His Feverish Embrace - Celia Kyle Page 0,23
harder, Thrett.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, cupping her breasts with his hands. Her nipples hardened even more against his palms, and her fingers started to hurry as she worked her way down his shirt. Untucking the fabric, she then splayed her hands over his abs, feeling every groove and ridge of his muscles before she moved up to his shoulders. “I was pretty close to your knees just a minute ago, Rylan, and they seemed pretty weak already.”
“Oh, shut up,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. Pushing his shirt down his shoulders, she yanked it off his body and then took her fingers down to his belt. There was a metallic clink as she undid the buckle, and a leathery whoosh as she pulled the belt free from its loops.
She didn’t even let him catch his breath. Turning her hand around, she flattened it over his boxer briefs, pinning his hard length against his body. Her fingers tightened around his cock and she started stroking him right away. Every time her fingers ran up his length made him even more delirious than he already was.
Eager for more, he kicked off his boots, allowing his pants to fall down his legs. As he stepped out from them, Rylan hooked her fingers on his boxer briefs and pulled them down, his cock springing free so fast it slapped the back of her hand.
“Weren’t you afraid of dragons?” he asked her, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Not anymore,” she replied, dragging her teeth across her bottom lip. She grabbed him by the root once more, her fingers traveling up and down his length, and he realized he couldn’t take a single minute more of this endless teasing.
Sweeping her into his arms, he picked her up and turned on his heels. Only then did he realize he didn’t know where her bedroom was. He didn’t let that stop him. A tour of the house would be in order, surely, but not now. As it was, the couch in the living room would have to do.
“No, not here,” she breathed out, her eyes widening as she dug her fingers into his bicep. He arched one eyebrow up, confused, but it didn’t seem like she’d offer an explanation. Instead, she merely pointed down the hallway, and Thrett followed her directions until he found himself in her bedroom.
He put her down on the bed, his naked body following after hers, and a shiver ran up his spine as he felt his hardness brushing against her drenched pussy. It took all he had not to ease himself in right away. As much as he needed to do it, he didn’t want to rush through things. He wanted to take his sweet time and savor each detail of what was happening, even if that was the hardest thing he would ever do.
Resting his forehead against hers, he looked into her eyes, losing himself in their sweetness. Right then, he wanted nothing more than to let that moment stretch into eternity. He wouldn’t mind being trapped there, in that last frontier in time before their bodies became one. It was the sweetest purgatory he’d ever known. Still, after purgatory lay heaven, and he couldn’t resist its allure.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he said, and the truth of it scared him. He didn’t even know it was possible to want someone as fiercely as he wanted her. Every cell of his body cried for her, every fiber of his being brimming with unrepentant desperation. “I wish I had the words to—”
“You don’t need words,” she cut him short and, as if to prove her point, crushed her mouth against his. Their kiss went from gentle to frenzied, and Thrett found himself gripping his cock by the base. He angled it down until the tip was pressed against her wetness and then held his breath as everything hung in the balance. Time slowed to a crawl around them, and then he exhaled.
One thrust and he was in.
She felt as tight as he remembered, except there was an added edge to their encounter this time. He didn’t exactly know what that edge represented, but he didn’t particularly care. Right then and there, the only thing he cared about was the way their bodies had become tangled.
With one hand resting on the nape of her neck, he started rocking his hips, his movements subtle and tender. That didn’t last long. Before he knew it, he was