Together Again(22)

                “I’d never have … ” She moaned again and she arched her back to get more of her breast closer to his mouth. “If you’d … I couldn’t have … I was afraid.” The confession came out on a ragged breath.

                “But not tonight?”

                “Tonight, I want you to do everything, anything.”

                With his hands — oh, God, his hands — he trailed heat from her breasts back to her face and then to her belly. Every place he touched was on fire. He took his time with each move, giving her a chance to say no. Not that she did. She never would. Not when it felt like this, when the kisses that followed each new touch soothed what he’d inflamed. Not when she loved the taste of his mouth, the pressure of his hands.

                When he came back to her lips, he hesitated, caressing her mouth with his thumbs, her eyebrows and cheekbones with his fingers, as if creating a tactile memory in his hands. “You’re so beautiful. These mysterious blue eyes,” he kissed each eyelid. “This cute nose,” he dropped a kiss on the tip of it. “A mouth I can’t stay away from.” A mouth he took possession of in a way that left her wanting more when he ended it, more of his mouth, more of his hands, more of his body. She wanted to tell him he was beautiful, too, but she couldn’t make her mouth form words.

                All she could do was explore his body as he was exploring hers, feeling the soft hair on his chest, the pebbly texture of his nipples, the firm muscles that lay under the smooth skin on his shoulders and upper arms, his flat abs, the soft tip of his steely shaft with a drop of moisture on it. His heart pounded against her; her heartbeat answered.

                He shifted her to her back, then eased his fingers under the edge of her bikini panties, feeling his way to the delta of curls between her thighs. She helped him push the panties over her hips and down off her legs, tangling in the sheets as she did. She impatiently kicked at them.

                “It’s okay. I want this too but we don’t need to hurry,” he murmured.

                Then he touched her, just touched her, in the place between her thighs where all the heat from his caresses had pooled and the sheets didn’t matter anymore. She saw stars. When his soft caress became more urgent, her hips bucked toward him as he slipped one finger, then two, inside her, moving in and out as his thumb circled her clitoris.

                “Come for me, sugar. Don’t hold back,” he whispered.

                She couldn’t even if she wanted. And she didn’t want to. Wave after wave of bliss carried her over the edge, her body clamping hard on his fingers. “Oh, Tony, I … ” The rest was lost as the world around dissolved, leaving only the two of them and the intense feeling that washed over her.

                “That’s my girl,” he said, his voice raspy with desire. “My sweet, sweet, sugar.” He quickly covered himself, insinuated one of his legs between hers and pressed himself against her thigh as she rocked her hips against him. She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. He entered her slowly, stretching her to accommodate him. She wrapped one leg around his waist and tilted her hips against him.

                “Please, Tony, I want all of you.”

                “I don’t want to hurt you. You feel so tight.” On a groan, he said, “You feel so good.” He pulled her other leg around him, controlling both of them until he was totally and completely inside her. Then he matched the rhythm of his tongue with the rhythm of his hips, moving with her, letting her set the pace as she ground her hips against him, rubbing her clitoris against his pelvis. She felt herself begin to climax again and as her insides clamped around him, he thrust into her hard and fast, taking her with him, moving them up the steep curve of passion as they climbed together over the edge of the cliff they’d been walking along for days.