Embraced by Lora Leigh Page A

hands. Do you know how
often I’ve dreamed of watching your hands stroke me?”
    She could feel the pressure burning in her
clit as he urged her on.
    Her hands trembled, fumbled with the tab of
his zipper, but finally managed to work it over the straining erection. She
heard him moan as her fingers brushed the tightly stretched cotton of his boxer
briefs as her eyes opened, widened as she glimpsed the impressive length of him
beneath the material.
    His fingers tightened in her hair.
    “Do it, baby,” he growled, his voice
resonating with the same painful hunger whipping through her body. “Release my
cock. Touch me, before I go crazy here.”
    She pulled the elastic waistband down,
pushing at it as it cleared his thighs, freeing the dark length of his erection
to her touch. She touched him timidly, amazed at the feeling of satin warmth,
and beneath it, iron-hard strength. Thick veins ridged the length of his cock
as the pulse of blood pounded at the flesh.
    The head was flared, a perfect mushroom
shape designed for pleasure, damp with pre-come and throbbing imperatively.
Closing her eyes, Marey allowed her tongue to peek out, to wash over the crest,
tasting the salty male essence of him as he moaned roughly.
    “There you go.” His breathing was rough,
his voice deeper. “Let me feel that soft little tongue. Do you know it feels
like hot silk?”
    She licked over the head again, moaning
herself at the taste of him. She wanted him, wanted more, she wanted to consume
him.

Chapter Six
     
    Sax knew he was walking a thin, fragile line
with Marey. Her sexual confidence, as Ella had warned him, was extremely low.
Nearly untried, hesitant, frightened, but so naturally sensual she was blowing
his mind as she licked and probed at the tight, desperate flesh of his cock.
    He wanted to push inside her mouth, wanted
to fuck her lips and feel her sucking at him hungrily. But not yet. He had to
let her take him as she needed him, explore and make him insane with the hot
bite of lust.
    His fingers tightened in her hair as her
lips finally began to join the play. She sipped at the head of his cock,
caressing him with feather soft strokes he was certain were designed to strip
him of control. She was killing him, lick by slow, luscious lick.
    “Oh hell. Yes. God, yes.” The words were
torn from him as her lips finally, blessedly, wrapped around the straining head
of his cock and sucked him in.
    Heat lashed at him, whipping through his
shaft, tightening his scrotum and sending electrical impulses of sheer sensual
pleasure streaking up his spine. He held her head, keeping her in position,
holding her that she could only suck him deeper, but never fully release him.
    She was moaning around the flesh stuffing
her mouth, her tongue lashing at it as she sucked at him.
    “Damn, your mouth is paradise,” he growled.
“All silky and wet and hot. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick, sweetheart.”
    He couldn’t stop the words from pouring
from his lips. Each phrase made her hotter, made her mouth tighten on him, her
little tongue to go wild along the underside of the bulging head.
    “That’s a good girl,” he crooned to her,
closing his eyes, his head falling back on his shoulders as she sucked him like
a little sex goddess. “Damn, Marey, that’s so good. So damned good it’s all I
can do to hold back, baby.”
    He could feel the tightening in his balls,
feel his release gathering, threatening to break the fragile control he was
fighting so hard for. He wouldn’t come in her mouth, not yet, not like this.
When he filled her with his semen, it would be in a far more satisfying place
than her sweet, hot little mouth. At least, he hoped it would.
    “Enough.” His voice was a rasping sound of
desperation as his fingers pulled at her hair in warning, intending to draw her
back.
    A sharp moan echoed around the stiff flesh
she suckled as he pulled the strands. Her fingers clenched tighter at his
straining thighs as her back arched.
    Sax grimaced