her desire only made it stronger. She whispered, “Make love to me, Sumner.”
She only wanted him to kiss her again. Touch her. She could not pretend otherwise. He held a power over her with anticipation. She leaned upward and kissed him. When their lips broke contact, his fingertips brushed her cheek, then gently closed on a lock of her hair which had escaped its confinement.
“I am half mad with the thought of what could have happened to you. If anything—”
“It didn’t and I’m here with you.”
She touched him. Her hands skimmed along his bare chest, down his lean muscular stomach to the most essentially male part. Her fingers played along the hardened ridge. She heard him release a low groan in her ear.
He reached down and took her hand in his, pulling it back up.
“Slowly, my lovely. Slowly.”
She complied, encircling her arms around his neck. She edged closer to him. He smelled of the woods. She inhaled his fragrance as soothing to her as a rose in bloom.
He kissed her gently, progressing into a deliberate series of teasing kisses, eliciting sensations of pleasure promised. He bit her lower lip, used his tongue to taunt her, luring into his world of passion.
Within the shadowed intimacy, her body reveled shamefully with each of his kisses…his caresses. He kissed her gently, deepening until desire pulsed in the joining of their lips. Her body throbbed with want.
His mouth claimed hers again with a ferociously driven possession. Breaking from her lips, he began a descent along her sensitized skin. With warm breaths, he whispered, “Let me touch you, kiss you as I want, my beautiful lady.”
She felt beautiful in his arms…so desired. She arched toward him, giving all she had to offer. He shifted closer. His hard arousal pressed against her thighs reflected his own want. Cupping her breasts in his hands, his fingers circled her nipples, gently eliciting a need within her that only he could answer.
Her body lay in wait, enthralled by the slightest caress. Her breaths shortened as he focused on her breasts, suckling each in turn. Her pleasure sharpened, making her arousal almost desperate.
“I need you…I need you now,” she uttered weakly, submitting to the control he had over her.
“Not as I need you.”
His voice resonated around her. She lost herself in his essence as they became one. With every caress, every touch, they journeyed together along a path of desire. His caresses became more intimate towards the private place that throbbed with want.
His hands parted her legs, caressing and stroking her inner thighs, the swells and the cleft of her bottom. His fingers slipped inside her…so hot…so wet, intensifying the pleasure. She gritted her teeth to hold back her cries.
Grasping his shoulders, she pulled him to her. He stroked long and deeply, spreading the escalating waves of pleasure. She lifted her legs to draw him in more, wanting him inside of her. In that moment in time, nothing else existed…the whole world became his hands, his mouth…his being.
Her lower pulse built and built, intensified by overwhelming sensations. Cascading sensations stunned her and pushed her into total abandonment. He mounted her then and took her hard.
She surrendered herself to the madness, raising her hips to encourage each thrust. He quickened his entries until her passion burst. Nothing mattered but him as the deep fires of passion transformed her and carried her to a plateau where waves of pleasure enthralled her.
Their gazes locked, exchanging an intimacy so deep, so profound that it made all else irrelevant. He was hers as she was his. They stayed that way, linked in the darkness.
* * * *
The night passed. Jane wanted nothing more than to halt the advancement of morning, but it was an impossibility. With his body warm against her back, she snuggled closer to him. He made no sound, but she knew he had not slept.
Her heart broke for the words not spoken. Yet, she feared she hadn’t the
She only wanted him to kiss her again. Touch her. She could not pretend otherwise. He held a power over her with anticipation. She leaned upward and kissed him. When their lips broke contact, his fingertips brushed her cheek, then gently closed on a lock of her hair which had escaped its confinement.
“I am half mad with the thought of what could have happened to you. If anything—”
“It didn’t and I’m here with you.”
She touched him. Her hands skimmed along his bare chest, down his lean muscular stomach to the most essentially male part. Her fingers played along the hardened ridge. She heard him release a low groan in her ear.
He reached down and took her hand in his, pulling it back up.
“Slowly, my lovely. Slowly.”
She complied, encircling her arms around his neck. She edged closer to him. He smelled of the woods. She inhaled his fragrance as soothing to her as a rose in bloom.
He kissed her gently, progressing into a deliberate series of teasing kisses, eliciting sensations of pleasure promised. He bit her lower lip, used his tongue to taunt her, luring into his world of passion.
Within the shadowed intimacy, her body reveled shamefully with each of his kisses…his caresses. He kissed her gently, deepening until desire pulsed in the joining of their lips. Her body throbbed with want.
His mouth claimed hers again with a ferociously driven possession. Breaking from her lips, he began a descent along her sensitized skin. With warm breaths, he whispered, “Let me touch you, kiss you as I want, my beautiful lady.”
She felt beautiful in his arms…so desired. She arched toward him, giving all she had to offer. He shifted closer. His hard arousal pressed against her thighs reflected his own want. Cupping her breasts in his hands, his fingers circled her nipples, gently eliciting a need within her that only he could answer.
Her body lay in wait, enthralled by the slightest caress. Her breaths shortened as he focused on her breasts, suckling each in turn. Her pleasure sharpened, making her arousal almost desperate.
“I need you…I need you now,” she uttered weakly, submitting to the control he had over her.
“Not as I need you.”
His voice resonated around her. She lost herself in his essence as they became one. With every caress, every touch, they journeyed together along a path of desire. His caresses became more intimate towards the private place that throbbed with want.
His hands parted her legs, caressing and stroking her inner thighs, the swells and the cleft of her bottom. His fingers slipped inside her…so hot…so wet, intensifying the pleasure. She gritted her teeth to hold back her cries.
Grasping his shoulders, she pulled him to her. He stroked long and deeply, spreading the escalating waves of pleasure. She lifted her legs to draw him in more, wanting him inside of her. In that moment in time, nothing else existed…the whole world became his hands, his mouth…his being.
Her lower pulse built and built, intensified by overwhelming sensations. Cascading sensations stunned her and pushed her into total abandonment. He mounted her then and took her hard.
She surrendered herself to the madness, raising her hips to encourage each thrust. He quickened his entries until her passion burst. Nothing mattered but him as the deep fires of passion transformed her and carried her to a plateau where waves of pleasure enthralled her.
Their gazes locked, exchanging an intimacy so deep, so profound that it made all else irrelevant. He was hers as she was his. They stayed that way, linked in the darkness.
* * * *
The night passed. Jane wanted nothing more than to halt the advancement of morning, but it was an impossibility. With his body warm against her back, she snuggled closer to him. He made no sound, but she knew he had not slept.
Her heart broke for the words not spoken. Yet, she feared she hadn’t the
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