Ciara stared at him in silence. His body was above her, his muscles coiled, his body still rock hard inside her.
His gleaming dark eyes burned into her, his handsome face drawn tight.
How was it possible that she could still want him? She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, she ached for him…endlessly.
She arched wantonly as his lips touched the flat planes of her stomach. His teeth clamped together, pinching her skin and she hissed, arching towards his onslaught.
His tongue soothed the sting, circling higher motioning towards the creamy mounts bathed by the moonlight.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the soft, springy locks at Jon’s nape, a soft mewling floated into the air and when Jon’s satisfied rumble joined in she realized it was she.
She focused on the soft play of his mouth underneath her breasts, his tongue lapped, his lips suckled, his teeth nibbled. When those full lips closed over her aching, sensitive nubs, her mewling morphed into soft little gasps. Her hands became restless, pressing down on his head, keeping him captive against her breasts.
His powerful hands stroked her skin igniting her overheated skin until she thoughts she might sizzle into a heap of ashes.
He seemed to have read her mind, and he mumbled between her breasts.
“I cannot seem to extinguish the burning inside you baby…but hell…I’m so gonna enjoy trying…” His words faltered once again as he lost himself between her swollen breasts, rubbing his still swollen member over her mound.
An unexpected cry shot from her throat as she was suddenly snapped up in his arms.
“Close you eyes honey…I’m taking us home.”
Moments later they were in the sitting room.
Setting her down, he laced his fingers with her own, leading her towards the bedroom.
Reaching for one of his shirts, he threw it towards her, busying himself with a pair of comfortable, worn shorts.
His eyes examined her pale features. She looked so frail, her slim form spoke of poor eating.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” He turned to look at her pouty lips, a soft laugh filled the air.
“I sometimes forget how young you are…so precious.” He left a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll fix you something…and I wont take no for an answer!” He had already turned from, her thoughts bringing a sly smile to his face.
“I always keep to my promises Sweet Angel…I need you strong for what I have planned for you…and there is gonna be some begging…trust me.”
The flash of fangs and the raw promise in his eyes brought the tee over her head in a second flat.
She tip toed towards the kitchen, standing in the door way, she watched as he prepared her some light snacks. Fresh fruit were diced and cubed beneath deft fingers.
Inching closer, she settled onto a chair, drawing her knees up as she watched him work in silence as he prepared a platter fit for a king.
“I hope you are going to join in? I’ll never be able to finish all that.”
He didn’t falter, the knife carved masterfully, his hands placing the food artfully on a plate.
He eventually came towards her, the colorful platter balanced on his palm.
“Your appetite is quite intricate these days. I just wanted to make sure there would be something you’ll like.”
She eyed the carefully prepared feast with growing interest.
“Thank you.”
He walked past her, nodding towards the living room she followed silently.
He stopped in the middle of the room, waiting silently for her he handed her the plate.
“I’m gonna get us something to drink, be back in a minute.”
He found her on the carpet, the plate balanced on her on her knees.
She eyed the tray in his hand.
“Champagne? What are we celebrating?”
“Your return.”
She smiled as she popped a grape into her mouth.
Placing the tray on the coffee table, he lifted the plate from her sliding it next to the glasses.
Grabbing both her ankles he opened her legs, pulling her closer to him until she was between his legs. He bent his legs keeping her in an intimate circle while her thighs rested on his own.
From out of no where a black satin scarf appeared in his hands, Ciara’s heart skipped a beat.
The silent request was written in the glowing orbs, she nodded, closing her eyes, she waited willingly.
His gentle touch feathered on her face as he tightened the soft material around her eyes.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Chapter 161
Jon stilled as her tongue dragged along his lips. She coaxed his lips apart, inching closer she tasted the spicy alcohol on his tongue.
His hands snapped up at their own accord bunching in her hair, he dragged her into him, deepening the kiss .
She broke the kiss and changed her attention to his throat…nibbling at his adam’s apple, sucking at his nipples. Her fervent lovemaking turn his skin on fire, his veins pulsed, his stomach clenched in anticipation.
With a strength he didn’t know she possessed, she backed him to into the wall of the house. She was lowering even more, she was licking his lower stomach, her hands tucked at his jeans.
“You are right…I want you so why not take you right?” she murmured to no on in particular.
