Chapter 14 Juniper #2
“William.” She was begging and he knew it.
He released her dress, and she hastily pulled her arms from the sleeves, burying her fingers in his hair, pulling his head back and laying her mouth across his as his arms wrapped around her.
But he was having none of it, breaking away to kiss her breasts through the blue lace of her bra.
She gasped as he covered her nipple with his mouth.
The tug of his lips sent a pulsating ache to her core, and she gasped again.
It was quickly becoming too much—more than she could bear.
He loosened his hold, running his hands over her bottom and lower, down the back of her thighs until he found the hem of her dress, then sliding under to caress the backs of her knees.
She’d had no idea that was an erogenous zone, but she almost buckled as he ran the tips of his fingers down to the top of her shins.
He continued to run them up and over the backs of her thighs, then over her bottom where he gripped the top of her underwear and pulled.
He broke the kiss to look up at her as he lowered her underwear to the floor and she stepped out of them, then he traced that same path back up her legs, pausing at the sensitive place behind her knees, bringing his hands around to the front, caressing her legs, pushing her dress up, leaning forward to press hot kisses to her thighs.
God, she wanted…needed more. But he continued to tease her, running his fingers through the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs then moving away.
She whimpered with frustration. “You’re tormenting me.”
He smiled up at her, his eyes dark, fathomless, like aged brandy.
“A little.” Then watching her all the while, he slipped one finger between her legs, and she moaned, biting her lip.
“You can scream.” She moaned again, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
She could barely stand up. With one hand busy between her legs, he wrapped his other arm around her hips, holding her upright.
Feeling steadier, she surrendered to the rhythm of his fingers inside her, his clever, sensitive fingers.
Her breathing becoming more ragged, she moaned again, letting her head fall back, feeling the pleasure build, the tension winding tighter and tighter until she snapped, crying out as the orgasm rippled through her, her hips jerking against him.
“Jesus,” she said on a ragged breath as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on the top of his head as the last of the tremors passed through her.
His arms came around her waist, holding her close.
“Your heart’s pounding,” he said, after a while.
“I’m not surprised.” She straightened up, moving her fingers to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s cheeky how you do that.”
“Do what?” he asked innocently.
She gave a derisive snort. “You know exactly what. Get me going so I can’t think of anything else, until it’s all about me and not about you.”
His lips curved in a soft smile.
“Well, two can play at that game.” She leaned down and kissed him, just a slight brushing of her lips over his.
Soft. Delicate. Then she stepped back, reaching to undo the clip on her bra, pulling it down her arms and dropping it to the floor.
The dress soon followed. His gaze roved over her naked body hungrily and she felt the little flicker of heat start all over again.
He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulling her forward, but she pulled away, shaking her head at him.
With her eyes never leaving his, she sank to her knees in front of him.
She then ran her hands up his thighs, brushing ever so lightly over the bulge between his legs, to his belt buckle.
She watched him as she slowly undid it, then the button and zip on his pants.
He was gritting his teeth, the muscles in his jaw bunching.
She slid her hand along the length of him, shuffling forward before leaning in and slowly running her tongue around the tip of his cock.
She felt the tremor move through him, so she did it again.
Then she lifted her gaze again, not blinking as she took him inside her mouth.
She felt his effort to keep a tight rein on his control.
She closed her eyes then, giving herself over to the pleasure of pleasuring him, relishing the feel of his hands in her hair, the sound of his shuddering breath as she moved on him, licking and sucking, running her hand up and down his length.
It was deeply arousing for her, his response inflaming her.
“Juniper, stop.”
She felt he was close to the brink and although she wanted him hot for her, she also wanted him inside her.
She got to her feet, only for his arm to wrap around her waist. He pulled her down on the bed where he covered her body with his own, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss.
Need shot through her, lighting her ablaze as his hand found her breast, squeezing, his thumb rubbing across her nipple.
She pushed his pants down further until he wriggled them off and they were both, finally, naked.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting him to fill the emptiness, and ease the desire.
He positioned himself, then with aching, agonizing slowness, he was pushing into her.
She arched against him as he pulled out, then pushed back in with that long, slow thrust. Then again. And again.
“Kiss me.”
She pulled his head down and with her eyes still closed, found his lips and kissed him for all she was worth.
She ran her hands down his back, to his hips, digging her fingers in, willing him to go harder, faster.
He did, thrusting his hips, his breath hot against her neck, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
She moaned, then moaned again. He reached an arm under her hips and tilted her up, changing the angle, hitting her exactly where she needed it most and she was lost. Crying out, she felt wave after wave of pleasure pulse through her until she reached glorious release.
She felt his body, taut against her as he came, then the hot rush of him filling her as the final tremors of her orgasm rippled through her.
She lay under the weight of him, her legs still around his hips, her hands tracing lazy circles up and down his back.
He lifted his head to press soft kisses up her neck, along her jawline to her lips. She sighed at the sheer loveliness of it. He shifted then, so she tightened her legs around him, wanting him to stay just where he was. He chuckled, saying, “I can’t stay here forever.”
“I don’t see why not.”
But he rolled off her, keeping his arm under her so she went with him, then she was curled against his side, her head on his shoulder. Not a bad compromise. She laid her hand over his heart, feeling the strong beat under her palm. His fingers trailed lightly along her hip in a gentle caress.
“Oh, I forgot.”
“What?”
“I brought dessert.” She lifted her head to look at him, lying back on the pillow with his eyes closed.
“Yeah? What’d you bring?”
“Banana splits with ice cream and chocolate sauce.”
He opened one eye to look at her askance. “You think you’re going to introduce chocolate sauce to this equation without it being requisitioned for naughtier purposes?”
She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes wide. “Good point. I’ll just go and get it.”