Pier Lights by Ella M. Kaye Page B

Powerful. She loved the power of
his body. She loved that she could stand in front of him almost
naked and play with his skin as he waited.
    “Dio.”
    “Hm.”
    She ran her fingers down to circle his
nipple. And to the other, in an infinity symbol across his chest.
“You haven’t touched me yet.” Her voice came out a whisper. She
hadn’t meant it to.
    “You’re not ready for me to touch you
yet.”
    She paused, met his eyes. “How do you
know?”
    He grinned. Stayed silent.
    He was right. She wasn’t. She wanted to
explore him first. She wanted him fully naked before he touched
her. Lina had tried it before. It never worked. They were never
willing to wait that long.
    She decided to push it further, see how far
she would get before he released his control and took her. Slowly.
She wanted to make him wait.
    Continuing the infinity circle, she made it
smaller each time around, closer to touching his nipples. His body
stirred. Barely. She took it all the way in and fingered the right
nipple. She always started on the right in whatever she did. His
chin raised slightly. His chest expanded and contracted faster,
deeper. She moved her finger to the left nipple, teased, circled.
Pinched. His stomach pulled in. Yet he remained still.
    “You’re still not touching me.” She looked
into his eyes this time. Daring him. It was too dark to tell the
color.
    “You’re still not ready.”
    “Hm. How do you know?”
    “I’ll know.”
    Lina wondered if he would as she moved in,
kissed his bulky strong magnificent shoulder. She raised her other
hand so she could caress both nipples and continued her kisses,
more licks than kisses, nibbles on the softer areas where her teeth
could catch hold, down his chest. She let her hands fall to his
stomach, let her tongue continue the caress where her fingers had
been. His chest expanded and contracted. She kissed the concave
spot between his breasts, and moved her tongue to the other side.
She liked balance. They had to have equal treatment.
    “Dio.”
    “You’re still not ready.”
    “Hm. Are you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re not going to ask for what?”
    “I know for what. Yes.”
    She grinned and let her hands slide down
from his stomach to explore what she couldn’t see under his black
thin silky shorts. He hardened at her touch. His body pulled in.
His head dropped back.
    “Oh Dio. You are magnificent, aren’t you?
All the way head to toe.”
    “Lina.” His voice was breathy,
constrained.
    “Yes?”
    “You realize you’re torturing me.”
    Lina slid her palms over his thighs, brushed
up under the shorts. “Yes. And you’re holding still for me because
you like it. You like to be pushed to the edge.”
    “Yes.”
    “Mm.” She moved a hand back to cup him, to
grip him firmly. “You shouldn’t have admitted it.”
    “I will stand right here not touching you
until you tell me you want it.” His voice was nearly a growl, a
soft sexy sweet growl.
    She met his eyes. “Yes?”
    “Yes.”
    Her stomach twinged, a good twinge, a
wonderful unbelievable tight twinge. It had been so long. And she
ached to tell him she wanted it. Now. But this first time would be
their only first time, maybe their only time, and she wanted to let
herself enjoy it just as long as she could make herself hold
off.
    She liked the torture of it, as well, the
exquisite, beautiful, maddening torture of it, of wanting him, of
not allowing it. But she could allow more.
    Lina released him, let her left hand drift
behind to his curve, not much of a curve, but at least he had a
curve. She hated men with flat butts. She seriously hated men with
flat butts. Dio’s soft curve was much more sensual.
    She slipped her right hand underneath the
black loose silky shorts, let her fingers meet his soft hard
delicate skin. He groaned when she rubbed him, slowly, back and
forth. She kissed his chest as it flailed in and out, in and out.
Her tongue found his nipple. His right. She nipped it, and bit
harder. His