Who's That Lady? by Andrea Jackson Page A

beneath. The expanse of velvety skin captivated her avid gaze. She let her hands slide over his bulging shoulder muscles, traced a pulsing vein’s path from his neck down over his well-defined pecs into where it vanished in a mat of chest hair. She marveled that his anatomy could be so like hers and yet so unlike. Where she was soft and brown, he was hard and chocolatey. Where she was rounded, he was sculpted. Where she was smooth, he was feathered with whorls of hair. The exquisite miracle of his body almost brought tears to her eyes. Tenderly stroking him, Crystal felt as if she’d stepped into another world in which every nerve in her body pulsated with desire. She wanted to devour every ounce of him.
    His chest heaved in great, irregular tremors. She drew the shirt open further to reveal the ripples of flesh banding his taut stomach. She dragged her hands downward, then spread her fingers to play with the ridges marking his ribs. Smooth skin, feverish to her touch. She closed her eyes to allow her other senses to savor the sensations while she stroked him up and down, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his body. She absorbed the heat building between her splayed legs, relished the sweet, hot breath against her face as he skimmed kisses across her cheek and throat.
    Rough fuzz tantalized her palms as she swept her hands over his chest. Her fingers discovered the pebbly nubs of his nipples and she opened her eyes again to scrutinize with longing greed the nearly black aureoles surrounding each straining peak. Hot sweet coffee. The image drew her to taste it. In dreamlike slowness, she lowered her head, feeling her breath spread hot on his breast, opening her mouth wide to take in as much of his flesh as she could savor while the bud prodded her tongue like a sweet hard candy.
    She was so engrossed in the pleasure of suckling him that it was moments before she became aware of the commotion swirling around and under her. Key’s entire body bucked and shuddered beneath her. His hands were everywhere on her, ripping at her clothes, squeezing her skin, all the while tugging her even tighter against him. His strained voice babbled, pleaded and demanded without words.
    His excitement abruptly pushed her over the edge. Crystal shattered right there on his lap, shuddering and screaming and digging her nails into his naked shoulders. When awareness returned, she saw him staring at her open-mouthed. She could only stare back as her breath hitched and her heartbeat slammed so loudly he must hear it.
    He gave a shout of laughter and squeezed both hands on her buttocks to lift her closer against him, grinding on her wet center. Crystal spread her thighs wider, ravenous with need for him. They both went into a frenzy to get each other’s clothes off.
    The shock of skin to skin brought a gasp of sheer exhilaration. She felt herself falling, falling through clouds of psychic chaos. She tightened her arms around his shoulders. He was the only thing real in the universe of swirling mayhem.
    Oh, yes! The abrasion of his chest against her breasts and the slickness of his mouth trailing across her face combined to propel her to a second orgasm while he molded her body to fit with his. Somebody was moaning. Or maybe the universe was moaning with jealousy, she decided, when his hands cupped her buttocks through the fabric of her panties, kneading, rubbing and pressing.
    His hands were big and strong, yet gentle. She loved what they were doing to her. Oh, God, how long had it been since she’d had a man’s hands on her butt like that? She let her head fall back and moaned with the sheer ecstasy of it.
    “Oh, yeah, oh baby,” he whispered. His hands scrambled to get inside her panties, where he stroked the wet vee of her femininity and almost drove her to distraction. The world tilted and she found herself on her back, being eased to the floor in front of the couch. His big body hovered over her. His mouth alternated kisses on her throat, her