Part 27 (1/2)
”Oh.” It was a breathy sound. ”Go on.”
He lightly caressed her back under the water. ”In my dream, you were here with me, in the water, before the falls, just as you are.”
”I see...”
”And I held you just like this, tightly against me, letting you feel how hard you make me.”
”What...else?”
”Then I kissed you, like this.” He brushed his mouth against her lips, then deepened his kiss. Even though his voice had been soft, his heart pounded. Every fiber of his being clamored for her, for a connection he'd never desired with any other woman. Moving his hand to the back of her head, he kissed her with unbridled hunger, wanting to obliterate everything he was feeling except raw l.u.s.t.
By the time he lifted his head, they were both breathing hard.
She licked her lips. ”What happened next?”
”I'll show you.”
He took her hand and led her to a wall of smooth rock, near the waterfalls. What he wanted to do with her had been a long-held fantasy of his. One of many he intended to act out, hoping the hold she had on him would lessen with each one.
He pulled her into an inlet secluded by the large rocks.
Touching the sun-warmed stone, he made certain it wasn't too hot for her back, and then gently pressed her against it.
”Are you comfortable?”
”Yes. Now what happens in your dream?”
He pulled off her wet chemise and tossed it to the side. ”I look at you.”
Taking a step back, he let his gaze move over her. The water here reached her mid-thigh. He watched in fascination as the splatters of sunlight, reflecting on the gla.s.sy water surface, danced on her skin.
”My dream does not do justice to how truly incredible you look in the flesh.”
Her blush reached to her sweet b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
”Then what happens?”
He stepped forward and leaned his palms against the warm stone near her shoulders. ”Then I confess to you how much I have wanted to taste you.” She stared at him intently, adorably trying to decipher the full meaning behind his words.
”I ask you, 'Angelica, will you let me taste your pretty s.e.x? Will you let me suck that perfect little c.l.i.t and make you come with my mouth?'”
Her lips parted. Over the sound of the waterfall, he heard her soft gasp.
”Men...do that to women?” she asked, full of delightful astonishment.
Dieu, she was precious. He found himself thankful to whatever heavenly forces had allowed him to cross her path, allowed him this experience with her.
”Lovers do 'that' to each other.” He knelt before her, the water rippling just above his waist. Placing his hands on her hips, he looked up at her. ”What say you? I have been dying to taste you for so long.”
Her eyes scanned about.
”No one will interrupt us,” he reminded her. On the way to their picnic spot, she'd seen the man he'd ordered to remain on the main path to the waterfalls to keep others away.
”I promise, you'll enjoy every moment.” He grazed his hands up her thighs. ”What is your answer, cherie? Will you let me taste you?”
He desperately wanted to be the first man to pleasure her this way. This he could do. It was something he actually had to offer.
Her cheeks were flushed. Her nipples were erect, like two ripe berries begging to be sucked. She bit her lip, then finally gave him a shaky nod. A wave of joy crested over him.
It took him a moment before he could say, ”Place your foot here.” His voice was husky with desire as he helped her balance her foot up on a rock beside him.
Her fingers dug into the stone. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. And her pink s.e.x was wet. She was as excited as she was anxious over the unknown experience.
He placed his hands back on her hips. With care, he ran his thumbs over her silky, slick folds, opening her further. She stiffened.
”Just relax.”
She nodded, yet she looked anything but.
He kissed a warm path along her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to that private place he ached to taste. Then he lowered his mouth onto her. She lurched and cried out at the first stroke of his tongue.
He stopped immediately. She was all but panting. ”Are you all right?”
She nodded.
”Do you wish me to stop?”
She shook her head.
”Then you must be still. You don't want to injure your back against the rocks.”
She nodded. ”Please...continue.”
He managed to contain his smile. She was delightfully sweet during carnal play, and he wanted nothing more than to cherish every inch of the delicate pink flesh exposed to him.
He tightened his grip on her hips, antic.i.p.ating another sudden movement, then stroked his tongue tenderly along her inner lips. She jerked only slightly. He glided his tongue inside her slit, enjoying her soft whimper. He relished the taste of her warmth, her wetness. Her. The rest of the world and its problems disappeared. Nothing existed but this moment and this woman. And he savored both. Taking his time, using his tongue, he gave her a most intimate, erotic kiss-a kiss he wanted her never to forget.
He made his way to her sweet c.l.i.t, so sensitive and engorged with need, and swirled his tongue around it, teasing her, building her antic.i.p.ation, until finally he drew it into his mouth. Her sultry moan filled his ears. Steadily, he suckled her, settling into a rhythm that drove her wild. He continued until he had her straining hard against him, until she screamed without reservation as a shattering o.r.g.a.s.m shook her. Still he persisted, gently tasting her, waiting for her to finally quiet before reluctantly lifting his mouth.
She collapsed to her knees. Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her face in his neck, her breathing warm and quick. He held her tightly, her luscious taste still on his tongue.
She looked up into his eyes, her cheeks flushed. ”I want to taste you.”
His c.o.c.k jerked hungrily at her provocative words, but he shook his head. ”After having you come against my mouth, I'm so hard I've got to have you right now.” Not to mention that given the insanity inside him, he was afraid he would begin reciting love sonnets within moments of having her delectable mouth on him.
He stood.