To Love Honour and Disobey(11)

This would be sex purely for the pleasure. And no fear.

She wanted him so incredibly badly. In a step he was beside her, turning  her towards him, seeming to read her mixed emotions-fleeting though  they were.

The kiss was the lightest brush. So gentle, nothing like the wild  passion she'd expected. It had always been so wild and fast between them  before. But something had changed. Now it was as if he was savouring  every single moment.

She kept her eyes closed, holding still as he slowly explored her mouth,  the tip of his tongue tracing her lips before he moved to cover them  with his own. So soft, so sweetly roving. His fingers slid down her  neck, the tips stroking down her pulse point to her most sensitive skin.  And his tongue swept into her as his fingers firmed, holding her face  up to his.

She felt the heat inside her; no longer was it just her skin burning,  but deep within her belly too she was warming-to softness, wetness,  wanting. She shivered as he kissed down the length of her neck, nibbling  the delicate skin.

'You have such a sensitive neck.' He tilted her chin higher with his  fingers, getting greater exposure to the vulnerable, and, yes,  super-sensitive stretch of her body.                       
       
           



       

Sensation rushed, overwhelming her. His near nudity, sheer size and  closeness made her head spin. She couldn't quite believe he was here,  touching her once more-certainly not so gently, so carefully. She locked  her muscles, trying to stop her all-over-body shaking, but her legs  weren't going to hold her up anymore.

His hands caught her round the waist; gently he lowered them both to the  ground. And he set about slowly, so slowly touching every inch of her.  Light hands trailed over her arms, working in symmetry; the tips of his  fingers slid across her shoulders, along her collarbones to meet in the  middle, and then continued a path down. And then his mouth joined the  exploration.

He untied her bikini top, lifted it away and then cupped her breasts.  She opened her eyes, saw the intensity in his as he held her-thumbs  circling the jutting peaks as he gazed down her body. He was good. He  was so good and she'd tried so hard to forget. But now the memories  rushed, her muscles both slackened and strained-knowing the delight that  was to follow. She shook as he took her hard nipple in his mouth. His  tongue sluiced over the sensitive nub and he sucked more of her into his  hot mouth and she couldn't contain the strangled sound of delight.

His hands dropped to her waist and he finished stripping her, slipping  her shorts and bikini bottoms all the way down her legs. And although  the last of her covering had been removed she now felt hotter than if  she were unshaded out in the heat of the African sun.

He took the arches of her feet in sure, steady hands and pushed them  wider apart, spreading her before slowly sliding his hands up her  calves, to her knees and then even more slowly up her thighs. And his  mouth, his full sensual mouth marked the way with kisses, his tongue  accentuating each pleasurable pause.

And as he inched towards her core she moved, the tiniest rocking of her  hips. She wanted him to get there. All the way to where she was wet and  burning. She groaned. Unable to hold back the incredible need she had  for him, the elemental, raw instinct that was driving every caution,  every reason from her head.

Suddenly he moved fast, rising above her and pressing onto her body, and  she shuddered under his magnificent weight. Mouth open and hungry, she  pulled him closer as she let her hips writhe under the wonderfully hard  heat of his.

This kiss was utterly erotic-intimate and shamelessly aggressive and she  plundered as deeply as he did. She could feel him shaking now too and  she swept her hands over him, seeking to touch as much skin as she  could. Spreading herself wider beneath his rock-hard body, straining to  take him in hand and maximise both their pleasure.

She nipped his wonderfully full top lip. 'Why are you still wearing your shorts?'

He laughed and pressed harder against her, the wet fabric delightfully  stimulating against the soft skin of her inner thighs. 'Because I don't  want this over too soon.'

'Haven't we waited long enough?'

But his weight had gone and his hands gripped hers, holding them to her  sides as he knelt over her, kissing his way from one breast to another,  teasing her painfully tight nipples with his hot mouth and wickedly sexy  tongue. And then that tongue went lower, circling her belly button and  its decorative silver ring and then lower still. He lifted a hand and  slid that south too, delving fingers into her curve, parting her so he  could kiss that most secret, sensitive part of her.

He gripped her hips now, stilling her writhing enough so he could extract more from her-more tension, more longing, more need.

But the need to touch him rose, too. She lifted her shoulders from the  ground, reaching for him and yanking his shorts down. He groaned as he  sprang free and she took advantage of his momentary stillness to move-to  explore.

She stroked his silken, rigid length with her fingers and heard him  swear. She kissed him and felt him shudder. Then he twisted in her hold,  moving so he could touch her as intimately as she was him.

He matched his strokes to hers and she revelled in the freedom of giving  her hunger free rein. She breathed in the scent of him, licked the  salty taste of him, pressed the hardness of him beneath his smooth skin.  She savoured the tension she felt rolling off him. Yes, she could  torment him too and she relished it. Her actions grew bolder still, more  aggressive, faster, frantic-she was desperate for the pleasures of the  flesh and for the white-hot orgasm she knew was almost hers. But  suddenly he was gone. Half a metre away from her.

'Ana.'

She whimpered, body trembling with loss. 'Why have you stopped?'

'Because I want more than this.' He tore the packet, sheathed himself with fast, jerky movements.

What more did he want? Mutual pleasure, physical fulfilment-what more was there?                       
       
           



       

'I want it all.' He rose above her, aligning his length to hers as he  looked into her eyes. He laced their fingers together and she could feel  him there, thick and heavy against her. So close.

Yes, there was more. There was intimacy, there was that baring not just  of body, but of soul. That sharing of the most inner self-and the  vulnerability that came with it. And he was seeking it-his ice-blue eyes  on fire and searching deep into hers.

He thrust deep, sure, hard. She closed her eyes, tried to absorb the hit  of feeling as they locked together again-but she couldn't. Her breath  shuddered from her lungs, catching her cry. And in those few moments he  regained his control, but hers ebbed. She'd ached for this for too long.

'Please, oh, please.' Her fingers pulled at him, nails curled into the  hard muscles, and her hips lifted, forcing the rhythm she so desperately  craved, wanting him to drive into her.

And then he did, thrusting deep again, again, again.

Her hands swept over his broad, slick shoulders, revelling in the  bulging muscles, savouring the incredibly hard body riding her, rocking  into her with a faster, more powerful rhythm than she'd ever dreamed of.  This couldn't be wrong. It had to be right. Nothing had ever felt so  right.

It didn't take much; it was never going to take much when she'd been so  on edge for him for so long. She panted, more audible, more hysterical  until all too soon he caught her mouth with his and contained her  scream, adding his own groan to it as they shook, reaching the summit  and freefalling through the sensations.

Chapter Six

ANA rose before the sun, slipped on a tee shirt and shorts, not  bothering with a bikini underneath-just wanting to escape while he  slept. Seconds later she left the banda and went for a walk along the  beach, eventually succumbing to the temptation and wading into the warm  water. She floated for an age, looking out to the horizon where the sky  was lightening, and waited for the sun.

She sensed something, looked over her shoulder and saw him watching from  the water's edge. The splashes were gentle as he walked in. His arm  curled around her, pulling her back against him before she had any  chance of escape-not that she wanted to.

His hands spread wide, smoothing over her wet shirt, and then cupped her  breasts. She couldn't help herself, leaned back against him. One hand  slipped lower, beneath her waistband to where she was really wet. It was  mere moments, the fewest of seconds, but it wasn't over. His mouth was  hot on her neck, pressing passionate kisses between the words he  whispered again, again. 'One night is not enough.'

Until finally she answered him, acknowledging the truth of it, and  offering the only answer she could. 'The rest of Africa. We can have the  rest of Africa.'