of her, but only once, making her moan and order him to do it again. He ignored her until she was so taken with the pleasure he wrought elsewhere that she forgot her own earlier demands. Then he suddenly went back to that spot, lavishing it with attention, making her scream from pleasure and need.
When he put his teeth to use, her pleasure rose to a roaring peak. She buckled and shuddered, crying out incoherently, her thighs shaking as he, not letting her go in the least, took her to another peak, then another, then another.
David. Oh, David, David, David.”
The sound of his name on her lips was heaven’s own music. The deluge in the Sahara was flooding his humble temple, drowning him in good fortune and answered prayers.
He kissed his way up her torso. Or perhaps he was pulled up by her hands in his hair.
“Shall I do the same for you?” she asked urgently, her breath ragged.
He almost lost himself right then. “Another time, maybe,” he rasped, “when you are not a virgin anymore.”
“A what?”
“We all assumed otherwise, but you told us you were still a virgin.” He kissed her on her shoulder.
“What kind of an affair was that?” She sounded thunderstruck.
“A prudent one, obviously.”
“Well, then, quickly deflower me, so I may take you in my mouth and—”
He kissed her on her eager mouth and pushed himself into her, unable to savor the moment as slowly as he’d always anticipated. Nor could he sink hilt-deep into her as his nearly out-of-control body wanted, for despite being impossibly slick, she was also impossibly tight.
He groaned, maddened by the pleasure.
“Dear God,” she murmured.
He was immediately contrite. “I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”
Her hand lowered to grab his bottom. “Yes, it does hurt, but I want to hold all of you inside me.”
At her incendiary words, he drove deeper—far deeper—into her, unable to help himself.
“So,” she said, her fingers on his cheek, “now I’ve made you mine.”
He took her fingers in hand and kissed them one by one. “You made me yours long ago, but now you finally claimed me.”
She licked his fingers. “I don’t know why I waited so long. I love claiming you.”
He gritted his teeth. “Stop—everything. Or you will make me ejaculate prematurely.”
She sucked on his fingers, her tongue teasing. “What is that?”
He breathed hard. “Spilling my seed without properly pleasuring you first.”
Her eyes were infinitely mischievous. “But you’ve already