Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,85

before then.” He lifted the skirt up to her panties. “I’m going to drink from you, love. Taste you until you come in my mouth.”

“Please,” she begged him. “I can’t take much more of this, Michael. You’re killing me.”

Sliding her panties from her wet sheath, he fit his finger inside of her. She shuddered against him, rocked hard onto his hand. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He knew the moment she started to come; her eyes fluttered closed and she trembled around him. Taking her pussy into his mouth, Michael drank.

She was sweet and spicy, warm and liquid. He moved his free hand to her ass and cupped her tighter to him. He felt her wetness running down his chin; her body convulsed around him and his cock leapt to take her. Reaching down to his fly, he undid his snap and eased his zipper down over his aching cock. He could feel his own pre-cum as he stroked it. When she came a third, then a fourth time, he gently laid her back on the bed and stood.

“Christ, you’re beautiful. I could easily spend my entire life looking at you.” His cock pulsed in his hand when she licked her lips. “I’m going to strip down, then I want you to do the same. Slowly, so that I can imagine what you’re going to take off next, what you’re going to show me.”

Michael peeled off his pants and his boxers at the same time. It wasn’t that he was trying to rush, but he was afraid if he tried to remove them one at a time he’d killed himself. When he stood before her naked he reached for his cock again and began to fist it. He was very close to coming, but desperately wanted to be buried deep within her first.

Telling her to stand, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He did try to be gentle, but she tasted like sex and he wanted a full meal. When he finally pulled back they were both panting. He rocked into her softness.

“Michael, I know that you want to take this slowly, but if you don’t take me now I’m going to resort to raping you.” She reached for his cock and the simple brush of her hand nearly sent him over the edge.

“Lie down. And don’t touch me. I promise you, I’ll take you, but please let me do this my way.” She nodded, but he wasn’t sure about the look in her eyes. “I love you.”

She laid down on the bed and he crawled up her body. When he was holding himself over her he looked down into her eyes. She looked hungry and he was ready to feed her.

He fisted his cock again and, while he watched her face, slowly entered her. She was slick and hot, her sheath tight and made for him. When he was nearly buried to the hilt, he settled himself over her body and raised her hands above her head with his own. She rocked up into him as he bore down into her welcoming heat.

“Michael, oh God, yes,” she screamed as she came. Lacing his fingers with hers he rocked slowly, watching her face for every nuance, every flicker of her lashes. Michael thought that he loved her before, but when she looked up at him and screamed out his name again and again he tumbled so far and so fast that he knew he’d found his home.

As she came again, he let himself go, filled her with his seed. He continued to rock deep within her even after he was spent. When he finally collapsed on top of her he closed his eyes and rolled to his back, taking her with him.

He was nearly asleep when she said his name. He stirred but didn’t move, answering her with a small sound. He smiled when she spoke with a yawn in her voice.

“I’ve been off the pill since I was taken. If this didn’t get me pregnant, would you mind much if we tried again tomorrow, just to be sure?” She yawned again. “I think we should practice this all the time.”

“Whatever you want, love. Whenever you need me.”

Chapter 25

“I don’t care, just fucking make it stop hurting. Damn it, you said that you’d help me when this time came. If you think this is helping me, then you’re fucking off your rocker.”

Cain looked down at his sister then over at her husband. He had to laugh.