Pleasures of the Night(10)

Keeping her breathing deep and even, Lyssa allowed her gaze to roam all over Aidan’s body, admiring his golden skin burnished by the flickering candlelight. It was stretched taut over beautifully defined pectorals and washboard abs, his biceps flexing as he warmed the oil in his hands.

Then she looked lower, taking in the object of her desire. Her mouth watered and her pussy grew wet at the sight of his impressive cock and weighty balls.

“God, you’re well-hung.” She shivered all over, her mind filling with images of him working her to orgasm with that mouthwatering erection.

Damn. Finally, after all these years, she had the perfect guy. It was enough to make her writhe with desire, her skin burning hot and prickled with awareness.

She licked her lips as he straddled her. His thickly veined cock curved upward to nearly touch his navel. The man was over six feet tall, with shoulders so broad she couldn’t see past him, yet she didn’t feel overwhelmed by his size. She felt safe and protected, and deeply thrilled to have such a magnificent male in her bed. His torso tapered to a lean waist, trim hips, and powerful thighs. The memory of those thighs between hers made her mouth dry.

Unable to resist, Lyssa lifted her hands and wrapped them around his erection. She slid her fingers upward, judging length, and blinked in awe.

Then again, he was huge everywhere else, why not here, too?

“There is a spiritual philosophy called Tantra,” he murmured, cupping her aching breasts and kneading them. “Have you heard of it?”

“Bits and pieces.” Her fingertips drifted along the hard length of his cock, learning its shape and texture in minute detail. She heard a slight catch in his inhale, and then he resumed his steady breathing.

His coarse hands squeezed her swollen flesh with expertly gauged pressure. Her gaze grew heavy-lidded as her blood slowed, flowing sluggishly through her veins.

“Tantra teaches believers that the energy of the cosmos exists within our bodies, and that a true tantric sexual union   merges these energies into one.”

“Aidan.” Lyssa whimpered as his fingertips tugged gently on her nipples. They were so hard, nearly painful from the extent of her arousal, and the oil on his hands allowed his touch to glide across her fevered skin. The combination was maddening, both soothing and inciting. “Um…I really don’t need foreplay now…”

Aidan winked, and exuded wicked, erotic, decadent sex from every pore. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. This isn’t going to be a fast fuck. In fact, it’ll be a while before you’ll feel my cock in you.”

“You can’t be serious.”



Her back arched as he pinched the erect points of her breasts.

“Oh yes, I can.”

Narrowing her gaze, she wished she had some oil of her own. Instantly her hands felt slick, and a slow smile curved her mouth. She fisted her hands and pumped down the throbbing length of his shaft. He groaned.

“Two can play,” she murmured.

“We have to take you down a notch, Hot Stuff.” Aidan reached between her legs and parted her so that he could stroke across her clit. He rubbed in softly pressured circles, his other hand still tugging at her nipple. “You’re too hungry for it. Too impatient.”

“Oh god…” she breathed, clasping his cock convulsively as a sharp, quick orgasm took her by storm. Two of Aidan’s long, callused fingers slipped inside her, fucking her, his oiled thumb continuing the consummate manipulation of her clit. Her cunt quivered and spasmed, her body tense as a bow. Straining…reaching…

As she climaxed again, her pussy sucked ravenously at Aidan’s pumping fingers.

“So damn hot,” he growled, leaning over her, the tight roping of his abdominal muscles supporting the weight of his torso. He took her mouth, his lips drifting across hers, his tongue flickering across the seam in time to the movements of his hand between her thighs. The pendant he wore around his neck swayed with his movements, brushing teasingly across her skin as an added point of sensation.

Lyssa spread her legs with unabashed eagerness, wanting him deeper than his fingers could go. Opening her mouth, she tried to drink him in, her kiss frantic and passionate. He fit his mouth over hers and gave her what she wanted, a deep, drowning kiss. Feeling wild and out of control, she began to jack him off with both fists, squeezing the thick head of his cock on every upward pull.

“Stop,” he said hoarsely, as her tight grip squeezed precum out of the tip. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

“You said we could take it down a notch,” she urged. “We can do it slow next time.”