Lance’s gaze zeroed in on them as though they had red lights built in. Seemingly entranced, he sat down next to her, his right hand reaching out to take possession of the closest peak between his thumb and forefinger. Angie’s eyes widened as he rolled the nipple left and right. Such an action might have been painful if she’d been naked, but the nipple’s satin covering softened the feeling to an exquisitely sharp sensation. When he squeezed gently, Angie betrayed her pleasure with a deeply sensual moan.
His right hand moved over to her other breast while his left took over with the already sensitised peak, and Angie sucked in a strangled breath at the doubled delight. When he slipped his thumbs under the bra to rub across her naked nipples her back arched away from the bed, her lips gasping apart.
He bent to cover those lips with his, sending his tongue between them, stunning her with his wildly urgent thrusting. Till then, he’d seemed so controlled, but now, suddenly, his own desire was off the leash.
Angie’s body leapt with an answering savagery of her own. Her hands reached up to clasp tightly around his neck, keeping his lips hard upon hers, keeping that devouring tongue deep within her mouth. She thrilled to his moan of raw response, to the way he roughly rid her of her bra while he kissed her, his hands wonderfully brutal on her bare breasts. She didn’t want him to be gentle with her. She wanted him wild!
When he finally tore his gasping mouth from hers, she groaned her disappointment. But she wasn’t disappointed for long. His lips swept down her throat to her aching breasts, where he punished the already aching tips with broad sweeps of his tongue, giving each nipple a brief but barbaric suckling before abandoning them to move further down her body.
His mouth traced a feverish though tantalising path as he peeled her panties down her legs, kissing and licking her skin as he went but deliberately avoiding that molten area between her thighs.
But, despite his teasing, Angie knew what was coming, memories of the night before in the car making her stomach tighten in anticipation, a fierce heat racing through her veins as she recalled how it had felt when his mouth had made love to her down there. She would never forget the delicious screaming of each nerve-ending as he’d sucked on her most sensitive spot. She wanted to experience that screaming again. She longed for the wildly tormenting tension, the electrifyingly sharp sensations, the utterly addictive torture.
Tossing her panties aside at long last, he began working his way back up her legs, but this time with his hands only. To begin with, Angie felt slightly disappointed—she wanted his mouth—but by the time he reached the soft flesh of her inner thighs her heart was beating like a threshing machine. With a merciless and devastating expertise, he explored the moist valley between her thighs, teasing and tormenting her till her legs fell wider and wider apart, wanting more... asking for more...aching for more. Her eyes grew heavy with desire, the lids fluttering half closed on a low moan.
When his touch finally probed at her virgin entrance, her buttocks instinctively clenched tightly together. They lifted slightly from the bed, pressing herself with wanton abandon against his fingertips, inviting a deeper penetration. He obliged and she accepted him avidly, without hesitation, without discomfort.
Where she’d resisted last night, clamping her muscles in rejection, now she flowered open, wallowing in the less painful and much less threatening penetration. In fact, she could not get enough. When his mouth unexpectedly joined in, his tongue homing in on the swollen apex of her desire, everything quickly spiralled out of control and over the edge. Spasm after spasm racked her body, making her cry out, making her head thrash from side to side on the pillow.
It was the most intense, most incredible experience she had ever lived through, but it was over much too quickly. Her eyes flew open on a groan of dismay when his mouth and hands immediately abandoned her, leaving her lying there, awash with a mixture of ambivalent feelings. As much as her orgasm had been glorious, it was not really what she’d wanted. She’d wanted him joined to her, deep inside her, climaxing with her.
When Lance went to stand up, she sat bolt-upright and clutched at his arm, the desire to be as one with him still incredibly strong. There was an emptiness within her body and her soul that only he could fill.