The Man of her Dreams: A Paranormal Romance by Nathan Stratton Page B

When they were down to his ankles, he stood proud before her.
     
    Her eyes took in every inch. He was just as handsome out of his clothing as he was in it. Her mouth watered at the sight of his body, fully erect and waiting for her. She could have stared for an hour, but he broke her rapturous gaze with two words. “Your turn.”
     
    She came up on her knees before him. Instead of pulling off her dress, she simply lifted her arms. He grinned, kicked his pants to the side and came to her. She closed her eyes for a brief moment as he pulled on the hem of her dress, lifted the fabric over her head, and threw it to the side.
     
    They stared at each other for long moments, naked together, their bodies both flushed with erotic desire. Alexis felt his gaze as clearly as if he had placed his hands on her skin. She looked up at his face and then looked straight ahead, where her position on her knees made a certain part of his anatomy perfectly accessible. She reached out to touch him and he drew a deep breath, then took one step back.
     
    “Alexis…are you sure…”
     
    “Am I sure that I want to suck you?” she asked bluntly, and he blinked at her. She knew he was shocked by how forward she was, but she found that she loved the heady feeling of taking control over what was about to happen. “Come here,” she demanded, and he stepped toward her. This time she reached out to touch him before he could stop her again.
     
    He was so hot in her hand – hotter than she had imagined. She took her time feeling the length of him, the hard iron wrapped inside skin soft as silk. When she wrapped her fingers around him, she was gratified by the moan that ripped from deep inside him. It was the kind of moan that said he was drowning in desire, just as she was.
     
    It was all the encouragement she needed. Alexis leaned forward and blew a gentle breath across his skin. She watched as he shivered with anticipation, and then she pressed the flat of her tongue against his hard shaft. He jerked once in her hand, then his fingers curled into her hair as she opened her mouth wider and slid him inside with one long, slow and savory suck.
     
    “Alexis,” he breathed, and then he was silent except for the moans that escaped him as she moved back and forth on his delicious hardness. She put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer, taking him deeper, until his hands tightened in her hair and he pulled her away. “I can’t last if you keep that up,” he said. “And I want to last. I want to be inside you.”
     
    In response to his words, she took his hand and pulled him toward her as she fell back onto the grass. It was all the invitation Philip needed. He rose up on his knees between her legs and gently pushed them apart. With his hands on her knees, he looked down at her. After a long moment he shook his head. “You get more beautiful as every moment passes.”
     
    He watched her as she blushed hard, and then he bent low to kiss the skin of her belly, right above her belly button. His tongue began a slow trail downward and Alexis looked up at the trees swaying above her, trying to control her racing heart, trying to breathe. Everything this man did was absolutely perfect, and it seemed as though he was touching her very soul, not just her body.
     
    At the first touch of his tongue, she cried out with the intense pleasure. The sound rose into the trees and a flock of birds flushed out of the brush, winging away from the sound. She clasped the long grass in her hands as she writhed on the ground underneath him. His hands on her hips held her right where she was, while his tongue made slow circles, then faster trips around and around, until she was begging for release in a voice that was completely incoherent, even to her own ears.
     
    “Hold me,” he said to her, and she immediately let go of the grass and reached down to twine her fingers through his hair. He went back to what he was doing, those touches and licks that were now