He cupped her bare breasts in his warm hands, caressing the soft flesh, lightly rubbing his thumbs across the nipples. They hardened almost painfully at the contact, and the same needy ache she’d felt the first time he’d touched her sizzled through her again. He gently squeezed the flesh of those mounds, his palms bearing their weight. His touch was so exquisite she could barely stifle the tiny moan vibrating in her throat.
As they danced, he continued to stroke her breasts, rubbing them, and teasing her nipples. The fire he’d lit in the fireplace was nothing compared to the one he ignited deep inside her. He brushed tiny kisses over her forehead, down the side of her face, along the column of her neck. He moved his mouth everywhere, tasting the sensitive spot on her neck that made her nerves tingle, trailing kisses along the line of her jaw, dusting her eyelids. His swollen cock pressed against her like heated steel and desire surged through her, enveloping her in a scorching grip.
The touch of his hand as he skimmed her ribs and the flat of her tummy and slipped into the waistband of her pants liquefied her bones. His caresses were like magic, turning every part of her body into an erogenous zone. And when he cupped her buttocks, sliding his fingers into the warm cleft between the cheeks she caught her breath on a rush of need. Another moan escaped her. A sigh. The more he drew his fingers through that hot place, the more rapid her breathing grew. Every pulse point throbbed with hunger, every sensitive spot begged for his attention. She wanted his touch everywhere before she exploded with need.
When at last he moved the hand around to touch her between her legs, she gasped at the electric shock coursing through her.
“You’re wet.” His voice was almost guttural. “Slick. Very slick. And your sweet pussy lips are so swollen, Julia. I remember how they looked when we were together, the lamplight glowing on their deep pink color, your little clit so swollen and just peeping out.”
His words stimulated the nerves in the walls of her cunt, making the flesh quiver with need and anticipation. She clung to his arms, steadying herself against the erotic onslaught. When he probed her folds with one finger, her pussy clenched around him and she made a strangled sound in her throat.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned.
“But it’s so sweet, isn’t it? So hot and wet inside. You grip my finger the way you grip my cock. You like my fingers inside you.”
She could barely nod her head. Her bones were already turning liquid and her muscles threatened to give out on her.
Luke withdrew his hand and licked his fingers, eyes darkening. “Sweet,” he repeated. “The best taste there is. Yours is the best.”
Despite the trembling in her fingers, she managed to undo his buttons, her gaze locked with his as he continued to run the tip of his tongue over his fingers. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her sex. He laughed softly when she fumbled with the fabric of his shirt, yanked it out of his slacks, and tossed it aside. His breath hissed at the touch of her fingers on his chest. God, she loved the silky feel of the thick matte of hair and the hardness of the muscle beneath.
When she skimmed her fingers over his nipples, he wrapped his own fingers around hers and pressed them hard against his chest. She was thrilled she could arouse him so quickly and easily. Experimentally, she dragged her fingernails over the flat buds, then put her lips around one of them.
Luke grabbed her shoulders, his grip almost bruising in its possession.
“Careful.” His voice was hoarse with rising hunger. “I want to make this last for you, but I’ve been on the edge wanting you since you left here.”
Julia looked up at him. “But I love touching you. Feeling how you respond to me.”
“We’ll have plenty of time for me. This is for you.” Gently he moved her hands to her sides. They’d stopped dancing and stood still, the firelight warming them, the music weaving a soft cocoon of sound around them.
Sliding the soft fleece of the pants past her hips and thighs, he knelt to help her step out of them as he’d done in the hotel room.
* * * *
Jesus!
His dick was rock hard, vibrating with the blood flowing through its veins and begging for the soft feel of Julia’s hands, mouth, and incredible pussy. He skimmed his hands over her velvet-soft skin, gritting his teeth to hang on to his rapidly fraying control. More women than he liked to think about had passed through his life—probably far too many—but none had ever affected him like Julia Patterson. With her, everything was new and fresh. He felt like a different person. It was just as he’d told her before. This wasn’t sex. This was making love.
He wanted to take her every way possible. Plunge into every opening of her body and fuck her until she didn’t even know her own name, taste every inch of her body until it gave up its secrets. He wanted things with her he’d never wanted with anyone else.
He pressed his face against her soft pubic curls and inhaled her scent, the tang of it flowing through his system. Prying open the lips of her cunt, he exposed her clit and pulled it into his mouth. Julia balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders. When he grazed her tender knot with his teeth, her body shook and delicious sounds of pleasure exploded from her lips.
He licked in earnest, pulling her labia back further to expose the slick pink flesh of her slit. He feasted on it, lapping and sucking, using his thumb to keep her clit in a constant state of arousal. Her entire body was trembling now as he ran his tongue
