Exotic Nights

His smile grew too. ‘I’m thinking no.’

‘I think you might be right.’

‘We’d better get them off, then.’

He dropped to his haunches, slipped his fingers to her hips and found the elastic of her undies. He tugged and she wiggled—just a fraction—so they slid down. As she stepped out of them she stepped closer to him. He stayed down, looking back up at her.

‘Perfect.’

His fingers moved slowly over her thighs, his broad palms warm and smooth as they stroked.

He stood. ‘I’ve been dreaming of you in this shirt ever since ten twenty-five yesterday morning.’ Then he kissed her—his mouth moving over hers, his tongue invading with hungry surges, until she was breathless and giddy and he groaned.

‘I am having that shower,’ he said, taking her hand and leading her to his bedroom. ‘Stay there, I’ll be two minutes.’ He kissed her again. ‘Make that one.’

But now that Bella had taken the step, she wasn’t letting him get away. She followed him into the bathroom, laughing as he grabbed the shower gel. Sobering as she watched him lather it in his hands, slap it onto his body, and seeing again how truly magnificent he was.

‘Bella, if you keep looking at me like that I—’

‘I haven’t showered either.’ She cut him off. Tee shirt and all, she followed him into the steam.

The water ran over her, making the cotton of the tee shirt thick and heavy. It clung to her. He cupped her breast through the sodden fabric, thumb stroking the taut nipple. She rubbed the soapy bubbles over his skin, starting with his shoulders, his chest and then lower.

‘Bella …’ There was definite warning in his tone. And then he growled, yanked her into his arms and kissed her hard, his hands keeping her close.

The elation ran through her as she tasted his desire, thrilled with the knowledge that it matched her own.

He kissed her until her knees went weak and standing was becoming a major issue. She clung to his shoulders, not wanting to break the bliss of the kiss.

Slowly he peeled the wet tee shirt up and off her body. It landed on the bathroom floor with a loud smack. He flipped the lever and shut off the water. The sudden silence was broken by the occasional drip. But the steam kept rising.

He took a step towards her, and with an impish smile, she took a step back. His eyes lit up so she took another, and another, and then with a giggle she turned and ran, exhilarated as she sensed his speed behind her. It was only a second or two and he’d caught her, dragging them both the last half-metre to the bed, and there they tumbled and rolled.

He rose above her, on all fours, trapping her between his legs, her hands in his. For a moment they paused, both enthralled and excited by the chase—and her surrender.

She deliberately relaxed, parted her legs, and sent him the invitation. He didn’t need it. He was already taking—mastering her body by using the magic of his. His hands caressed, his lips kissed and his eyes promised. And within moments she was arching, her hips up high, the tension ready to burst. He kissed her again, so intimately, his mouth fastening onto her clitoris while his fingers played deep within.

Her hands clenched in the thickness of his hair as, oh, so quickly she was there, on the brink and over, her body shaking, twisting beneath his.

‘Again,’ he demanded, slipping up her body fast, his hand still between her legs. ‘Again.’ He kissed her hard while his fingers were unrelenting. Slipping and sliding and teasing as he kissed her she felt the sensation inside bridge. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she shook with the need to have that other part of him deep inside her, plunging hard and fast—stirring her to an even greater ecstasy.

She broke free of his kiss as the breath expelled harshly from her lungs and her hips bucked. ‘Yes!’ she cried, incredulous as one orgasm moved into another, longer, more intense one. And he watched, a fiendishly satisfied grin lighting him as she shuddered beneath him.

And then, instead of that weightless, warm, replete feeling that usually came after ecstasy, she was filled with a ravenous void, the need for completion. It was an overpowering hunger. An intense ache that angered her and drove her to take in a way she’d never done before.

She spoke to him. Short, harsh words while her hands reached out, greedily touching him, and then her mouth too. And the look of smug arrogance and amusement left his features. Concentration took over, and suddenly he was as exposed as she, his hunger revealed as her words stripped him of his control.

She watched as his breathing became laboured, revelled in his haste to sheath himself with the condom. He swore when it took too long. Swore louder when she took over and teased it down on him cruelly slow, all the while whispering in a way that was clearly driving him to distraction, pausing now and then to press passionate, open kisses across his chest. Her hands worked over his body, pulling him to her. She wriggled beneath him, rocking against him, rotating, telling him not just with her words but with her body how hot she was for him. How badly she wanted him and was wanting him more with every passing moment.

‘Now, now, now!’ she cried, desperate for the fullness that only he could give. And with a raw growl he responded, thrusting deep.

‘Har— Oh, yes! Like that. Like that.’ She didn’t need to say it. He was already doing it exactly how she wanted. Hard and fast, surging into her, and she worked to meet him, stroke for stroke, her fingers curling into his strong hips.

She was transported into a magical realm where her wickedest, wildest fantasy became raw reality and much, much better—and she told him. What he was doing to her, how he was doing it so incredibly and how much more she wanted.

Until the words would no longer come because her mind could no longer think and it was squeals and sighs and moans that escaped—she couldn’t control anything any more. Her hunger, her desire, her response to the pleasure his body brought her. The tension mounted—nothing before had ever been so extreme as this. Until it snapped and spasms ravaged through her, the sensations heightened by his fierce growl and the power he plunged into her.

He rolled to the side, pulling her over so her head rested on his rapidly rising chest. He chuckled then. A warm, contented sound. ‘I have never been so turned on in all my life as when you were beneath me begging like that.’