The sensations were delicious, maybe too much, but before she could process and categorize them, he placed a warm palm on her stomach and gave her other breast the same treatment. Somehow, that hand on her belly grounded her, and when he removed it and straightened, she felt cold.
Pushing up on her elbows, she tracked his movement much like a bird keeping stock of a stalking cat. Unlike her, he hadn’t dressed up for their unorthodoxed wedding. He was still wearing the same leather jacket, T-shirt, and pants from the morning.
He gripped the hem of the T-shirt and lifted it over his head, exposing the chiseled chest and abs she’d glimpsed in his childhood house. His tanned skin looked bronze in the candlelight, the grooves that defined his muscles running deep. His shoes hit the floor with a thud as he toed them off. His socks followed. The buckle of his belt made a clinking sound when he unfastened it. The scratch of the zipper was louder in her ears than the crackling of the fires heating the room. Her gaze followed the path of the V cutting to his groin as he pushed his pants and underwear over his hips. She couldn’t help but stare. He was a stunning male specimen, his cock thick and proud.
Locking his fingers around her ankle, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her heart thumped between her ribs as he unzipped her boots and dropped them to the floor. She watched him with growing wariness as he gripped her around the waist and lifted her to the center of the mattress. Instead of pouncing on her like she expected, he knelt over her and pulled her into a sitting position, encircling her wrists while brushing his thumbs over the veins that pulsed there before placing her palms on his chest. She’d come this far. Too far. They weren’t going to stop now. Touching him wasn’t going to change anything.
Memories from the graveyard rushed back into her mind. She’d touched him then, but only under his T-shirt. Now he was naked, a sculpture exposed for her senses. She could touch and taste him at will, and inhale the manly smell of his skin. He seemed to encourage it, waiting quietly for her exploration.
She started tentatively, running her palms over his shoulders and down his chest. At the intake of his breath, she turned more adventurous. When she traced the hard disks of his nipples with a fingertip, his eyes darkened. He liked that. He shuddered when she brushed her hands over his stomach. He liked that even more. Her prize was the hiss that escaped through his teeth when she wrapped her fingers around his cock. That, he liked the best. So did she. His skin was warm and soft, the hardness of his flesh a surprising contrast. Wanting more of those sounds that came from his lips, she stroked gently, but he locked his fingers around hers to still her movement.
“Enough,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“More,” she challenged.
He chuckled. “So brave.”
She squeezed. “Are you?”
He sucked air through his lips, a grimace warring with a smile. “If I give you more, I won’t last.”
“If I can’t touch you like this, then what do we do?”
Amusement sparked in his eyes. “You’re a tease, Ms. de Arradon, but I see through you. You’re all bark and no bite.” He pushed her down onto her back. “Now we do this.”
Lowering his head, he kissed her neck and shoulder. Her skin tingled where his lips touched her. It was sweet and pleasant, and too light. She needed more, but he wasn’t to be rushed. He planted butterfly kisses on her breasts and stomach, making her skin contract. Then, without warning, he cupped a hand between her thighs. A bolt of arousal, bold and consuming, replaced the lingering tingles under her skin. Heat detonated in her core and blazed through her body. Her breath quickened, her body demanding more, but he didn’t touch her like earlier in the woods. He just kept his hand there, infuriatingly still, while a sudden and overwhelming need rushed through her body. Her demise came embarrassingly fast, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All that mattered was stilling the ache. Lifting her hips, she sought the friction she needed.
“So greedy.” His lips tilted. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait.”
He spread her legs with his hands on her knees and buried his face between them. Her body arched off the bed when he dragged his tongue through her folds.
“I knew you’d taste this good,” he said, humming more approval.
Instinctively, she tried to close her legs when the sensation became too intense, but he only spread them wider. He teased her clit with his tongue and held her eyes as he bit down softly. Her breaths came in spurts. Sparks detonated under her skin. With hunger blazing in his eyes, he licked and nipped until she felt pins and needles on the soles of her feet.
“Joss,” she exclaimed. “Please.”
Pulling away to look at her, he said in a husky voice, “This, my little witch, is worth remembering. I won’t forget this image until my dying day.”
He draped one leg over his shoulder, opening her wider, and speared his tongue through her folds. Without thinking, she threaded her fingers through his hair. The need was unbearable. Spreading her folds between two fingers, he kissed her clit while slipping a finger inside.
Her muscles clenched around the intrusion. He was right. It was more intense than earlier. He pulled out and pushed back in, all the while sucking the bundle of nerves where the pleasure coiled tighter. It climbed higher, making her incoherent with desire. The sounds tumbling from her lips belonged to someone else. The need built until she couldn’t take it any longer. Then, without warning, it snapped.
The release made
