Bianca D'Arc by King of Clubs

been
denied for a very long time, Lila threw caution to the wind and
climbed over Chip’s lap until she was straddling him, on her knees
on the couch. The new position put her above him, keeping their
lips fused as she took control of the kiss and the situation. Her
hands tugged at his clothing, pushing fabric down, off his muscular
shoulders until she could feel his hot skin beneath her fingers.
She heard the tear of fabric, but she didn’t care. She wanted to
touch him. To feel his masculine hardness against her body.
    She wanted to know his possession and possess
him in return. She’d never been so hot for a man. Not even her
husband. They’d been young and she’d been inexperienced when he’d
seduced her in a gentle, respectful loving. That tone had
characterized their entire time together and she’d loved him for
the way he’d treated her, as if she was made of spun glass. She’d
enjoyed the way he’d cherished her and their children and she’d
mourned deeply when he’d gone on without her into the next
realm.
    It had taken her years to get over his loss
but she was ready now. Ready to take the lover fate had told her
was coming. The lover who would show her things she never imagined
and would dare her to be something more than she had always been.
With this man, she would realize her full potential and together
they could do great things. If they lived long enough, that is.
    Fate was a fickle mistress and not even Lila
knew for certain what the outcome of the upcoming trial would be.
She was resigned to enjoy the time they had together until their
fate was decided by their actions. They would either survive to
fight another day, or not. Worrying about it now, while she had the
most masculine specimen of manhood she’d ever beheld under her, was
a shameful waste and she’d vowed not to allow herself to think too
hard about what was yet to be.
    Now was the important moment. The here. The
now. The man under her thighs whose rough hands were undressing
her, caressing her. Oh, yeah. This was the important thing. The
important man. And the feelings he inspired in her reawakening
body.
    Lila squirmed against him, angling her hips
so that she could feel the hard length of his cock rubbing against
her crotch. Too many layers of fabric lay between them, but she was
definitely impressed by the length and girth of him. She wanted
that monster inside her and then, after the initial frenzy had worn
off, she wanted to learn him with her tongue and discover how to
drive him wild.
    First things first, though. She was burning
up from the inside out and needed relief. She tore her lips from
his and sat back on her haunches, wanting her remaining clothing
gone. She held his gaze as her fingers went to the fastening of her
bra. Chip had already unbuttoned her blouse and it hung loosely
from her shoulders. She shrugged out of it and threw it behind her,
not caring where it landed. The bra came next and she felt a moment
of shyness as the straps slid down her arms.
    Chip must have realized her slight discomfort
because he leaned forward and kissed her gently as his fingers took
control of the fabric and slid it completely away while his mouth
distracted her. The next thing she knew was the warmth of his big
hands cupping her, his fingers stroking her nipples and playing her
body like a master. He knew just how to touch her to make
everything all right. More than all right, actually. Flaming hot
and ready was how she felt as he stroked her breasts and made love
to her mouth with his tongue.
    He drew back, breaking the kiss and held her
gaze for a moment before deliberately dropping his attention to the
heavy mounds he held in his hands. He squeezed her and plucked at
her nipples, leaning forward and angling his head downward, licking
outward with his talented tongue to play with her hard peaks. When
he sucked one tight bud into his mouth and applied his tongue, she
surprised herself with an involuntary moan.
    He smiled against her