spell he felt growing between them, he turned her a little in his arms. His mouth descended to the base of her throat, his tongue licking her warm skin, feeling her pulse beat rapidly. Then he boldly slipped a hand up beneath her sweater, beneath her shirt and found the bare skin of her midriff.
She froze, and for an instant he thought he had blown it all. But then a soft moan issued from her, a quiver passed through her and her fingers dug even harder into his shoulders.
She whispered his name brokenly. “Don’t stop...”
Music to his ears, timed exactly to the throb of his entire body. The drumbeat of his blood nearly deafened him then, but those words, spoken in a broken whisper, resounded in his head. Don’t stop. He wasn’t even sure he could now and need hammered him ever harder.
He’d rolled up the damn sleeping bags, and even in his impassioned state he didn’t want to take her on a wood floor. Splinters, roughness...anything but good.
He had enough presence of mind to lift her. Then he settled on the armchair. There was just enough room for her to straddle him. He saw her eyes widen with surprise, then narrow again as she realized what was happening.
She smiled sleepily, delighting him. She thrilled him even more when she leaned in to kiss him. Whatever her wounds, she had clearly decided to get past them.
Acutely aware of the burden that placed on him, momentary nervousness filled him. She took care of that in short order by leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his neck. There was no doubt this woman knew what she wanted, and that pleased him hugely.
Nervousness vanished. As he returned her kiss, he grasped her rump in his large hands and pulled her closer until their hips connected. He almost groaned as she pressed against his staff and her moist heat reached him even through two layers of denim.
He slipped his hands upward now, sliding them under her sweater and shirt, running his palms over her satiny skin. Edging steadily upward he sought the clasp of her bra, wanting to free her to his touch more than he had wanted anything in a long time. Women were no mystery to him anymore, but this one was affecting him as if she were a brand-new one, like the very first one, filling him with need and fear, anticipation and apprehension all at once. He wasn’t sure she wouldn’t change her mind. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t disappoint her. Both kept him on exquisite tenterhooks of deepening hunger and inescapable uncertainty.
He found the clasp. She felt it and arched backward, almost as if offering herself to him. He quickly slipped his other hand beneath to join the first and when he released the hooks she gave a soft moan. His finger felt the bra pull open as it ceased to support. He didn’t hesitate now, but slipped his hands around until he cupped both her breasts.
She groaned. He closed his eyes in absolute delight as she filled his hands, as he felt the hard, big pebbles of her nipples pressing into his palms. He now had no doubt she was coming on this ride with him, as hungry as he.
The pounding in his body grew harder and more insistent. His staff had stiffened until he felt it would explode, good, so good.
Running his thumbs across her nipples, he reveled in the shivers that ran through her, in the way she almost jerked at his each touch. He squeezed and kneaded, and even pinched her lightly, trying to wring every drop of pleasure out of this for both of them.
But most especially her.
She pushed hard on his shoulders, holding herself up, making her breasts available to his caresses. As she pushed against his shoulders, she brought her center even closer to his groin, and began a slow, steady rocking against him. He could feel her thighs tighten around his with each movement.
This was incredible, he thought hazily. Had it ever happened so hot and hard for him before?
They were going to reach a peak before he even unbuttoned their jeans, and damned if he cared. He rose up to meet her, savoring the pressure and her immediate response.
Finesse vanished. They were riding a sudden storm and with each movement of their hips the deep ache grew, goading them closer to the precipice.
Then, as if shot out of a bow, they flew. He heard her quiet keen, she