TouchofTopaz by N.J. Walters Page B

crazy.”
    His deep voice was pure seduction and his touch was setting
her skin on fire. She reached down, grabbed his hand and placed it on her
breast. He squeezed and plumped the mound even as his thumb circled the
straining nipple through the fabric.
    “Oh yeah. This is what I want. You’re so damn sexy.” He slid
his hands back up to the straps and slowly pulled them down to her elbows and
then lower, exposing her breasts. The top half of her nightgown pooled around
her waist. “You’re perfect.”
    He moved her back slightly on his lap and leaned forward.
Her eyelids half closed in anticipation of having his mouth on her. But he
shifted to the side and reached into the bowl of strawberries, plucking one
out. The berry was mounded with cream. She shivered in anticipation, wondering
what he would do.
    John brought the berry to her breast and circled her nipple
with it, leaving a dollop of cream on the tip. Topaz moaned as the cool berry
came in contact with her heated skin. Then he went on to the other one and did
the same.
    “Your nipples are even sweeter than the strawberries. Red
and ripe and ready for me to taste.”
    No man had ever said such things to her. Her pussy ached for
his touch. She was empty and aching for him, wanting him to fill her, take her.
Her entire body was alive, nerve endings firing, straining, waiting for his
next move.
    “I never did get enough dessert. Did you?” He brought the
berry to her lips. “Taste.” She took the strawberry into her mouth and bit into
the succulent treat. John leaned down and circled one taut nipple with his
tongue, licking off the surrounding cream.
    “Mmm.” I think my treat is better than yours.” Her head fell
back as he closed his mouth over the cream-covered bud and sucked. Her thighs
tightened around his and she grabbed his shoulders for support.
    He released her nipple, circling it with his tongue. “Can’t
miss any of the cream.”
    “No,” she agreed, her voice hoarse with need. “Can’t do
that. It would be wasteful.”
    His low laugh made her pussy clench and she grabbed his head
and drew him to her other breast. He plumped the mound in his hand and lapped
at cream covering it. He stroked and licked, teasing the rigid bud at the tip
with his tongue until she thought she might go crazy.
    She touched his chest and realized, while she was half naked,
he was still totally dressed. She yanked at his shirt, needing to feel his
warm, hard flesh beneath her hands. He leaned back and let her pull it over her
head. She tossed his shirt aside and skimmed her hands over the rigid muscles.
There was not a single ounce of fat on the man. He was all rippling muscles and
strength.
    “Let’s get this off you.” John gathered the fabric of her
nightgown and pulled it over her head. She raised her arms, helping him to
remove it. Naked, she sat on his lap and let him look his fill. She was tall
and slender with minimal curves. Her build was more lanky than curvaceous, but
her breasts were a decent size and well-shaped.
    His hands closed around her hips and he slid them over her
waist. His thumbs trailed over her abdomen, stopping beneath her breasts. “You
are so fucking sexy.” He cupped her breasts, molding them with his hands. He
caressed and teased them, plucking at her nipples with his thumb and
forefinger.
    She moved against him, pressing her lower body against his jean-covered
erection. Not satisfied with that, she tugged at the zipper.
    Every cell in John’s body screamed at him to take Topaz.
Now. He could taste the combination of sweet berry, rich cream and warm woman
on his tongue, could still feel the tight bud of her nipple. Her skin was like
the cream he’d put on it—soft and rich and addictive. Her nipple was sweeter
than any berry he’d ever eaten.
    Having her naked, sitting on his lap was a fantasy come
true, but he wanted her to find her pleasure before he sought his. It would
make the entire experience even better for both of