23 #2
Until she saw just why he had pulled back from her.
Gaze unmoving from her, features appearing as if he were on fire within, he pulled off his clothes with quick, jerky motions.
But no matter how fast he undressed, Iris was determined to drink her fill.
His chest was just as barrel-shaped as she’d imagined, wide and corded with thick muscles that strained as he disrobed.
A faint dusting of hair trailed down his rippled abdomen, disappearing in the waistband of his breeches.
He pulled those breeches down, and his member sprang free, and a bloom of moist heat between her legs had her gasping.
Before she could fully appreciate the sight of him, however, he was back at her side, guiding her up so her head was resting on the pillow.
And then his mouth was back on her breast, and every coherent thought in her head vanished like mist.
But whereas his kisses and caresses had been intense while they’d been standing, now that they were lying together, bare bodies flush against one another, his hot erection pressing into her leg, they were so much more.
She felt surrounded by him, consumed by him, and yet also the very center of his universe.
Every kiss, every caress, seemed for the sole purpose of her pleasure.
His hands skimmed over her body as if she were a priceless musical instrument, fingers playing a tune on her overly sensitive skin.
He trailed his lips and tongue over her, sucking and licking, making her twitch and moan.
Lower and lower down her body he went, each touch of him against her making that place between her legs ache so much more, making her gasps that much more breathless and her moans that much more desperate.
Dear God, the things he was making her feel.
When they had lain together that first time, the pleasure had shocked her with its intensity.
She had never felt anything close to that in her entire two and thirty years.
But this left even that in the dust. Lying naked beneath him should have had her feeling horribly vulnerable, should have overwhelmed her to the point that she could not fully enjoy the things he was doing to her.
Yet it did just the opposite. Every touch was that much more intense now that there was nothing between them, every kiss increased in intimacy.
And then he did the most intimate thing possible: He gently guided her legs apart, slid the breadth of his shoulders between her trembling thighs, and after the barest pause, with his breath stirring the curls between her legs, he pressed his mouth there at the core of her.
She gasped, head rearing off the pillow.
Not that she should have been surprised.
She was nothing if not a naturalist. Though she had never experienced such a thing before, her insatiable curiosity meant that she knew what people got up to when intimate with one another.
Even so, she had certainly never thought such a thing could happen to her .
Nor had she begun to guess what seeing his dark head between her thighs would do to her.
The shocked numbness of a moment earlier was gone in an instant, replaced with a searing heat that had her gasping for another reason entirely.
As she watched, his tongue slowly dragged up her slit.
“My God, you taste like heaven,” he breathed before, head dipping low again, he opened his mouth fully over her swollen flesh.
Iris wanted to keep watching him. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed, seeing him fairly worship her between her legs.
But his kiss there overwhelmed her so entirely she could do little else but drop her head back in silent supplication.
His lips played over her, sucking, kissing, caressing, bringing her to new heights of pleasure.
Through it all his hands remained busy, kneading into her hips, running down her legs, gliding up her spine when she arched up, a silent supplication for more.
Which he gave her, willingly and totally.
With a low moan he dipped his tongue between her folds, finding that bud of pleasure that fairly pulsed with need.
She cried out then, hands going to his hair, even as she pressed up into his mouth.
His moan turned to a growl, a sound that vibrated through the very core of her.
In the next instant his fingers were there, easing into her, finding some secret spot inside her, and she splintered.
Before she could become whole again, before the pulses of pleasure could ebb, he was over her, eyes glittering with a wild need, the blunt tip of his member pressing against her.
But there was hesitation, a question in his gaze that battled with that need.
She wasted not a moment in answering, wrapping her legs about his hips, urging him inside her, pulling his head down to take his lips with hers.
She tasted herself on his tongue as, with a groan, he sank into her.
He held himself above her, muscles trembling, cock pulsing inside her, and the pleasure that had begun to wane flared back to glorious life.
But he did not move. Instead, he cradled her head in his hands and kissed her as if she were the most precious gift.
The connection in this simple act humbled her.
She thought then how incredible this moment was, two people from different walks of life, together in a precious sliver of time, as if a thread of fate had brought them here.
It made tears spring to her eyes, filling a gaping emptiness in her, making her feel whole for the first time in too long, perhaps even for the first time ever.
He began to move in slow, easy strokes that had that passion from before building anew with a swiftness that stunned her.
He must have felt it, too, if the hitch in his breathing was any indication.
He tore his mouth free, forehead falling to her shoulder, breath uneven and harsh in her ear.
She clung to him, fingers scoring the sweat-slicked expanse of his back as his movements quickened, as the bliss spiraled up into the stratosphere.
He hooked one arm under her leg, pulling it up.
The angle brought him even deeper within her, hitting someplace new, someplace that had her breaking apart again.
But this was no splintering. No, it was a glorious explosion, like a brilliant firework lighting up the night sky, raining down shining light as, Oliver crying his own release above her, she fell back to earth in his arms.