Only for You (One Night of Passion 3) - Page 9

He pressed his mouth to her neck and smooth shoulder, intent on ravishing her. Over her shoulder, he saw a reflection of her from behind, his hands on the back of her waist, his mouth moving hungrily on her elegant neck, strands of his dark hair spilling on her shoulder. Relishing the anticipation, he slowly peeled the shorts over her bottom and partially down her thighs. The vision of her pale, taut ass in the reflection sent a sharp spike of sexual anticipation through him.

“Seth?” Her shaky query made him straighten and look into her face. “Kiss me. Please.”

“Part your lips,” he demanded, lust beginning to cut at him relentlessly.

He watched her with a feral stare as she opened her mouth. He cupped her buttocks and pressed her tight against him. His cock lurched viciously at the sensation.

“Jesus, you’re sweet,” he grated out, massaging her ass. He plucked at her plump lower lip hungrily and groaned. “You should be punished for having a mouth like this,” he told her, smiling slightly as he nibbled at her. “You’ve been making me crazy with it all night.”

“I have?” she asked, her breath falling across his lips. “I was wondering if you were affected at all.” She bit at his lower lip, and he groaned roughly.

“I haven’t been affected like this for a long, long time,” he assured her, grinding his erection against her as blatant evidence. She moaned. Surrendering to the inevitable, he slid his tongue into her mouth, savoring and claiming at once.

God, it was good. He’d known she would be delicious, and she’d surpassed his expectations. He dipped into her wet heat with a firm, suggestive rhythm, coaxing her to join him. He sucked, calling another moan from her throat. Still gripping her ass in his hands, he moved her against him in a mind-blowing rhythm. She joined him in the subtle sexual dance, gyrating her hips against his erection and tangling her tongue with his.

He was going to eat her alive. Her singular taste was doing strange things to him. He reluctantly released her ass. Framing her jaw with his hands, he molded her mouth to his, sucking and piercing and stroking, his lust sharp and exposed.

“This is going to be so good,” he grated out at the same time he gripped her braid and pulled. She arched her neck back willingly. He pressed his mouth to her throat, the tiny whimpers vibrating against his lips maddening him. His mouth closed over her fluttering pulse as he took her breasts in his hands again. She jerked her hands on his shoulders as if she’d just remembered she had them. Frantically, she began pushing at his vest, her fingers burrowing beneath the crew neck of his T-shirt. Her obvious desire made him see red for a moment.

He leaned up and gathered both her wrists, lifting her hands off him. It was hard enough to keep his head without her hands stroking and rubbing his skin and her nails scratching his nerves into a frenzy. He held her stare as he pushed her hands to her middle back.

“Stay still now while I touch you,” he said. “Keep your hands here.”

He waited for a moment, studying her reaction to his demand closely. She watched him with huge eyes, her lips and cheeks flushed, her high, firm, pink-tipped breasts rising and falling as she panted shallowly. Slowly, he released her. A small smile of approval shaped his mouth when she kept her wrists at the middle of her back. Even though her eyes were wary, her mouth flickered with returned warmth.

“That’s right, I only want to make you feel good,” he assured her gruffly next to her lips as their breath mingled and he ran his hands along her sides, stroking her with his fingertips. She quaked. He ground his teeth together. Her excitement was like a stimulant in his blood. His brain pounded with it.

Unable to resist, he cupped her ass again, holding her stare, his cock pulsing as he shaped her flesh to his palms. His mouth curled into a snarl. She bit off a whimper. He forced the shorts down her legs. When they fell to her ankles, she stepped out of them. He held her steady with his hands at her hips and ass, plucking and nipping at her lush lips. He dipped his tongue between them, still watching her. She moaned feverishly.

“Are you getting wet?” he asked, between biting at her sweet lips.

“Yes,” she whispered hotly, craning forward slightly to catch his mouth. “Let me touch you.”

“Tonight we’ll focus on you,” he rasped, sinking his tongue into the warm, velvety depths of her mouth again. “I could spend a lifetime focusing on you.”

His hands settled on her hips, and he looked down at her, eating up the vision of her pale, smooth skin, slender waist and curving hips. Her legs were long, the muscles toned. His nostrils flared as he stared at the light-brown trimmed thatch of hair between shapely thighs. He tightened his hold on her and brought her against him. She ground her hips against his cock, gyrating subtly, stroking him through his clothing. He lightly swatted a plump ass cheek, watching her reaction. She blinked in surprise. She wasn’t used to being spanked. Vivid color bloomed in her cheeks.

But she liked it, he thought with savage triumph.

He lifted his head, still watching her, and slid his hand down the crack of her ass and between her thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he said tensely. She responded wordlessly.

He growled low in his throat as his seeking fingers were coated in warm honey. He pierced her with his finger. She whimpered.

“You weren’t acting. You’re warm and wet, and so tight,” he said through a clenched jaw as he stroked her.

“Oh God,” she said shakily, a wild, hel

pless expression on her face. “I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“Because you wanted to take a risk,” he said, biting gently at her bee-stung lower lip. He touched the side of her breast with his free hand and found a hard nipple, pinching at it as he continued to plunge his finger into her drenched, snug sheath. “And because we wanted each other. Period.” He kissed her again, hard and deep. She moaned into his mouth, the vibrations thrilling his nerves. She flexed her hips against his cock, grinding herself against him, and made a wild sound of frustration. For a second, his vision darkened.

When his haze of lust cleared, he was holding her in his hands just above her waist, his arm muscles rigid, and the tip of her breast was in his mouth. His tongue lashed at a puckering nipple, and miraculously, she tightened more for him. She squirmed against him, thrashing his nerves, gasping his name in quiet desperation. Her fingers dug into his hair and scratched his scalp, making him growl against her firm, soft flesh. Her nipple popped out from between his lips, the vision of the glistening, dark pink flesh only adding to his madness. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

Instead, he pulled her an inch higher against his body and transferred his attention to her other breast. As much as his cock hurt, he couldn’t resist the allure of tasting as much of her as he could.

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