Words of Love - By Hazel Hunter Page 0,41

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“Your hands are so nice,” she whispered, with a little smile, her eyes still closed.

He didn’t say anything, just kept smoothing the white cream over the pink skin, gradually working it in, closer to the hem of her panties. She might just fall asleep, he thought. She was obviously exhausted.

“That feels so good,” she whispered and then her hips jerked ever so slightly against his hand.

He stared down at it as new energy surged through him. As his fingers smoothly rubbed the cream under the hem, her hips rose up in response. He swung his gaze to her face. The same dreamy smile played on her lips and her eyes were still closed.

Though he left his hand in place, he sat closer to her and placed his other hand next to her shoulder. The plump mounds of her breasts rose and fell with her deepening breaths. They swelled within the confines of her pink and white bra, smooth and creamy flesh that drew him steadily downward. Softly, as though he didn’t want to wake her, he kissed one.

“That feels good too,” she breathed, barely audible, and still her eyes were closed.

He tossed the tube of cream to the floor and leaned further over her, as he kissed the other breast, using his tongue to gently lap at her. Before he was even done, her hips slowly began to pivot the other way, as her back lifted. He quickly reached behind her and undid the bra. Then, as he slid the panties off her, she raised her hips to help.

Her lithe and ravishing body lay waiting for him. His arousal flared at the sight of her delicate mound, her bared breasts, and the pale pink buds at their centers. Though her eyes were closed, her hips slowly squirmed, as if they felt his gaze. He wanted to tell her yet again how beautiful she was but the words seemed impossibly inadequate. Suddenly, though, the perfect thing came to mind.

Quickly, he stood and stripped his clothes and in moments, he was seated back next to her. As he leaned down, his hand smoothly sought out her mound and he put his mouth next to her ear.

“String garlands around your shapely throat,” he whispered–the words she’d read at the Caracol. “Glorious you will be seen.”

“What?” she murmured and her hips stopped moving.

“For none is more beautiful here,” he said, and then he kissed her neck.

“What?” she said more clearly.

He felt her fingers digging into his hair and, as he pulled back from her, he realized her eyes were wide open staring hard into his.

“I love you, beautiful lady,” he breathed into her parted lips and then he kissed her.

• • • • •

Jesse had recognized it immediately–the love poem from the Caracol. But impossibly and incredibly erotically, it was falling from Brett’s lips and then into her mouth. The pulsing red glyphs of the poem swirled behind her closed eyes as she dragged in air through her nose and opened her mouth to his deepening kiss.

Was this real?

Was he real?

Suddenly, his lips released hers.

“No,” she gasped, as her eyes fluttered open.

But suddenly his lips were on her throat.

“You will appear like the smoking star,” he murmured against her skin.

The words reverberated through her, vibrating and echoing, as her heart began to thrum in time with them. Brett’s mouth devoured her, his hot tongue savagely lapping at her skin, sliding down the front of her throat as she tipped her head back, pressing it into the mattress. He traced a burning line down between her collar bones, alternately kissing and licking, as she gasped.

She felt him move directly over her as his chest skimmed tantalizingly across her breasts, but his hips settled low between her knees. As his warm breath washed over her breasts, he quickly pressed his wet lips to the tender skin between them.

“You will be loved even as existence,” he murmured, and then suddenly he captured her nipple.

“Oh god,” Jesse whimpered.

The sensitized flesh tingled inside his mouth even as his words seared into her and his lips clamped down. Her back arched violently and her hands clutched at his muscled back but he seemed not to notice as he gnawed hungrily into her. His lips squeezed her. His tongue lashed her. And his mouth sucked furiously. She felt her nipple tighten, shivering erect, as he stroked it to ecstasy. It throbbed within the moist confines of his mouth and as his tongue slowly began to circle it, her hips swiveled in