Jon opened his eyes, sagging his head forward he watched her as she unleashed all sorts of hell on him. Her hands were cupping his buttocks, squeezing tightly she dug her nails into him, pushing him closer to her nibbling mouth.
A hiss floated into the air and he realized it was his own. Her mouth was nuzzling along the length of his shaft.
When her hand finally closed around his girth, guiding him into her mouth, he was a shuddering mess, his knees barely holding him up.
Her hand pumped rhythmically, her tongue swirling around the moist tip. She wanted to taste him, all of him. Drawing him even deeper into her mouth, she cupped his fleshy sack, squeezing, tightening her hold.
Jon’s hip rotated slowly, his breath left his chest in tiny gasps.
“Ooohh God in heaven….Ciara!”
Her mouth was so warm around him, her tongue drove him to the brink of insanity he wanted to crush her to him.
Ciara was suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms.
A swirl of breeze disorientated her for a moment and as she became aware of her surroundings she was staring at the moon paving a silvery path across the ocean. The waves were crashing over Jon’s feet, splattering all over them.
His arm slid from her legs, letting her down slowly, her feet sunk into the sand.
His hands cradled her shoulders, brushing lightly, he took the delicate straps with, sliding it down her shoulders, he bared her breasts.
Slipping the flimsy gown downwards, he kneeled lower, scraping her panties down her thighs and into the water, letting the tide carry it away.
His hands brushed her thighs, pressing a hand in between he opened her wider.
A cry bubbled from her as his mouth nuzzled hungrily. His tongue delved in between her most intimate spot and she quivered as he lapped at her moist, playing with the sensitive nub hidden between womanly lips.
Ciara’s knees suddenly buckled but he was there to catch her, cradling her gently in his arms, he laid her on the wet sand. The ocean tucked at their feet, spilling over their knees.
Jon’s lovemaking was relentless, cradling her buttocks on his splayed hands, he sucked at the honey between her thighs, marveling at her restless hips and unrestrained moans.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the wet sand beneath her, her body were about to explode into a million pieces too soon and there was just no way to prolong it.
Her body crashed into a shattering climax, her nails dug into his shoulders, her head flung back, she cried out.
Jon waited for her body to ease its spasms before he walked with her into the cold, dark waves, her legs encircling his waist.
He could feel the restlessness within her, she was far from done. Her body had its first appetizer, now it was impatiently awaiting its fulfillment.
“Do you want more?” He whispered against her jaw. She nodded silently, her hands stroked his nape, her dripping wetness scraped along his belly, only heightening his hunger for her. “I’ll give you more…I’ll give you so much more you will beg me to stop.”
Jon’s eyes shimmered in the dark night, his hands gripped her hips, lowering her until she felt him at her entrance.
Ciara whimpered as she felt him push inside. The deeper he pushed the deeper he went into the ocean. As the water sloshed over her breasts, he stopped, fully sheathed he paused for a moment. His eyes penetrated her soul, reading her mind.
For a breathless few minutes he just stood there, staring at her. Ciara tightened around him, her hips pushing harder against him.
“Jon please…”
He bucked into her and she gasped. His rhythm was relentless, pushing deeper and withdrawing then slamming deeper yet again.
His mouth was locked onto one nipple then another, he suckled until Ciara felt she could scream from pleasure.
His powerful hands kneaded her buttocks, lifting her to meet each deep thrust.
As yet another climax rushed closer, Jon waded towards the shore. Tumbling onto the beach, he settled her calves on his shoulders, angling her buttocks on his thighs. His hands stroked the gentle slope of her calves, his mouth took turns, nuzzling the insides of her knees, while he plunged into her, knocking her breath right from her lungs.
She suddenly clamped around him, throwing her head back, she called his name over and over and over. Her nails scraped raw trails across his chest.
Her body slacked as her climax ebbed from her womb.
Ciara opened her eyes only to be met with stormy, dark marbles, staring down at her.
His smile lit the dark night, his hands didn’t ease its intensity on her hips and she shivered as he growled above her.
“Its my turn now…let the begging begin.” A flash of fangs chased excitement through her core and she moaned as he seemed to grow even larger within her.
His hands snapped up at their own accord bunching in her hair, he dragged her into him, deepening the kiss .
She broke the kiss and changed her attention to his throat…nibbling at his adam’s apple, sucking at his nipples. Her fervent lovemaking turn his skin on fire, his veins pulsed, his stomach clenched in anticipation.
