A Major Attraction by Marie Harte

let her wrists go. Without thinking about it, she locked her hands around his thick neck. It seemed an eternity before he finally removed her bra. He divested her of the rest of her clothing a little faster, as if he too had reached his breaking point.
    “Kyle, in me, now.” She twisted against him. “Take off your clothes.”
    “Not yet.”
    He reached down and cupped her mound, rubbing his palm against her slick folds. God, she was so wet.
    Staring into her upturned face, he must have read something there that pleased him. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
    “But we made love yesterday,” she protested, aware that she said “made love” as opposed to “had sex.” With Kyle, emotion tangled with the physical, and she was helpless to separate the two.
    “We did.” He nodded and walked with her to her bed. He lowered them both to it, leaning into her. She felt the thick ridge of his desire prodding her through his jeans. “I told you I had dreams on board that ship. Thoughts of you under me, of my cock filling that tight pussy. Of making you mine.”
    He kissed her, no give in the embrace. His tongue thrust inside to lick every inch of her mouth, dueling with her tongue. He sucked the breath from her until she could do nothing but moan his name.
    “Kyle. Kyle,” she pleaded and arched into his questing hands while his skilled mouth found the vulnerable point of her neck beneath her ear.
    “Not yet.” He nipped at her earlobe and plunged his tongue into her ear.
    She bucked off the bed in a riot of sensation.
    His lips trailed down her body, following the path of his hands. Lower they moved, until his breath passed through the strip of curls guarding her sex.
    “You smell so good.” He inhaled, his nose brushing her clit. “I bet you taste even better.”
    Ecstasy shot through her blood when his teeth caught her hard flesh in a light bite. She thrust up into his face, helpless to deny the urges demanding satisfaction.
    “Such a sweet pussy.” He groaned and licked in earnest. His lips were like magic, his tongue the perfect tool as pressed knowingly on the most sensitive parts of her body. He stroked and pushed her clit, stretching her nerves thin. Running his rough palms over her thighs, he stoked the fire higher. The intimate play of his hands and mouth over her brought her deeper under his spell. He continued to bring her near climax, only to back off before she crested the edge. Then he’d start again.
    “Kyle, you’re killing me,” she whispered as he sucked hard. His tongue shot into her sheath, licking her cream.
    He pulled away to rumble, “I’m killing me,” and the vibration of his groan shot sparks of pleasure up her spine. “Come for me.” He licked her again with a steady tongue.
    She was so close…
    “Yeah, gimme that honey. Come all over my mouth,” he urged and palmed her ass, pulling her into his mouth with those sexy work-roughened hands.
    “I want you in me.” She squirmed, wanting to hold back, but she was losing her last hold on her control.
    “Fuck, you taste good. I want more, Olivia. Your sweet pussy, your mouth, that tight ass. You’re so fucking wet I’m ready to come in my pants. Fucking come, baby. Let me swallow you up.”
    His talk, combined with the raspy lick of his tongue, tipped the scales. With a final bite, he sent her into a climax so deep her body shook from not one but several orgasms, coming one on top of the other.
    She screamed his name as she came, gushing all over him, barely aware of his hungry mouth, of his steady tongue as he continued to lick her.
    He groaned and shuddered, his fingers gripping her tight to his mouth.
    When she finally came down off her high, she lifted her head to see him gazing at her with deep satisfaction.
    “Oh my God.” Her head fell back to the bed, and she tried to catch her breath, completely wrung out. “What did you do to me?”
    He shimmied up the bed to lie next to her, his gaze and palms