head to give him better access. His hot breath against her skin, the feel of his erection pressing against her belly…it was all going too fast. She was going too fast. She wanted this to be about him.
With a soft sigh she pushed him back and moved her hands to his belt buckle. “I want to touch you.” Holding his gaze with her own, she whispered, “I want to taste you.” She unbuckled his belt, feeling his stomach muscles jump as the backs of her fingers brushed against his skin.
She went to her knees in front of him. Unzipping his jeans with care, she pushed them down his legs. Beneath his gray boxer briefs, his cock lay as a thick wedge along his thigh. She tugged his underwear gently down his legs, freeing his erection. He stepped out of his clothes and kicked them to the side.
Keira wrapped one hand around his shaft and touched the fat tip with a light flick of her tongue. He jerked and let out a harsh moan. She liked his reaction, so she repeated her motion. Another groan made her smile with feminine delight.
With her left hand she palmed his balls, rolling them over her fingers, lightly massaging them. The muscles in his thighs grew taut, a fine trembling setting up in his legs as he fought for control.
She aimed to make him see that all the control here was hers. Standing, she urged him backward until his knees hit the edge of the mattress. With a light shove, she pushed him onto the bed and stood between his spread legs.
“God, Keira, you’re killing me.” When Finn’s heated gaze, full of yellow demon fire, fell on her, it was like the entire world held its breath.
“Oh, now, I don’t want you dead, not by a long shot.” She reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. His eyes tracked her movement, heating even more when the upper slopes of her breasts were revealed. “I very much prefer you alive. And moaning. In my bed.” She slipped out of her blouse and did a slow shimmy out of her slacks. That left her in a barely there red satin bra and matching lacy panties.
The way his eyes lit up made her decide to leave her underwear on a bit longer. She slid her hands up his thighs, enjoying the feel of his hair-roughened skin against her sensitive palms. When she bent to take him in her mouth, her long tresses cascaded over his body, brushing against his flat abdomen and eliciting another moan from Finn. As soon as her lips closed over the head of his cock, his hips jerked, driving more of him into her mouth.
He muttered an apology that she waved away with one hand. She twirled her tongue over him, tapped on the sensitive underside, and stroked over the weeping tip. All the while she caressed his inner thighs, coming close but never quite touching his sac.
Without warning he surged up, grasping her waist to toss her onto the bed. He came down over her, wedging his knee between her thighs. As he stroked her hair away from her face, she grinned up at him. “You men never like foreplay,” she mock complained.
“Yeah, well, we’re simple creatures. It doesn’t take much to get our motors revving at full speed. You don’t want me putting that engine in gear without you along for the ride, do you?”
She gave him a pout. “I was in the driver’s seat, Finn. How much more ‘along for the ride’ could I have been?”
“I don’t mind you driving,” he said. With economical movements he removed the rest of her clothing and came back down between her thighs. She could feel his hard length against the folds of her sex. He gave her that slow smile of his, the one that started in his eyes and landed on his lips. “But I prefer you to be fully engaged, if you know what I mean.” He tested her readiness with one hand.
It was her turn to gasp and moan as he stroked two fingers into her sheath. In, then out. In. Out. He set a rhythm that had her hips rising and falling to his touch.
He brought his mouth back to hers, his kiss slow and deep. Carnal excitement raced through her, making her toes curl, legs sliding restlessly across the coolness of the quilt beneath her. His chest lifted with a deep, sharp intake of breath and the kiss