Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,31
in no rush tonight. Honestly, I could hold her in my arms forever and do nothing other than kiss her, but her body writhes and the volume of her moans increases. Responsive in a way I’ve never known before, I feel attuned to her body. I bet I can make her come from breast play alone. Not that I’ll waste this moment. We can explore that later. For now, my fingers feather along her collarbone. Her pulse spikes and flutters beneath my touch.
Her body rocks, seeking friction, but I’m very deliberate in how I touch and where. Her hazel-green gaze sparks with arousal as her lashes flutter and her lips press together.
“Spike, please…”
“Please, what?”
“I need you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere, but you know what I need.”
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make you fly. Trust me to make you feel good.” I lower my lips to the angle of her jaw.
Nibbling back, I play with her earlobe, sucking, biting, and making her jerk beneath my touch. Then I meander back to her lips, settling my mouth over hers.
A soft, gentle caress, this is more reverent than the hasty kiss I stole in the gondola. I kiss her face. Nuzzle her neck. My hands continue their exploration, running up her arms, sweeping across her shoulders, gripping her neck, and circling her breasts.
Angel lifts on tiptoe and cries out in frustration.
“You’re killing me.”
“Oh, you’ve felt nothing yet. Do you burn for me?”
“More than I can stand. Please, fuck me.” Her hips jerk forward, but I anticipate the move and shift away. Her frustrated scream fills the night as I chuckle. This is really so much fun.
She loses it for a second. Her hands fly to my head, where her fingers twine in my hair. She drags her mouth against mine, and the taste of her explodes on my tongue. I pinch her nipple, knowing it’ll make her squirm, but I need to regain control of that kiss before I do something I can’t take back.
The only reason I agreed to this at all is because the lack of a condom forces restraint. There will be no fucking tonight, but that doesn’t mean I won’t acquaint myself fully with every square inch of her body.
She groans, letting me kiss her. Our lips fuse together as our tongues tangle and dance. I lift her into my arms, then set her down again, but only to press her back against the edge of the pool. I’ve shifted us. The pool is safe, but I get the distinct impression she’ll try to climb me to get what she needs. No way am I risking an accidental fall over the edge.
That’s not how this night is going to end. I toy with the curly strands of her hair, loving how they twist and float in the water. Our kiss continues as I trace out every ridge of her ribcage. I really struggle to slow everything down.
But with her skin glistening and her breaths panting, I make one more sweep of her breasts. My thumbs roll over her nipples. They tighten for me, hardening for my mouth. I bet she throbs for my tongue, both to take her nipples in my mouth as well as someplace else. She rises to my touch, arching her back to bring her tits closer to my face.
“You’re killing me,” she says.
“Killing you softly with my touch.”
“Please tell me you didn’t recite some corny song lyrics.”
“Fine, I won’t.”
She jumps when I slip a hand between her thighs. It’s what she wants, but not what she expects, considering how slow I’ve taken things thus far. Immediately, her legs snap together as she moans. Hot and clenching, her tight pussy welcomes the intrusion of my fingers.
“Oh my God.” Angel’s head tilts back as she moans. “Oh my God.”
I go to work, using my fingers to ignite sparks of desire as she rocks against my hand. My goal is to keep her on the edge, delirious with the need to come, but unable. Holding her on the cusp will heighten her pleasure. I know exactly what I’m doing.
And I love every delicious moment.
She’s gorgeous to watch. Drops of water skate down her skin as she bucks and thrashes. Her impatient hands, freed from where I verbally bound them, grip my shoulders and dig in. She rises to my touch, pants against the slow strokes I use to tease her, and cries out when I bring her right to the brink.