My heart pounded in my ears, competing with the sound of rushing blood. It was impossible to drag in enough air to breathe, and I managed only a few embarrassing gasps as I lay on the floor trying to ignore the warm weight of his hand on my knee.
"Are you afraid I'll harm you?"
I shook my head as his voice poured over me. My heart beat even faster, the tempo so wild I feared it would simply wear itself out. If I died now, would he gather me in his arms and take me to the other side? The thought came from nowhere. As if this man had the power to carry me to heaven. Hell, more likely.
The look in his eyes spoke of things all women craved but very few had the guts to actually grab hold of when offered. Did I?
The hand on my knee slid down my thigh, pushing my dress with it. At the same time, he leaned over me, never once blinking. His silver eyes held me as captive as the possibilities of what might lay ahead for us. His face blurred as he came too close for me to focus. I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side but it only offered the exposed length of my neck to his mouth.
The first brush of his lips pulled my back off the floor and I arched high with a cry rolling off my tongue.
"You taste of everything you're feeling," he murmured, while licking at the wild pulse beneath my skin. One hand slid under my shoulders to lift me slightly and the other found the heat between my legs. "Let me touch you."
I hesitated until his mouth pressed against my collar bone. The gentle scrape of his teeth shattered my defenses and my legs parted to allow his questing fingers to play through the damp cotton of my panties. Like the expert I feared he was, he moved the fabric aside and made the flesh to flesh contact I'd craved far too long. As good as it felt, I needed more.
"Please," I begged in a shaky whisper.
He lifted his head from my neck and met my gaze. "Anything." That one word nearly had the power to coax an orgasm.
Swallowing the stifling desire in my throat, I moistened my lips and focused on the glorious form of his mouth. Everything I wanted to say, all the things I needed, refused to become words. My throat tightened and all I could manage was a frustrated groan.
His hair fell forward to brush my cheek as he leaned down to kiss the very edge of my mouth. "I think I know what you want." His oh so soft mouth kissed its way to the other side of mine. "Just give me permission to give it to you."
I nodded. With no hesitation, I took hold of his shoulders, balling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and nodded with humiliating enthusiasm. His low chuckle brought heat to my cheeks but instead of giving in to the need to bury my face in shame, I pulled his body down on top of mine and wiggled under the lovely weight of his muscles. He needed to be naked so I could finally know the feel of skin.
The shirt was easy to open and only slightly harder to push off his shoulders and down his arms. Rising to his knees between my legs, he brushed my efforts aside and bared himself to the waist. A fresh wave of aching lust hit me as I stared at the beauty of his torso. A tiny sound escaped me as I reached for the fastening of his pants. Again, he merely brushed me aside to do the honors himself.
He had to stand up to strip off the rest of his clothes, and I propped my weight on my elbows to watch. Yes I stared, and yes, perhaps it was rude to do so but how could I not? Fear twisted my gut at the sight of him. Did I worry that he'd hurt me? Physically, no. To be honest, I could not wait to feel the length of him sliding deep inside me. What I feared was the condition my heart would be in when it was all over...
to be continued...
L Rosario 4/11/07
"Are you afraid I'll harm you?"
I shook my head as his voice poured over me. My heart beat even faster, the tempo so wild I feared it would simply wear itself out. If I died now, would he gather me in his arms and take me to the other side? The thought came from nowhere. As if this man had the power to carry me to heaven. Hell, more likely.
The look in his eyes spoke of things all women craved but very few had the guts to actually grab hold of when offered. Did I?
The hand on my knee slid down my thigh, pushing my dress with it. At the same time, he leaned over me, never once blinking. His silver eyes held me as captive as the possibilities of what might lay ahead for us. His face blurred as he came too close for me to focus. I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side but it only offered the exposed length of my neck to his mouth.
The first brush of his lips pulled my back off the floor and I arched high with a cry rolling off my tongue.
"You taste of everything you're feeling," he murmured, while licking at the wild pulse beneath my skin. One hand slid under my shoulders to lift me slightly and the other found the heat between my legs. "Let me touch you."
I hesitated until his mouth pressed against my collar bone. The gentle scrape of his teeth shattered my defenses and my legs parted to allow his questing fingers to play through the damp cotton of my panties. Like the expert I feared he was, he moved the fabric aside and made the flesh to flesh contact I'd craved far too long. As good as it felt, I needed more.
"Please," I begged in a shaky whisper.
He lifted his head from my neck and met my gaze. "Anything." That one word nearly had the power to coax an orgasm.
Swallowing the stifling desire in my throat, I moistened my lips and focused on the glorious form of his mouth. Everything I wanted to say, all the things I needed, refused to become words. My throat tightened and all I could manage was a frustrated groan.
His hair fell forward to brush my cheek as he leaned down to kiss the very edge of my mouth. "I think I know what you want." His oh so soft mouth kissed its way to the other side of mine. "Just give me permission to give it to you."
I nodded. With no hesitation, I took hold of his shoulders, balling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and nodded with humiliating enthusiasm. His low chuckle brought heat to my cheeks but instead of giving in to the need to bury my face in shame, I pulled his body down on top of mine and wiggled under the lovely weight of his muscles. He needed to be naked so I could finally know the feel of skin.
The shirt was easy to open and only slightly harder to push off his shoulders and down his arms. Rising to his knees between my legs, he brushed my efforts aside and bared himself to the waist. A fresh wave of aching lust hit me as I stared at the beauty of his torso. A tiny sound escaped me as I reached for the fastening of his pants. Again, he merely brushed me aside to do the honors himself.
He had to stand up to strip off the rest of his clothes, and I propped my weight on my elbows to watch. Yes I stared, and yes, perhaps it was rude to do so but how could I not? Fear twisted my gut at the sight of him. Did I worry that he'd hurt me? Physically, no. To be honest, I could not wait to feel the length of him sliding deep inside me. What I feared was the condition my heart would be in when it was all over...
to be continued...
L Rosario 4/11/07
2 comments:
Damned tease!...to be continued indeed!
Vamp I'm going insane... so much to tell you and I can't get you via email or on the forum which is down nearly a day at a time...every day!
I'm trying to keep MSN on in case I can catch you that way.
I promise to continue it sooner rather than later...hang in there *hug*
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