Before the Mission Begins (When The Mission Ends) by Christi Snow

thought this was a good idea? But then his eyes met hers and she saw nothing there but admiration and desire.
    “You are so damn beautiful, Butterfly. I want to make this so good for you.” H is voice was so low with desire and he levered his body over her. His touch was a slow, erotic torture, but what an amazing way to die. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to relax into him. She wanted this. She wanted him. She didn’t want to mess this up.
    Suddenly he stopped , holding his hips still between her own, and placed his hand on her face. She couldn’t stop the flinch of surprise.
    “Julie,” his voice was gentle, “baby, look at me.” She opened her eyes to see his full of concern. “There you are. Come on, Butterfly. Stay with me and this will be good. I promise you. Just keep your eyes on me.”
    She swallowed hard and focused on the heat simmering between them. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Let’s keep going.”
    “No, you’re not. I can see that much, but you will be. Butterfly, you can’t force this. If you try, it won’ t work. Trust me, okay?”
    She nodded.
    “If I do anything that doesn’t feel right, that doesn’t feel good, you need to let me know. This is all about feeling good. I promise you, if you trust me, it’s going to feel fantastic.” He reached up to touch the swell of her breast. “I adore your breasts.”
    He caressed around the edge of the purple lace of her bra , the calluses of his fingertips dipping under the lace and she watched as he leaned down to kiss her lightly above the swell. His eyes never left hers and the depth of feeling she saw there just about melted her panties. One flick of his tongue and she was writhing beneath him again.
    He tantalized the swell of one breast then the other, before he fingered the clasp in between. “May I?”
    “Oh yeah, please.” The pleading in her voice was unmistakable and it should both er her but she was beyond that because suddenly her breasts were freed and his lips and tongue were on her nipple. She arched her back and hissed an urgent, “Chris!”
    He reached across and soothed her other nipple until it was as peaked and rigid as the one currently in his mouth. He lifted off momentarily. “Just keep your eyes on me, Butterfly. That’s right.”
    He wove a spell over her body, leaving her writhing and begging for more. She reached for him, but he would have none of that. Instead of coming up to where she wanted him, he kissed down her body and settled in the juncture between her thighs. She watched him warily, but there was no denying the passion in his eyes which worked to jack up her own arousal even higher.
    He pressed his lips against her panties and her clit throbbed in response.
    “You’re soaking wet, Butterfly, and that’s so incredibly sexy. In just a few minutes I’m going to sink into this moist heat and it’s going to be so damned good, but first I’m going to teach you how to fly.” His words were spoken so low she could barely hear him, but every breath from his mouth fluttered over her clenching mound like a sweet caress. “Would you like that?”
    She nodded. Words were beyond her at this moment. With heart-stopping methodical movements, he removed her garters, thigh high tights, and panties, and then he settled back between her legs.
    The first touch of his tongue against her felt like nothing short of heaven. She’d never had a guy do this to her before and that was just so wrong, because this was the most amazing feeling ever. His finger moved in conjunction with the pressure and nibbling of his tongue, sliding and pressing into her. A pulse spiraled throughout her body. When a second finger joined the first, Julie gasped as the walls clenched and throbbed over his fingers. Never in her life had she experienced an orgasm so hard or for so long.
    He murmured words against her skin as he brought her back from her pleasure, but her ears weren’t working right because she couldn’t make out