The Lover
“Then offer them to me.”
With her breasts raised high and mounded in her hands, she leaned forward, arching her back a little so that he could reach. Niall lowered his dark head to taste her. When his tongue flicked over a hot, peaked tip, a shaft of pleasure streaked through her so keen it made her gasp. He paused at the engorged crest to circle and probe, teasing with his tongue, taunting.
Heat and dizziness swept over Sabrina. Her senses swam. His mouth was a searing flame upon her bare, aching breasts. She shivered at the sweet spasms of desire that arrowed down to her belly. Craving the forbidden throbbing pleasure he promised, she almost protested when he drew away.
“How enticing.” His voice was warm and lazy. “Your breasts are beautiful, wet and gleaming from my tongue…. The ripe buds merely whet my appetite for the rest of you.”
He thrust his hips upward gently, pressing his hardness against her thigh, reminding her of the incredible desire he could make her feel.
With a whimper, Sabrina pressed against him, warm and soft to hot and hard, fighting the gnawing restlessness that plagued her. How could he so effortlessly make her want him?
“Slowly, love. Let this be your chief lesson…. Anticipation makes the pleasure all the more sweet.”
His lips plundered her breast again, the soft sound of his sucking powerfully erotic, caressing till her flesh was tender and swollen and tingling from his kisses. She arched against him, wanting to cry out. When
he drew away, the air was cool on her taut, thrusting nipples.
His mouth soothing the hurt he had inflicted, assuaging the terrible ache, he murmured, “Do you wish to pleasure me?”
“Yes…”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I wish to pleasure you, my lord.”
“And how do you intend to go about it?”
“I…you…should I make love to you?”
“Exactly. Do you want me, sweet?”
“Yes.”
“So tell me how much.”
“Niall…I want you.”
“You want me to fill you?”
“Yes…”
The soul-stopping smile stole her breath away. “All in good time,” he pronounced in that rich, caressing resonance that recalled warm bodies writhing together in ecstasy. “I’ll fill you to bursting, but not yet, sweet Sabrina…”
He shifted her body a little, till her shoulder lay against him, her loosened hair spilling down over his supporting arm. Then he raised the hem of her chemise, gathering it around her waist. “Part your thighs for me.”
Sabrina obeyed, letting her legs fall open to his heated gaze, till her sex was lushly on display.
“Now touch yourself.”
Her eyes closed in mortification, but she complied, moving her hand over her belly, lower, over the dark triangle of curling hair, till her finger just brushed the cleft of her womanhood. Her hips jerked at the fierce, arousing pleasure.
“Are you getting wet?”
To her utter shame, she was. “Yes…” she whispered.
“Let me feel.”
His caress probed the dusky curls crowning her thighs, his thumb discovering her heated nectar between the pouting folds. Sensation, shocking and primal, flared through her. Languorously he inserted a deft finger inside her, and brought it out, drenched with her juices.