Reflecting On Wishes (The Wishes Series) by DeAnna Felthauser Page B

replaced them with his at the clasp that rested between the lush valley of her breasts.
    “You’re my present remember? I get to unwrap you.” His voice was husky, laced with desire.
    The only response she gave was a sly smile. Reaching for the waistband of his boxers, she easily tugged them over his muscled hips. His erection popped free, jutting up proudly against her stomach. The flash of heat in her eyes made him throb for her. He took his time smoothing the red lace cups over the swell of her breasts, sliding the straps from her shoulders and letting it swish to the floor while his large hands cupped her soft mounds and molded them in his palms. When her body swayed towards his he grunted, rubbing his hands up the soft swells of feminine flesh to caress the slope of her neck as he took her mouth with his. The hunger for her was ferocious and unapologetic. He was a starved man drinking from the well of the goddess he had craved for so long. This time they wouldn’t be rushed and their senses wouldn’t be dulled with too much tequila and beer. He was sipping from the most intoxicating, exotic fruit and he wanted to savor it. This night, he was going to do everything in his power to not only memorize every dip and sway of her body, but to imprint himself so deeply into her soul she would never want another. She belonged to him. If she didn’t already realize it, she would before the sun rose again.
    With one hand at the small of her back and the other wrapped in her hair at the nape of her neck, Dakota walked her backwards until the backs of her knees were against the edge of her bed. Easing her back until she lay beneath him with her big brown eyes staring heatedly into his, he trailed damp kisses down her throat sucking the swells of her breasts into his mouth, lapping them roughly with his tongue. Her sweet voice was filling the room with guttural groans and gasps that sounded like a sexual symphony. By the time his mouth sucked heavily on the tips of her breasts, Angel had his waist wrapped with her lean legs and her hips were lifting and rolling against him. The wet lace of her panties was pure torture against his aching shaft. But he wasn’t about to be deterred or rushed. She was his birthday gift and by god he was going to enjoy her. It was hard enough to not lose control, fueled from smelling her arousal. He was on a mission. This wasn’t going to be an average lovemaking. Whether she knew it or not, he was claiming her body, heart and soul.
    Squeezing her breasts, Dakota moved from one to the other, giving long, tight, sucking kisses to the tips while he nudged his hips in slow circles between her thighs. Her fingers massage d his scalp and down his neck. Her sharp fingernails were making their mark on his neck and shoulders when he grazed his teeth over her swollen nipples, one after the other. He looked up at her to watch her face as he continued his assault on the taut peaks of her breasts. Truly, she looked like a goddess. There was a glow about her, a seductive air that drew him under her spell to the point he only wanted to please her.
    “Dakota—please , Papi,” she begged. Her throaty request was enough to make him release her succulent flesh with an errant pop of her wet flesh leaving his lips. He loved that her Latin accent was enhanced even more when she was aroused.
    “Please what , baby?” He knew what she needed. Still, he wanted to hear it. He craved hearing her ask for it. For him.
    “I need you… now .” she whimpered. The seductive lure of her sex-laced voice had him abandoning his initial plan of driving her crazy, dragging out the release he wanted to sear her soul with. Now he wanted to make her orgasm so fast and so hard that she sobbed with pleasure.
    “That’s what I wanted to hear. You, begging…” he didn’t say another word. Instead, he ran his hands down her body and grip ped her thighs, parting them further and licking her panty clad sex, rubbing his face against