Tell it to the Marine(15)

“I said you should put the coffee pot on for later…I have a feeling we’re not going to get much sleep tonight.”

Somewhere the neurons in his brain fired and he toed off his boots, unbuttoned his shirt and stripped the dress shirt and jacket, hanging both on the hook he’d installed next to the closet. He shed the rest of his clothes, never looking away from her. He folded the slacks in half and dropped them over the edge of the footboard.

His cock strained toward her, filled to bursting with the need to make the dream a reality. She studied him with undisguised lust, and he paused at the edge of the bed. She rose up on her knees to welcome him with another searing kiss. Breast to chest, her skin flushed hot against his. She flattened her fingers against his sternum and he leaned forward.

“Stay,” she murmured. “I want to see all of you.” The shivery words fed the fire in his blood. Fighting the urge to cut the tension with a joke, he let her lean away.

Her lips feathered along his jaw, dipping to nuzzle his throat and teasing a path down his chest. Clenching his fingers, he forced himself to be still, allowing her to explore. Her tongue swirled over his nipple and his cock jerked toward her. He’d never considered his nipples worthy of such attention, but little slivers of lightning dug into his skin, shooting sparks into his brain and flooding his balls with need.

Her nails grazed along his skin, simple caresses spreading tingles. He thrust his fingers into her hair. A glittering, shower of white gold contrasted with the warm honey of her skin. He combed his fingers through it to explore the slender length of her spine.

Her mouth descended, tongue swirling over his belly button. The silken tresses of her hair glided along his cock and his breath clogged in his lungs. Her fingers joined her lips, and she wrapped one hand around him, the other slipping between his thighs to cup his balls.

His knees butted the edge of the bed, and he fought the fierce urge to buck into her fingers. He leaned forward, caressing her back down to the sensuous ass with slender black lace peeking out from the curve of her butt cheeks. His brain dimly registered the presence of the thong, but he teased the lace, edging his fingers beneath to rub her sweet, firm ass with its smooth perfection. The muscles clenched against his fingers and he laughed slowly. Her wet kiss circled the head of his cock and her fingers caressed him.

Thought warred with need. His hips bumped forward, pushing past her lips for a better angle. He glided his forefinger down the length of lace until he sensed the damp heat of her sex and then away again. Her low moan vibrated his cock, and he worried he might come before he was ready. Tiny teeth grazed his flesh gently with every hungry swallow.

“My turn.” His voice deepened and he urged her upward and then flipped her onto her back, two fingers tearing away the miniscule tuxedo thong wrapped so lovingly against her sex. The clips snapped and he tossed the scrap of cloth away. He roamed his hands along her breasts, over her belly, and to her thighs. He dropped down to his knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.

One leg slid over his shoulder, and he kissed the inner thigh gently, teeth scraping the tender flesh. He worked his way up to her damp labia crowned by white-blonde curls. Perfection. A goddess laid out for his pleasure, and he intended to pleasure her.

Sparing a look upward, he blew a breath across the sweet, wet sex and dared a single sip. The gasp of her breath offered up a delightful combination of pleasure and encouragement. He teased the lips apart with his tongue. He wanted to play there for hours, but the need raging through his cock wasn’t going to allow for much time. Her thighs quivered next to his head as he massaged his mouth across her clit, sucking it in a teasing repeat of her lips on his cock. He vibrated it with his tongue, and her body thrashed around him. The heady smell of her musk filled his nostrils and her sweet cream flooded around his mouth. Bracing her hips, he plundered the flavor, unrelenting until the muscles of her stomach clenched and she cried out again.

Rubbing his cheeks against her thighs, he looked up to see her blue eyes dark with passion and grinned. “Still think we’ll need coffee…” He slid onto the bed, urging her toward the center.

“Remind me to tease you every night.” But her eyes sparkled with laughter and desire at him. He chuckled. Everything about her beckoned, so unpredictable, sexy, sweet and funny.

He had to write Madame Eve one hell of an endorsement.

Closing the distance, he forgot about conversation, endorsements, files, and the rest of the world. The only thing that mattered was the woman in front of him, the delicious curves that beckoned his lips, and he took his time. His hands explored the smooth lines of her body in between long hot, wet kisses. So damn petite.