Chapter 22 #3
With one finger, she traced a delicate path up the long length of his staff from root to tip, rolling her thumb over the head and sliding a small bead of liquid through her fingers, as sensual a movement as the most accomplished jade—but infinitely more enticing by its innocence.
Holding his gaze, she lowered herself until she was kneeling before him.
It was the single most erotic moment of his life.
Only inches separated her mouth from the heavy head of his cock.
Just the thought of her tiny red lips stretched around him, taking him deep into the warm recesses of her mouth, filled him with nearly incomprehensible heat.
Her hand reached out to cup him, and his bollocks tightened in her hand.
He was on fire, every inch of him a sensitive trigger to the touch.
“Meg—” His voice cracked with what was supposed to sound like a warning. If she wanted to make him beg, she was succeeding. She was torturing him. Paying him back every bit for the teasing he’d given her. This woman could bring him to his knees.
She positioned her mouth inches away from him and parted her soft, moist lips. Her hands moved behind to hold his buttocks. “I wonder …”
His eyes sparked black with passion, and his jaw clenched tight. The vein at his neck twitched. Damn her. She’d turned him into a quivering mess. She was well aware of how badly he wanted her to take him in her delectable little mouth.
“I wonder,” she continued, “if you taste as good as you look.”
“Oh God, Meg …,” he said with a guttural moan.
He beaded again, and her wicked tongue flicked out to taste him. “Mmm,” she murmured.
His legs nearly buckled.
She laughed wickedly and traced a path with her tongue that her finger had forged up the long length of him.
He swore and groaned, running his hands through the soft silk of her hair, silently begging. Finally, she gave it to him. Her tongue swirled around the top of him, and slowly she closed her mouth over him.
Alex lost the power to think. He’d died and gone to heaven.
Her mouth drew him in, deeper and deeper. Milking him long and hard, stroking him with her mouth and tongue. He wanted to come so badly, he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust and explode deep in her mouth.
With a small groan, he tore her mouth from him.
He’d had enough of this exquisite torture.
Breathing hard, he framed her face with his hands and lowered himself to his knees to face her.
She looked like a debauched angel. His chest tightened with emotion, and a wave of incomparable tenderness swept over him.
He’d never felt so close to anyone in his life.
Slowly, he lowered her onto the waiting plaid. After settling his hips between her lean legs, he eased her open with his fingers, stroking her body from its own sated slumber of exhaustion until her hips rocked against him again.
Tiny whimpers sounded from between her parted lips.
Her head tossed back and forth, a look of wild abandon transforming her features.
She was close. And so was he. She began to moan, loudly this time, and he covered her mound with his hand, putting even more pressure against the surging violence of her release.
He cupped her as she writhed in pleasure against his hand.
Right before she crested, he plunged deep inside her, filling her to the hilt in one smooth movement.
Tight, unbelievable heat surrounded him.
He closed his eyes and thrust, urging her sensitive, tingling flesh to crest again. Sweat born of forced control gathered on his chest and brow as he tried to be careful, she was so small.
“I won’t break,” she whispered, reading his mind. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you, Alex.”
Damn her, she didn’t know what she was asking.
But her luminous green eyes saw right through him, forcing him to reveal every dark, tortured part of him.
The place no one had ever seen before. Something in him broke.
He was out of control, raw, exposed. All that was left was his primal need for her.
The all-consuming fire that raged inside him that only she could douse.
So he gave it to her, driving in hard and deep. Grinding and thrusting with all the savage emotion that she’d wrung out of him. He gave her everything. Everything but the promise of a future. And she met his dark strokes with a plunder of her own, holding his gaze, raking his soul of its secrets.
She knew just what she meant to him.
He felt the pressure building, knowing that he could not hold on much longer. He looked deep into her eyes, silently seeking … acceptance. Something almost sacred passed between them. A reflection of a love so pure, it dissolved the last shadow between them.
A wave of unbelievable euphoria crashed over him as he came, the sheer force causing him to let out a deep roar. Her own cries met his own. Again and again his body clenched with release, shooting his seed deep inside her as they crashed together in a perfect storm.
Meg thought she must have died. She couldn’t move if her life depended on it. Never had she felt so completely drained and yet so completely fulfilled at the same time.
Alex collapsed next to her. She managed to curl up next to him and rest her head on his chest, listening to the fierce pounding of his heart. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight into the curve of his body.
Neither of them spoke. Words seemed wholly inadequate.
Never could she have believed that her body was capable of expending so much energy and experiencing so much ecstasy. Four times he’d driven her to paradise. She didn’t think she could handle that again.
The horror of the thought stopped her heart. There might never be another time. He’d warned her, but she’d never expected … this. What had just happened between them was cataclysmic, but it hadn’t changed the fact that she would leave on the morrow.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the powerful beat of his heart. She wanted to savor this moment, make it last forever.
Tomorrow would come soon enough.