"Spence?" She wanted to be bold and reach for him, but the secretive smile flitting across his mouth told her to be patient. She was-but just barely.
When he'd cast his shirt aside, her mouth watered as she gazed at the golden smoothness of his chest. Taking a step forward, she reached out, ran her finger along the hard lines and down the planes of his stomach.
"Oh, Sage," he groaned, making her feel bold, making her want to move her fingers even farther downward. He grabbed her hand and drew it up to his shoulder, then wrapped his arm around her back.
He kissed her now, this time with so much more heat, possessing her, leading her to what was coming. His hands splayed across her back, moved down and gripped her behind to pull her against him, press her against his pulsing arousal. She groaned into his mouth, opening even more for him, feeling completely devoured.
She felt his hands at her shoulders, felt him removing her dress, but she could barely register the material falling away as he pulled back just enough to let it drift down her body. When he saw the sexy lingerie she'd almost chickened out on wearing, the pure lust in his eyes made her glad she'd bought it.
Then his mouth was teasing the sensitive skin of her shoulder, skimming over the swells of her breasts, while his hands found her nearly naked behind. He paused and brought his head back up to hers, his eyes smoky with passion, his mouth moist from their kisses.
"You are . . . all my fantasies come to life," he told her, his hot breath rushing over her neck as he leaned forward, his mouth running along her collarbone.
She couldn't speak, couldn't respond no matter how much she wanted to.
Spence took his time, running his hands all over her, tracing the edges of the undergarments she was wearing. She loved his obvious lust, loved that the lingerie spurred it on, but now she wanted the frivolous lace gone. She didn't want any barriers between the two of them. She wanted his hands and mouth all over her, her skin pressing against his.
Shivering, she arched into him, pushed against his arousal, pressed her breasts against his chest, tried to find relief for the aching that was consuming her. His hand came up and cupped one of her breasts, his palm rubbing against the aching peak before both hands moved to her back and he began undoing the tiny clips in the back of her corset. She held her breath as he moved inch by excruciating inch until the garment finally came undone and then only their bodies held it in place.
He moved back just a bit and the material fell away. She thrust her naked breasts against his chest, her nipples aching even more for the touch of his hands, his mouth. He didn't make her wait long. He bent down and captured one peak, sucking it deep into his mouth, making her cry out in pleasure. He moved to the other, licking it before blowing on the area, making her twist her back so she could get closer.
When he suddenly kneeled down in front of her and caressed her stomach with his tongue, her legs trembled, and she didn't know how much longer she'd manage to stay standing before him. This was too much, all too much. So many feelings were rushing through her body. How could she survive the night?
His hands skimmed up her legs, starting at her ankles and moving upward until he reached the clips of the delicate straps on her garter belt and he began undoing them, one at a time. When his hand caressed the sensitive skin at the inside of her thigh, she cried out again, her core moist and eager for his touch.
With the garter straps unattached, he began slowly peeling off her stockings, everywhere he touched feeling like fire on her skin. When he next removed the lacy belt, and then pulled her panties off with his teeth, her entire body shook.
Standing before him completely nude, her body was a playground of pleasure for both of them. When he stood back and looked over her as he undid the button on his trousers, she found her heart thudding rapidly.
Oh yes, she wanted to see what had been pressing so pleasingly against her. When he revealed himself in the low light, her mouth formed a wide circle. "Oh my," she gasped. Yes, she was hot; yes, she was turned on, but slight fear filled her, too, because she remembered how badly it had hurt when he'd thrust inside her in the hot tub. Would it still hurt? Or would this time be nothing but pleasure?
Then she didn't have time to think, because he laid her down and then he was on the bed with her, his body covering her, his mouth capturing hers. There was a new urgency in him and his movements were more forceful.
Her fear evaporated, replaced by consuming desire to be taken by this man. She wanted more. When she was desperate for him to thrust inside her, he pulled back, his mouth growing gentler, his hands slowing down. No! That's not what she wanted. She wanted passion, heat, hunger, fire.
His lips moved to her neck and sucked on her flesh, and he nipped her with his teeth. His hands caressed her, up and down her body, molding her, shaping her, preparing her. Spence worshipped her breasts, then her stomach, then the sensitive flesh below her navel.
He tasted every inch of her, and had her begging him for more. She forgot her fear. He wasn't giving her time to be afraid. He was only giving her time to beg-to beg for more and more and more.
She moved her hands into his hair, guiding his head, leading him across her body, feeling the softness slip through her fingers, and then, as he moved his mouth upward along her body again, she ran her fingers down his back, over the solid muscle that flexed as he moved, as he returned his attention to her mouth.
He shifted his body to the side, ran his fingers between her breasts and lower, until he was at the juncture of her thighs. She opened for him without hesitation, opened and urged him to touch her there. He didn't keep her waiting, but slid his fingers inside her, plunged into her wet heat, making her scream as her body built to a level of pleasure she'd only dreamed about.
She arched into him, instinct taking over as she sought what only he could give her. "Yes, Spence, please," she begged him, the pressure almost unbearable.
Pure sensation overtook her. She was a giant stream of lava, her body melting as she peaked, as fire consumed her and she let go, her body flying. She knew there was no coming back from this. Before she could even think of recovering, Spence was above her, the weight from his body a welcome anchor to this world, his legs spreading hers even wider apart.
"Are you ready for me?" He asked the question through clenched teeth as he tried to slow himself, tried to ensure he didn't hurt her. It only made her love this man more.
"Oh yes, more than ready, Spence." The quivering flesh of her core was more sensitive than ever, and finally she felt him pressing into her, filling her, completing her. She groaned as his lips took hers again.
"Oh my, Sage. You are so hot-so tight," he groaned as he pulled back, making her whimper until he thrust forward again. No pain this time, nothing but unalloyed pleasure as he got into a sublime rhythm, moving in and out of her, building her higher and higher again.
One hand gripped her hair, holding her in place, while his mouth devoured hers. The other grabbed her hands and trapped them above her head, holding her captive.
"Open your eyes," he commanded.
Though it felt like weights were holding them down, she cracked them open, looked into his passion-filled eyes while he continued his erotic dance. Time stopped. She'd gotten her wish. This moment was forever frozen in time, and she would never have to leave it.
"Let go, Sage," he said, and she did. She flew over the cliff-this time with him, and it was even better than before. It was better than she'd ever imagined it could be.
Silence reigned for several moments. He withdrew from her, making her groan her disapproval, but he didn't go far. He simply turned onto his side, pulling her into his arms as he kissed the tops of her breasts, her shoulder, her neck.
"You're amazing, Sage."
"I could do that forever," she said with a sigh, making him chuckle.
"I may need a few minutes to recover before we try again. And again. All night long."
"Ah, but I want more now." In her newly found passion for this man, she felt bold and strong.
"Woman, we will never leave this suite," he told her. He captured her nipple and sucked, making her writhe against him.
"That's a promise I'll hold you to," she said, and pushed his head closer against her breast. And then she urged him upward. His mouth returned to hers and her body caught fire once again as he began caressing her in all the right places.
Sage was forever lost in Spence's arms, and for now, at least, she never wanted to be found again.
Spence woke Sage up by stroking the flat planes of her stomach. "I know I promised never to leave the suite, but I do have a full day of fun planned," he told her.