And then there was the half a handful of a joke that masqueraded as her breasts. At least they didn't sag but they did seem to disappear into her body when she laid on her back that way. Dear God. A man so perfect, who could have a woman as perfect as him, couldn't help noticing all her shortcomings, and she couldn't bear seeing the disappointment in his face.
His lips suddenly covered hers, his hand on her jaw, kissing her hungrily, that animal growl stronger than ever. Oh God, did he like what he saw?
He broke the kiss, his breaths hitting her face in hot gasps, his eyes slits of glowing white. "Sweetheart," he whispered between ragged breaths, "like is an extremely lacking term." He began to rain those hungry soft kisses all over her face. "I love your body more than even I can fathom. And I'm going to worship every inch of it with my lips."
She whimpered as yet another wave of incredible heat crashed into her. She really had to remember he could hear her thoughts. But if he liked how she looked... maybe she'd been missing something? No matter. She wasn't going to let her damn doubts stop her from enjoying him while she had him. She buried her fingers in his hair as he began to kiss a trail down. Oh God, her breasts. Reflex kicked in and she tried to move and cover them. He made that growl again. Why did he do that?
"Because you are driving me insane…your words…the beautiful sounds you're making. Don't you dare hide from me." He covered one breast gently with his mouth.
"Oh God!" Every muscle in her body clamped down tight in response to the wet heat.
He growled again creating an intense vibration against her nipple. "Kassie," he whispered, kissing his way along the valley to the other breast. "Beautiful Kassie." Cool air on her wet skin stirred another firestorm as her nipple pebbled.
Fingers clenching spasmodically, she pulled his hair and arched into the warmth of his mouth. "Yes, yes," she moaned, her hips squirming with the ache between her legs.
He adjusted his position slightly and shifted his weight to effectively immobilize her. The inability to move and ease the tension in her belly served to increase the throbbing inferno building so rapidly between her legs. Her inner muscles clenched and relaxed in an involuntary attempt to create friction.
Cold air replaced the wet heat of his mouth on her nipple, drawing a ragged cry of protest from her. Moving downward, he spread trails of flame along her ribcage to her stomach. He allowed his teeth to glide over skin causing the muscles of her belly to ripple.
He kissed his way along her stomach, not missing an inch, first tugging with his lips then licking with the tip of his tongue, occasionally pausing for a gentle nip. He slid his hands firmly up and down her sides and hips, his thumbs brushing under the tiny swell of her breasts with each pass, while whispering and moaning syllables she didn't understand.
Whatever he'd covered her body with—not fabric at all, more like a layer of shiny bubbly air—made her blood sing and tingle. Every hair on her body turned into a sensual nerve ending that he tenderly stimulated. Lost to the feeling, she gave herself to the luxurious joy of the pleasure he created. A concentrated amount of that joy followed his lips and tongue, a shower of light and life. So good. So very good.
He finally allowed her to move to the rhythm of the pleasure slowly seducing her every fiber. He continued to carry out his promise until she writhed with want for so much more in her most secret places. Her nipples tingled and itched with a bite me intensity as her nails scraped along his scalp to the erotic tempo he created in her.
He reached her navel and adored it with licks and nips, then dipped his tongue into the hollow with a moan that vibrated on her skin in a way that would have tickled if it hadn't felt so good. Smiling against her skin, he proceeded to her scar and kissed along every centimeter, then swept his tongue over it, whispering more of those strange words on her.
Unaccountably, the dead skin along the scar, devoid of sensation since Samantha's birth, began to tingle then a faint tickling turned into the heat and moisture of Lyght's tongue. Her startled gasp drew a faint chuckle from him before he continued.
Lost to his touch and her response, Kassie's hips pumped in abandon, all her needs seeming to end there, where she knew he headed. But he didn't go there. Instead, he kissed down her thighs, the right one first, keeping his word and not seeming to miss an inch. He kissed each of her toes and her original yuck reaction quickly disappeared. She'd never felt so clean and pure in her life.
His fingers and palms caressed and stroked ahead of kisses that were sometimes soft and tender, other times he sucked her with passionate intensity, his entire body vibrating from his growls. Every second carried her away on a new wave of sensation.