Quicksilver Dreams(178)

                “What about you?” I asked shakily, holding onto his shoulders when he released my hands so I wouldn’t just collapse in a puddle of gelatin.

                “We’re not done yet,” he replied thickly, and he picked me up to lay me gently on the bed. I sat up on my knees and helped him pull his T-shirt over his head, enjoying running my fingers over the swell of his pecs and along the ridges of his amazing six-pack. Feeling brave, I trailed my hands down to the waistband of his jeans, something I’ve never done before to anyone, and slowly undid each button on his button fly. The lower ones were hard to undo because his cock was hard and full, tightening up the material. My knuckles brushed against his hard flesh, teasingly.

                “Taylor,” he groaned, deep and guttural, stilling my hands. “I need to get these off.” He worked to remove his black motorcycle-riding boots and kicked off his jeans and boxers before joining me on the soft bed, his erection thick and prominent. I was lying back, enjoying the show.

                “You have such a beautiful body,” he murmured, running his fingers lightly over my stomach, around my breasts, around my belly button, seeming to enjoy feeling my skin.

                He leaned over and stared into my eyes, fierce heat and tenderness reflecting back at me. “You’re so beautiful and delicate,” he murmured, “I feel like I need to be careful not to break you.”

                “I’m pretty sturdy,” I whispered, loving the feel of his body covering mine, his hot length prodding my hip. He held most of his weight on his elbows, but one of his thighs was resting between my own, stimulating my most sensitive flesh yet again.

                “Your eyes are like the wildflowers by the lake on Te’re, so blue I could stare at them forever. Let me in, Taylor,” he demanded gently, his eyes softly holding mine.

                He was making love to me with his words, and emotion roiled chaotically through my mind. I felt such longing that I couldn’t help but open my mind and let him see my deepest thoughts, darkest desires. He was so noble and fine, thoughtful and courageous, that I couldn’t help but feel warmth surging through my heart. I could actually feel him in my thoughts. His delicious male energy seemed to surround me with carnal heat and wicked intent, amplifying my own emotions.

                Slowly, he bent and brushed his lips back and forth over mine, his black hair falling forward. “So soft and sexy,” he whispered huskily, taking a nibbling bite of my lower lip. His lips brushed along my neck and collarbone, his tongue coming out to taste my skin, sucking gently, and I felt shivers of heat lick my veins once again. When his mouth reached my breast, I heard myself moan, arching to give him access. Freeing it from its material so it was propped up to him, he scraped his teeth over one of my pink nipples. How could I recover so quickly? The hot moisture of my arousal seeped through to the lips of my sex once again.

                But I wanted my turn. I wanted to do the attacking. Managing to catch him off balance, I shoved him onto his back and straddled him, loving the feel of powerful man between my legs.

                “I want to have my way with you,” I purred, running my hands over the ridges and swell of tanned muscle.

                “What do you want to do?” His sensual smile wrapped around my heart as he reached to cup my breasts once again, rubbing his thumbs over the stiffened peaks. Lightning fired down to my sex lips, making them swell and heat with more juices. Gasping with the pleasure of it, I grabbed his wrists and pulled them away, knowing he would end up distracting me.

                “You have to leave your hands here,” I breathed heavily, still feeling the tingles from his touch. I placed his hands on the wooden slats of the headboard, curling his fingers around the wooden bars. “Don’t move.”

                Lightly raking my nails down the inside of his arms, over his nipples and down his slatted abdomen, I traced the outline of rigid muscle, wanting to know his body as he knew mine. Placing my lips over one of his flat brown nipples, I let my tongue taste his skin. Edging closer to his straining cock, I let my lips roam, planting random wet kisses over his tight stomach, tracing the grooves as I’d been longing to do, loving how his muscles jumped at my touch and how his breathing was now shallow and rapid. I could feel his shaft prodding my breast as I worked down his abdomen. It had grown significantly as I played with his body, and when I got to it, I wondered how he had ever fit inside me. Thicker and more distended than before, his cock stood swollen, a small pearl of fluid cresting the top.