The Real Romero(68)
She tasted him and felt him shudder, move and arch back. His fingers had coiled in her long hair. The salty taste of him was an aphrodisiac, sending waves of pleasure and yearning through her in equal measure.
She moaned when he pushed her back. Her underwear was wet, her own arousal soaking through the cotton, and she wriggled and kicked herself free of it, parting her legs in an attempt to cool between them.
‘You’re burning up for me.’ Lucas slipped exploring fingers into her and her breath caught in her throat as he found her clitoris and began rubbing it, gentle, persistent strokes that made her arch her body up, transported like she had never been before in her life.
She didn’t want to come. Not like this. She pulled him to her and kissed him and Lord...it was beautiful. It was a kiss meant to be lost in. His tongue against hers was gentle and demanding at the same time. She could taste the essence of the guy who wanted to move slowly and yet was desperate to sate his hunger. His steel shaft brushed against her and she opened her legs a little wider so that she could feel its hardness against the parted, delicate folds. She moaned softly into his mouth, quivering when his erection pressed against her clitoris, threatening to push her over the edge.
She broke apart and captured his face between her hands. ‘There’s something I should tell you.’
‘Now isn’t the time for sharing confidences,’ Lucas breathed shakily. He pinned her arms above her head and ordered her to keep them there.
Then he lowered his head to taste her succulent nipples, circling first one then the other with his mouth, drawing them deeply in then teasing the stiffened bud with his tongue.
Milly couldn’t bear it. It was beyond pleasurable. It was also a completely new experience. She wanted to tell him that she was a virgin. He deserved to know, didn’t he? Or else he might expect her to...be like all his other women. She wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly, but she thought that creative gymnastics might be involved.
She half-opened her mouth and a gasp of pure pleasure came out instead of the haltering admission she had been formulating.
He was licking her nipple, watching her, enjoying the hectic colour in her cheeks, enjoying the way she couldn’t keep still, all her little soft moans and whimpers.
Her full breasts jiggled as she writhed under him and he was driven to capture her other nipple, suckling on it until the moans became husky and uncontrolled.
He’d never felt the need to rush his love-making. Sex was an art form and pleasure had to be given and taken in equal measure. He was a master of taking things slowly, of the languorous intimate exploration, but right now it required a great deal of self-control not to grab the condom on the bedside table, stick it on and just...take her. Where his skinny supermodels were all sharp angles and jutting hip bones, Milly was soft, silky smooth and sensually rounded.
He curved his hand along her side, mouth still firmly clamped on her breast, then over the gentle swell of her stomach to slip between her legs, although once there he simply smoothed her inner thigh. His knuckles brushed the soft down of her pubic hair, and he itched to delve deeper, but all in good time.
Very slowly...and trying hard to douse his raging libido by concentrating on something, anything, other than the sex bomb squirming under him...he licked a trail along her stomach, starting from underneath her heavy breasts and working all the way down to her belly button.
He tipped his tongue into the sensitive indentation and felt the whoosh of her breath as she inhaled sharply. She had pressed her legs together and he gently but firmly eased them apart in preparation of tasting her but she tugged him by his hair and he glanced up to meet her feverish eyes.