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Authors: Jennifer Blake
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she moved against him in accommodation.
It was her last conscious decision. His mouth on hers destroyed thought, and the caresses of his hard hands pushed aside the barriers of polite social usage between them as he stripped away the silk that covered her. If they had ever been strangers, they were no longer.
His warm breath grazing her nipple caused it to contract. He laved the sweet, crinkled nub with his tongue in pensive pleasure, circling the dusky coral aureole and the pale, soft-skinned mound that trembled with the beating of her heart. Arriving at the peak once more, he took it into his mouth with gentle suction, delicate abrasion.
Cammie smoothed her hands over his shoulders, pressing the sensitive palms to the ridged muscles while rich, triumphant pleasure rose inside her. With it was mingled an immense, spreading lassitude. She wanted this moment, this night of storm, never to end.
Alive, she could not remember ever being so alive. With deep drawn breaths, she reveled in the burgeoning responses of her body. She was aware with every molecule of her being of the man who held her, the formidable strength of his lithe form, the fresh, heated male scent of him, the silken curl of his hair at the base of his neck, the taut resilience of his skin.
He trailed a row of kisses, moist and heated, down the valley between her breasts, to her navel, then lower. He brushed the flat surface of her abdomen with his lips, made wet arabesques with his tongue, then blew warm air across the sensitive curls at the apex of her thighs. The rapture of it spiraled through her, sending a shudder of intense longing deep into the lower part of her body.
It was a craving that he tended with refinements so consummate and drawn out that they bordered on torture. Inhaling her scent like the fragrance of an exotic flower, he delved into its heart, tasting her, laving the most sensitive and delicate portion with his tongue, drinking the nectar that she released for him.
The muscles of her abdomen convulsed, and a soft moan sounded in her throat. He paid no attention, but gathered her hips in his hands and lifted her closer.
The rain fell. They never noticed. With eager mouths and questing hands, searing want and fierce restraint, they sought each other on the mattress. In lightning's silver outlining, they handled the springing hardness and liquid softness of each other's bodies, learning texture and tone, the shaping of the bones underneath, the sites of utmost response.
They did not speak above a whisper. With concern and carefully gathered signals, they dredged their hearts for grace and the gifts of transient pleasure, and spread them before each other. And in the process they wove a fabric of desire, mutual and immutable, that had in its strength some emotion so much greater than mere lust that it might substitute, for this one night, for a minor form of love.
She brushed a hand along his side, caressing the faint ridges of one of several old scars. Moving her fingers farther down, to the line of his taut flank, she clenched them, letting him feel the light scrape of her nails. He shivered, a gasp catching in his throat. She kissed his shoulder and raked it gently with her teeth, then licked the tiny sting away, tasting the salted essence of him. He pressed into her with the long, hard fingers she had wondered about, had needed. With an incoherent murmur, she tensed against him, around him, undulating in the grip of fierce, annihilating wonder.
He needed no other sign. He placed his knee between her smooth thighs, spreading them wide, fitting his hardness into her wet, tender depths.
Cammie shuddered with the intensity of the delight brought by that fevered joining. She wanted him deep, and with the need, opened herself completely to him in trembling demand. He met it, pressing slowly in and out, teasing, taking her higher and higher into rarefied heights of effort.
She surged to meet him, lifting, rocking. He increased his depth
It was her last conscious decision. His mouth on hers destroyed thought, and the caresses of his hard hands pushed aside the barriers of polite social usage between them as he stripped away the silk that covered her. If they had ever been strangers, they were no longer.
His warm breath grazing her nipple caused it to contract. He laved the sweet, crinkled nub with his tongue in pensive pleasure, circling the dusky coral aureole and the pale, soft-skinned mound that trembled with the beating of her heart. Arriving at the peak once more, he took it into his mouth with gentle suction, delicate abrasion.
Cammie smoothed her hands over his shoulders, pressing the sensitive palms to the ridged muscles while rich, triumphant pleasure rose inside her. With it was mingled an immense, spreading lassitude. She wanted this moment, this night of storm, never to end.
Alive, she could not remember ever being so alive. With deep drawn breaths, she reveled in the burgeoning responses of her body. She was aware with every molecule of her being of the man who held her, the formidable strength of his lithe form, the fresh, heated male scent of him, the silken curl of his hair at the base of his neck, the taut resilience of his skin.
He trailed a row of kisses, moist and heated, down the valley between her breasts, to her navel, then lower. He brushed the flat surface of her abdomen with his lips, made wet arabesques with his tongue, then blew warm air across the sensitive curls at the apex of her thighs. The rapture of it spiraled through her, sending a shudder of intense longing deep into the lower part of her body.
It was a craving that he tended with refinements so consummate and drawn out that they bordered on torture. Inhaling her scent like the fragrance of an exotic flower, he delved into its heart, tasting her, laving the most sensitive and delicate portion with his tongue, drinking the nectar that she released for him.
The muscles of her abdomen convulsed, and a soft moan sounded in her throat. He paid no attention, but gathered her hips in his hands and lifted her closer.
The rain fell. They never noticed. With eager mouths and questing hands, searing want and fierce restraint, they sought each other on the mattress. In lightning's silver outlining, they handled the springing hardness and liquid softness of each other's bodies, learning texture and tone, the shaping of the bones underneath, the sites of utmost response.
They did not speak above a whisper. With concern and carefully gathered signals, they dredged their hearts for grace and the gifts of transient pleasure, and spread them before each other. And in the process they wove a fabric of desire, mutual and immutable, that had in its strength some emotion so much greater than mere lust that it might substitute, for this one night, for a minor form of love.
She brushed a hand along his side, caressing the faint ridges of one of several old scars. Moving her fingers farther down, to the line of his taut flank, she clenched them, letting him feel the light scrape of her nails. He shivered, a gasp catching in his throat. She kissed his shoulder and raked it gently with her teeth, then licked the tiny sting away, tasting the salted essence of him. He pressed into her with the long, hard fingers she had wondered about, had needed. With an incoherent murmur, she tensed against him, around him, undulating in the grip of fierce, annihilating wonder.
He needed no other sign. He placed his knee between her smooth thighs, spreading them wide, fitting his hardness into her wet, tender depths.
Cammie shuddered with the intensity of the delight brought by that fevered joining. She wanted him deep, and with the need, opened herself completely to him in trembling demand. He met it, pressing slowly in and out, teasing, taking her higher and higher into rarefied heights of effort.
She surged to meet him, lifting, rocking. He increased his depth
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