The Siren and the Deep Blue Sea - Kerrelyn Sparks Page 0,84
eyes twinkled with mischief.
She sat up. “You are knowledgeable in this sort of thing, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “Somewhat. Though I’m terribly out of practice.”
“Why?”
He gave her a wry look. “First, I’m only human two hours a day. Secondly, most women do not find my situation appealing. Thirdly, and most importantly, I’ve been waiting the last four years because I wanted you.”
So he’d been faithful to her? “Oh, Brody.” She leaned toward him and gasped when her bare breasts brushed against his chest. “Quickly now, tell me what to do.”
“Kiss me.”
She pressed her lips against his. “Now what?”
He frowned at her. “I meant a real kiss. A long one that makes us—”
“We’re short on time. We need to move on to the next step.”
“You said you would follow my orders.”
“If they make sense—” Her breath caught when he suddenly pushed her onto her back and planted his mouth against hers.
His lips melded against hers as he kissed her slowly and thoroughly. Her thoughts scattered and all her determination to rush through the ordeal melted away. This was far too pleasurable to do in a hurry. Her hands delved into his hair to pull him closer, and when his tongue entered her mouth, she welcomed it with a stroke of her own tongue. A warm, languid feeling slid down her body, and soon, she was rubbing her legs against his.
He broke the kiss and whispered, “Does it make sense now?”
“Yes.” She pulled his head down for another kiss. His taste, his scent, the feel of his body against hers, they were all so pleasurable. Intoxicating. Brody. She tangled her tongue with his. How long had she waited for this moment?
The insistent pressure of his manhood no longer frightened her. Quite the opposite. Now she welcomed it as a sign of his passion. She wanted it. She wanted it so badly that her own groin started to ache for him.
“Brody.” She trailed kisses across his handsome face. “What do we do next?”
“This.” He cupped her breast, then dragged a thumb across her nipple.
She hissed in a breath. “Th-that’s very nice, but do we have time for—” She halted when he dipped his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Oh, dear goddesses, this was heaven. “I suppose a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.” The aching emptiness between her legs flared with heat.
After a final tease with his tongue, he glanced up at her. “Did that make sense?”
“Well . . . only if you do both.”
He nodded. “Very sensible.” He latched onto her other nipple while he teased the first one with his fingers.
As the needy feeling grew, she squeezed her thighs together, relishing the sharp friction, the insistent feeling that she was spiraling toward something tremendous. “Brody, what . . . what’s next?”
“This.” He smoothed his fingers lightly down her torso, and her skin prickled with gooseflesh.
“Yes—” Her breath caught when he rested his hand on the black curls guarding her womanhood.
“Open your legs,” he whispered. “Let me touch you.”
She blinked. “Is that done?”
His blue eyes glimmered with heat. “Yes. But only by me.”
Slowly, she opened her legs. She gasped at the touch of his fingers caressing her most intimate flesh. The shock quickly faded as the most glorious pleasure made her melt. “Oh. Oh, Brody.”
“You’re so beautifully wet.” He sat up and tilted his head so he could look at her. “So pretty and swollen.”
She slammed her thighs together, pinning his hand between them. “Why are you looking at me?”
His mouth curled up. “Because I want to.”
“Is that done?”
“Yes, but only by me.”
“Oh.” She relaxed her thighs. Now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense for him to see her. After all, she could see him. His manhood was thick and stiff with black curls at its base. Since he was touching her, shouldn’t she be allowed to touch him?
She reached toward him, then jolted when he inserted a finger inside her. Oh, dear goddesses. Whatever he was doing was glorious. Just when she thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, his thumb brushed over a special place. She saw stars for a second, then moaned when he rubbed against her briskly.
“Oh.” She shook her head. This was far too pleasurable. How could she endure this?
“You’re so wet, I want to taste you.” He moved between her legs, and grasping her by the hips, he lowered his head.