Mischief and Mistletoe - Stacy Reid Page 0,24
his mouth closed over her nipple. It was as if lightning struck her low in her belly.
The sensations were hot and overwhelming. His hand seared a path over her quivering stomach down to her thighs. Then he was there, right where she ached the most. He rubbed her, and she almost fainted. She gripped his shoulders, her nails pressing deep into the muscles there as she held on for dear life. His fingers began a lust-arousing exploration of her soft, wet flesh. Callie gasped, and she trembled at that diabolical caress.
She had never imagined nothing this wonderful existed. A long finger slipped deep inside her feminine channel. A soft moan turned into a sob of raw need. It never occurred to restrain her responses or pretend demureness. Everything was too much for any form of modest indifference to his wicked lovemaking to rear its head.
She lay panting, chest heaving, desperate to process all the pleasures wreaking havoc through her body. He shifted slightly, bracing himself on one elbow so he could look at where he buried his index in her sex. Then he slipped another finger into the tightness of her body.
“Open for me, my sweet,” he murmured with a mellow baritone.
She fisted the sheets and parted her legs more. His grunt of satisfaction said that was exactly what he needed. And somehow, his fingers burrowed even deeper, for she now felt a pinch of pain mingling with the awful pleasure.
Oh! It felt so naughty that he watched as he worked his digits inside her sex, witnessed the shaking of her thighs, and those instinctive rises of her hips. Irresistibly her gaze fell below his bent head…watching too as his fingers thrust and withdrew, building a fever of need right where he touched.
Another little sob came from her throat, and she gripped the sheets tighter.
“Graham,” she gasped as his thumb glided over her nub of pleasure. The friction had her arching her hips more into his questing caress.
“Ah…that is it,” he praised. “How wet you are getting for me, my Callisto.”
She blushed at the sensual praise and the wanton way her legs had parted even wider.
“I am about to do something…alarming,” he murmured, lifting his head to meet her stare. “I am not a small man, and I need to join with you here.”
Apprehension reared its head as the memory of the thick stalk which had jutted from him. She wetted her lips. It had been far thicker than his fingers.
“How alarming?” she husked.
“I am going to kiss you…here,” he said, rubbing along her nubbin and folds. “You’ll get so wet for me, my sweet, so wet.” He closed his eyes on a harsh groan, and she surmised that her wetness was an agreeable thing.
“Yes,” she cried, needing the pleasure he promised.
He shifted lower and settled between her splayed thighs. The quick, heated lick across her folds ripped a wild cry from Callie as she processed the shock of terrible pleasure. He repeated his wicked, wicked caress. Her upper body came off the bed, only to have his hand flatten against her stomach, pressing her back as his lips covered her wet sex. He performed his devilish kiss several times until her body tensed, drawn tight as the pleasure built inside her until it broke, heat cascading through her.
Yet he did not stop. Tremors of ecstasy coursed through her body, and she bit into her lip to stop the cries wanting to erupt from her. He licked her deep, and Callie cried out and gripped his hair with strength. Everything seemed as if it was spiraling out of control. His tongue flicked, and then his teeth scraped against her nub of pleasure. He rose above her, spreading her thighs in one powerful motion. A blunt but promising pressure notched at her slick entrance.
“You’re so beautiful and responsive,” he murmured, his blue eyes glittering with emotions she could not decipher.
“I can’t help it,” she whispered in a half groan, needing him to fill her.
With a powerful surge, he entered her, and Callie cried out, gripping his shoulders. The pain was shocking, and she stiffened beneath him. A sob escaped her, and he pressed a soothing kiss atop her forehead.
“It will soon pass,” he promised, pressing a quick heated kiss on her mouth, distracting her from the awful pressure which had invaded her channel. She wanted to get his promise to never move, but soon her frantic thoughts were buried under the delight of his kisses.
Their mouths separated, and holding her gaze,