With a strength he didn’t know she possessed, she backed him to into the wall of the house. She was lowering even more, she was licking his lower stomach, her hands tucked at his jeans.
“You are right…I want you so why not take you right?” she murmured to no on in particular.
Jon opened his eyes, sagging his head forward he watched her as she unleashed all sorts of hell on him. Her hands were cupping his buttocks, squeezing tightly she dug her nails into him, pushing him closer to her nibbling mouth.
A hiss floated into the air and he realized it was his own. Her mouth was nuzzling along the length of his shaft.
When her hand finally closed around his girth, guiding him into her mouth, he was a shuddering mess, his knees barely holding him up.
Her hand pumped rhythmically, her tongue swirling around the moist tip. She wanted to taste him, all of him. Drawing him even deeper into her mouth, she cupped his fleshy sack, squeezing, tightening her hold.
Jon’s hip rotated slowly, his breath left his chest in tiny gasps.
“Ooohh God in heaven….Ciara!”
Her mouth was so warm around him, her tongue drove him to the brink of insanity he wanted to crush her to him.
Ciara was suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms.
A swirl of breeze disorientated her for a moment and as she became aware of her surroundings she was staring at the moon paving a silvery path across the ocean. The waves were crashing over Jon’s feet, splattering all over them.
His arm slid from her legs, letting her down slowly, her feet sunk into the sand.
His hands cradled her shoulders, brushing lightly, he took the delicate straps with, sliding it down her shoulders, he bared her breasts.
Slipping the flimsy gown downwards, he kneeled lower, scraping her panties down her thighs and into the water, letting the tide carry it away.
His hands brushed her thighs, pressing a hand in between he opened her wider.
A cry bubbled from her as his mouth nuzzled hungrily. His tongue delved in between her most intimate spot and she quivered as he lapped at her moist, playing with the sensitive nub hidden between womanly lips.
Ciara’s knees suddenly buckled but he was there to catch her, cradling her gently in his arms, he laid her on the wet sand. The ocean tucked at their feet, spilling over their knees.
Jon’s lovemaking was relentless, cradling her buttocks on his splayed hands, he sucked at the honey between her thighs, marveling at her restless hips and unrestrained moans.
Ciara’s fingers dug into the wet sand beneath her, her body were about to explode into a million pieces too soon and there was just no way to prolong it.
Her body crashed into a shattering climax, her nails dug into his shoulders, her head flung back, she cried out.
Jon waited for her body to ease its spasms before he walked with her into the cold, dark waves, her legs encircling his waist.
He could feel the restlessness within her, she was far from done. Her body had its first appetizer, now it was impatiently awaiting its fulfillment.
“Do you want more?” He whispered against her jaw. She nodded silently, her hands stroked his nape, her dripping wetness scraped along his belly, only heightening his hunger for her. “I’ll give you more…I’ll give you so much more you will beg me to stop.”
Jon’s eyes shimmered in the dark night, his hands gripped her hips, lowering her until she felt him at her entrance.
Ciara whimpered as she felt him push inside. The deeper he pushed the deeper he went into the ocean. As the water sloshed over her breasts, he stopped, fully sheathed he paused for a moment. His eyes penetrated her soul, reading her mind.
For a breathless few minutes he just stood there, staring at her. Ciara tightened around him, her hips pushing harder against him.
“Jon please…”
He bucked into her and she gasped. His rhythm was relentless, pushing deeper and withdrawing then slamming deeper yet again.
His mouth was locked onto one nipple then another, he suckled until Ciara felt she could scream from pleasure.
His powerful hands kneaded her buttocks, lifting her to meet each deep thrust.
As yet another climax rushed closer, Jon waded towards the shore. Tumbling onto the beach, he settled her calves on his shoulders, angling her buttocks on his thighs. His hands stroked the gentle slope of her calves, his mouth took turns, nuzzling the insides of her knees, while he plunged into her, knocking her breath right from her lungs.
She suddenly clamped around him, throwing her head back, she called his name over and over and over. Her nails scraped raw trails across his chest.
Her body slacked as her climax ebbed from her womb.
Ciara opened her eyes only to be met with stormy, dark marbles, staring down at her.
His smile lit the dark night, his hands didn’t ease its intensity on her hips and she shivered as he growled above her.
“Its my turn now…let the begging begin.” A flash of fangs chased excitement through her core and she moaned as he seemed to grow even larger within her.
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