Guarding Temptation - Talia Hibbert Page 0,22

been ready to kiss her. She’d swear it. For a second there, he’d thought about pressing his lips to hers. But in the end, he bent his head to kiss her throat instead. The coil of tension in Nina’s stomach trembled and threatened to release, disappointment cooling blood that had been burning hot.

But then he spoke. He spoke, and she was back in the moment again, determined to take what he would give, even if it wasn’t everything she wanted.

“Tell me what to do, Nina,” he murmured. “You want to come? I’ll make you come. You want me to lick that pretty pussy again?”

God, yes. Yes. But when she opened her mouth to say as much, something stopped her. A need even deeper than the desire for pleasure.

She wanted to pleasure him.

“Let me touch you,” she whispered. Let me give you something. Let me have what power I can over you, just for a little while.

Maybe he heard all that she didn’t say—because he hesitated. But only for a moment. Then he gave her what she craved.

“Yes,” he said, and sat back.

Just one word, and the animal in her was released.

She swallowed as she leaned back to look at him. God, he was beautiful. In the silvery half-light the moon cast through their window, James glowed like some sort of fairy-tale prince. He was all pure, delicious darkness in the shadows, from his smooth skin to his hypnotic eyes. His full lips were slightly tilted in a teasing smile that made her heart skip a beat, but what really got her was his body.

His fucking body.

The barely restrained strength of it, and the softness too. He was comfort itself, power and gentleness, with his broad shoulders and heavy thighs, the curls of hair on his massive chest and the satisfying curve of his belly. She darted forward to kiss his nipples, first the left and then the right, tasting the raw sweetness of his skin with her tongue. When his breath hitched, she felt delicious satisfaction flare in her gut.

Yes, this was what she wanted: him. Piece by piece, moan by moan.

Her resolve strengthened, Nina began the kisses again—slowly, luxuriously, laving her tongue over the most sensitive parts of his body as she discovered them. The side of his throat, his biceps, his chest, belly, hips. She crawled off the sofa to kneel before him as she licked and sucked at the skin just above his briefs. When she turned her head, and her cheek brushed his dick through the fabric, James’s whole body stiffened.

“Nina,” he choked out, his hips rising and falling in an urgent rhythm. “Fuck, Nina, baby…”

She almost moaned out loud at those words. Dragging his underwear off with one hand, she buried the other between her own thighs to stroke her desperate pussy. Couldn’t stop, not when he was sitting there looking like that, kicking away his briefs and fisting his hard cock.

When he cupped the back of her head with one hand, Nina whimpered with pleasure, fingers circling her clit faster and faster. And when he pressed the gleaming head of his cock to her lips, she opened her mouth greedily.

“This what you want, sweetheart? You’re sure?”

She’d barely finished the word Yes before he groaned and fed her that rigid length.

James tasted sharp and salty and perfect. His dick was as thick as the rest of him, already making her jaw ache, but the sensation didn’t register as painful. No, to Nina, the insistent pressure of James filling her mouth to capacity was an erotic high. Her fingers slipped through her folds to her own tightening entrance, and she fucked herself in earnest, pressing the palm of her hand against her clit. Now her pussy stretched around her fingers, her mouth stretched around this man’s magnificent dick, and God, she could come just like this.

But she wouldn’t. Not yet. She wanted to stay lucid enough to taste it when he spurted down her throat.

So Nina sucked, hard and wet, as her mouth slid over James’s cock. “Jesus,” he hissed, dragging out the word. His eyes screwed shut in pleasure, his fist tightened in her hair, and the tendons in his neck strained as he threw back his head. Nina sucked again and again, graceless and desperate, and James grew wild beneath her, grunting and growling like an animal.

“Shit,” he gasped, his eyes popping open. “You’re gonna make me come. Slow down.”

She slid off his length for a moment, breathless and loving it. “I want to