Surrounded By Temptation(18)

“Let me in.” He shoved his leg between hers, rubbing his thigh at her core, and she moaned as heat flooded her. He took advantage of her weakness, sliding his tongue in as she made that needy sound. And she didn’t have the desire to even try to stop him. He tasted of scotch and man and she was getting drunk off his kisses.

Her world tilted as she found herself lifted into his arms and being carried across the room.

To the bed.

And she still didn’t care about right and wrong. She needed him as much as he seemed to need her. I’m just horny. Although that wasn’t the clinical term for her current state of mind. Her body demanded, and she was powerless.

She landed softly on the bed, his mouth still on hers, insistent. His hands explored her body, but didn’t touch her breasts or her pussy, driving her need higher, making her want him even more than she thought possible.

“Have to taste you,” he grunted against her mouth before kissing his way south. Mercifully, one of his hands finally found her breast and she arched into his touch, moaning his name. “That’s it, angel. So responsive. All mine.”

Mine? Before she could contradict that statement, Ariel felt a tug against the top of her negligee, and then it disintegrated as it was torn from her body. He sucked one nipple into his greedy mouth and any protest of his claim died on her lips.

Rob ravished her breasts, pulling and tugging on one while he kissed and sucked the other, alternating between the two, making her clit want the same attention. She lifted her hips, trying to make contact, needing to ease the ache that was growing in her.

He tore his mouth away and stared down at her. Gazing into her eyes, he slowly thrust himself against her, grinding his cock into her core as he watched her closely. His intent stare was tender in a way, yet seemed to see right into her very soul, pulling at her defenses and controlling her need with his masterful body.

And he still was completely dressed. The fact that this man could make her want, make her crave, make her need beyond all rational thought with only his mouth and hands on her was shocking. Maybe if she got him to remove his clothing, it’d level the playing field somewhat. As long as he stayed dressed, he would keep the upper hand.

She needed that rectified right now.

“Your clothes need to come off,” she whispered, trying to emulate the stare he was giving her but feeling as though she sorely lacked the same ability.

“Yes,” he breathed.

He pushed himself against her one last time before sitting on his knees and unbuttoning his shirt, and Ariel wondered how it was scientifically possible for a man to have this perfect of a body. When he sat up and unbuttoned his pants, she could do nothing but lay there and watch, paralyzed by this powerful presence. He managed to get his pants and underwear down with little maneuvering, so when his cock sprang free, her mouth watered as she remembered the taste of him.

“Not now, angel. It’s my turn.” Her panties received the same fate as her nightie, and the scraps of material were tossed to the floor as he descended. He inhaled, groaning against her pussy, and she couldn’t help but wiggle, her body making the plea for her. He grasped her thighs, shoving them wider apart, and then licked her from ass to clit.

“Oh God, Robbie. That feels, ahh…” He stabbed his tongue into her, fucking her with his mouth as he groaned, the vibrations better than any vibrator she’d ever used before. She gasped, and he shoved his tongue into her faster and brought his thumb down to torment her clit, rubbing circles around it, but not touching it directly. She was so close to coming already that she didn’t know if she wanted him to rub her sweet spot yet, or if she should try to hold out. If she could wait, then maybe she wouldn’t seem like a whimpering, aching mess of a neglected woman. She clamped her lips shut when she felt like she couldn’t control the begging from coming out. She fisted the sheets and stiffened her legs, trying to hold off the inevitable.

Rob growled, squeezing her thighs with bruising strength, then suddenly wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, batting it with his tongue while he knifed two fingers inside her. She screamed as stars exploded behind her eyelids, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm. He continued his ministrations while she flew and eased back on the intensity as she came off that magical high. When he stopped, she couldn’t find the strength to open her eyes, even when she heard him rummaging around in the nightstand beside her or when she felt him come over her.

“Open your eyes. Look at me, angel.” The soft command brooked no argument. When she obeyed, she had to stifle a gasp. Rob looked at her as if she were his whole world and what they were about to do would be the start of something great. She shivered, not understanding if it was fear of that possibility or excitement.