“Don’t tease Lydia, I need your touch.” Heat and strength were wrapped in soft suede. She opened her hand so her palm could press against all of that glorious flesh. She needed more, in a heartbeat, she found herself doing exactly what he said so long ago, sliding her naked flesh against his.
He groaned; she sighed. “So good, this feels so good, Clint.”
She arched up like a cat, dragging her breasts against his chest so she could get closer to his mouth. It was time for another kiss. She prayed it would be as good as the one in the hospital. She didn’t see how it could be, but at least her breath would be better.
“What are you grinning about?” Clint asked through gritted teeth. “Because Baby you’re killing me.”
She took advantage of his open mouth, meshing her mouth to his. They floated downwards, so he was lying flat on the pillows. His hands skimmed up her back, until his fingers tangled in her hair. She thought she would be in charge, but as soon as their lips met the kiss took over.
Who didn’t matter as much as the velvet sensation of tongues languidly tasting. The pleasure of plush lips pressed against soft, firm masculine lips was sublime. The kiss was so much better than before as her taut breasts pressed against Clint. One hand left her hair and swept down pressing her closer.
“Harder.” She dragged the diamond hard pebbles of her nipples against his chest, reveling in the sensation. She worked one of her hands between them and caressed his abdomen, inching closer to the waist of his sweatpants. The world spun as she found herself on her back staring up into a face carved in granite.
“Clint?”
****
“My turn.”
Thank God she turned on the light. He wanted to turn her over. He felt the raised edges of the scars on her back. He wanted to kiss every one of them, but he was afraid it would ruin the mood. Later, when they had all night, he was going to spend hours worshiping every inch of her body. But right now was about her pleasure. He felt the fine tremors going through her body, and as much as he would like to believe it was because of their kiss, he felt the fine sheen of perspiration and knew she was spent. The woman needed another twelve hours of sleep.
“Clint, did I do something wrong?”
“Fuck no! You did everything right. You’re doing everything right. Too right.” He pulled at a lock of hair that had gotten caught on her lip and tucked it behind her ear.
“Before you make me lose complete control, I want to savor you.” An expression of vulnerability crossed her face.
“What? Tell me.”
“Don’t you want me to do something? I need to pleasure you. I don’t want you to be bored.”
What kind of men had she been with?
“Baby, with you in my bed there’s no chance of me ever being bored. You tempt me beyond bearing, and I want to enjoy you. Your job is to let me know if I’m doing anything wrong.”
She clutched his shoulders like they were a lifeline. He grasped her hands and kissed them, and then he spread her arms wide. He caressed her arms with the backs of his hands until she arched upwards and sighed.
“Can you keep your hands there?”
“But then I won’t be able to touch you.”
“That’s the idea. You get to touch next time, I promise.” She bit her plump bottom lip, the rose color turning white. He pulled it away from her teeth and watched fascinated as the blood rushed back turning it an even darker red. He swept in for another kiss.
God, she went to his head like the headiest tequila. She flowered open for him, and he tasted the warmth and flavor that was uniquely Lydia. She whimpered and he broke away so he could trail biting kisses down her neck. Her beautiful caramel skin called to him like a siren’s song. He was breaking into a sweat trying not to rush his way to the beauty of her breasts.
“Please.” It was all she had to say and he found himself licking around her nipple, his hands molding her firm flesh. He looked up at her face from hooded eyes.
“More Clint, I need more. Please, don’t make me beg.”
“Never Lydia.”
His lips surrounded the tip of her breast and laved the pebbled flesh while he gently plucked the other nipple. She moaned her pleasure, arching upwards into his caresses. She responded beautifully. He ached. It was going to kill him not to take her tonight. He never had a woman mirror his needs so exactly.
Long minutes he savored this woman. It was so much more than just her lush body and beautiful soul, it was the miracle of having this woman alive when she could have been so easily taken from him. It took everything he had not to grab and clutch and ensure she was real and in his arms.
Lydia moaned as she undulated beneath him, for just a moment he worried he had been too rough, but then above the roaring in his ears he heard her words.