Summon Lyght(88)

"How do you know?" Francis gave in to the need to nibble along her jaw. "You taste hot."

She struggled to free her hands and he enjoyed the feel of that too, especially the little sounds she made while straining. "Taste hot?"

He made it to her ear and slid his lips softly over it. "I can taste your need. Your hunger. Longing."

She moaned and the sound zapped through him. Whatever was supposed to happen would begin with his manhood. That much he knew. It had grown huge and it felt like his fiery ruby blade was trying to push out of it. He wanted to look and examine the effect but couldn't take his lips off of her.

"Yes, taste me," she whispered. "Kiss me. Everywhere."

Yes. That's just what he wanted to do. Francis forgot everything but exploring her. Along her neck, he encountered the rapid flutter of her pulse and smothered it with light kisses.

"Let me go. I want to touch you."

He paused and groaned his concern. He wished he knew what was right.

"Is this… your first time?"

He froze. Shit, he really didn't want her to know that. But could he guess his way with something this complicated? And was it really that complicated? Maybe he was over-thinking it. Too bad he didn't have a fucking clue. Funny pun, that.

He suddenly felt like the stupidest being alive. He leapt off the bed and paced the floor next to it. "What if…what if it was?"

He couldn't stand to look at her as she watched him but he didn't need to. He could feel her guarding her reaction.

She didn't want him to know what she really thought of it. "Is it?"

God. He raked a hand through his hair and stopped pacing. She sat on the bed, waiting for his answer. He couldn't keep himself from using his powers to read her. He couldn't stand going into this not knowing what she was thinking, feeling.

He jerked his gaze to her when he found the answer. She hoped it was his first time, but doubted it. He wondered why to both. "Yes. It is."

Her brows furrowed and the hope he'd felt from her suddenly turned to sincere dumbfounded confusion. "I don't understand. How? No one stays virgin through their teens anymore."

Finally, something he understood. As a human man, he shouldn't be a virgin. But how to answer that? "I…wanted to wait."

Not a good reason according to her baffled expression. "You wanted to wait?" His answer must be comical, at least to her. She looked at him for several seconds and he studied her carefully, trying to follow her deductions and doing a poor job. Soon she bit her lower lip and rose up on her knees. She slowly removed her jacket. Francis' pulse sped up when she took hold of the hem of her shirt and removed that. "You know," she said, reaching behind her, "it actually makes perfect sense with you. You're so very different." The black material covering her chest fell away and the sight of her naked breasts hit him like a punch. He nearly choked on the wave of heat that stormed him.

There was no taking his eyes from her glorious body, but he could see she wore a smile. She liked the effect she had on him. His body liked it too. A lot. But his mind was a mad chaos of signals that all seemed scrambled by the ache in his groin.

"You like them?" She brought her hands up and stroked softly along the undersides of the full globes. Long delicate fingers cupped and lifted, sending an electrical storm through him.

When she slid her hands down to her jeans, Francis followed their path with a hunger he'd never felt before. She undid her pants and rocked her hips slowly while lowering them to her thighs.

He stared hard at the tiny scrap of thin black silk covering the juncture at her thighs. The way his body responded to the sight told him the answer to his need lay behind that dark fabric.

He watched, fascinated, as she lay back on the bed, lifted her legs in the air and removed the jeans. Again his gaze locked on the slip of black material pushing between her legs. His body moved him closer for a better view of her fascinating body. He stopped when he banged his knee on the foot of the bed. She hooked her thumbs in the thin black fabric, and worked it down slowly over her hips.

"Oh God." He groaned, long and low.

There was no hair there and the full folds begged to be touched, the little line between them begged to be explored. His manhood jerked hard and became heavy and tight.

"You like what you see?"

"Yes." The choked moan came without thought, just like the desire hammering his body.

She brought her knees slowly back and opened them, taking the strength from his legs. She answered his desperate question of what was beyond that glorious slit. She also answered what to do with what was beyond. His heart relocated to his groin with a sledge hammer force as her middle finger glided inside her body.