Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, my head cocking to the side while I look at her with speculative amusement. “Is that a challenge, baby? ‘Cause I’m totally down with that.”

I step forward, placing my leg between hers, and grind my growing erection into her pelvis, working my own rhythm. I lean down to speak into her ear with a husky, seductive growl, “My cock can totally fill up your soul while I pulse my way through your wet pussy, earning the best score of orgasms in Jules’ Book of Stellar Climaxes.”

I feel her body shiver in my hold as I kiss her most sensitive spot behind her ear, and she lets out a feral moan in response.

Nipping at her earlobe, a sexual hunger rolls through me as I challenge all said previous experiences by assaulting her with hot kisses up and down her neck. She arches for me, and I hear her breath catch as I continue my attack on her senses. I begin tracing my tongue with warm, teasing swirls just inside her ear while I exhale a groaning breath of hot, fervent lust.

“Mmm…damn, baby,” I comment salaciously, and run my tongue down the side of her neck, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping, all of which hold promises of wicked, sinful passion. “You’re fuckin’ delicious.”

I move both of my hands around to her breasts, and roughly squeeze her full, luscious mounds with my palms. I use my thumbs to rub in small circles across her nipples, and I can’t wait to have her again. I pull my head back to briefly gauge her reaction, finding her mouth is slack and half-open, her face flushed, and her eyes are closed as helpless, wanton desire blatantly displays across her features. She arches her back, pushing those perky tits further into my greedy hands, so I begin pinching and plucking her nipples with both my thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh, God, Travis,” she expels on a shaky breath.

“What do you say we take this competition into the bedroom, sweetheart, ‘cause I plan on taking your book of stellar orgasms and putting it to shame. I have a feeling you’re going to need a new book after I get done with you.”

~Jules~

His gaze locks with mine as Travis slowly undresses before me. I’m speechless as he reaches behind his neck, grabbing his shirt by the collar to pull it off over his head, revealing his chiseled muscles. I will never get tired of seeing his naked beauty. His chest rises and falls in quick succession as he commands in a rough, husky voice, “Now it’s your turn. Take your shirt off, baby.”

As soon as my shirt comes off, Travis gives my body a seductive once over with his eyes, pausing at my bare breasts. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans over the bed and glides his hand up the side of my calf. He’s quietly intense, and I break the silence first. “Trav?”

“Yes, baby.”

God, I love that particular endearment, and how it rolls off his tongue so naturally. “Why don’t you have any tattoos?” I ask curiously.

His mouth twitches, and the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Have you ever seen a bumper sticker on a Lamborghini?” he asks with mirth. I return his smile and shake my head at his quirkiness, and then he continues, “Honestly, I’ve never found anything worth putting on my skin that would make me want to see it every day for the rest of my life.”

He then has an afterthought and holds up his index finger. “Wait here a second.” He leaves me lying on top of the bed, feeling bereft of his touch. I anxiously wait, but don’t have to wonder for too long what he’s up to, because he only stays gone for a brief minute, returning with the iPod and portable speaker system.

I raise a questioning brow, and he answers my unasked question. “I want to make love with you to music.”

What a sentimentalist. I grin at the thought. I watch him plug in the player as he sets up the speaker, and he turns on a playlist, keeping the volume low. He starts off with the song “Eternal Flame” by the Bangles, and it fills the room with romance.

When he turns to look at me, shirtless in all his masculine glory, my mouth goes dry and my stomach dips at the thought of having the heavy weight of his warm, bare chest on mine.

The bed dips down, and he wastes no time climbing over top of me. His arousal is already evident as he settles his body weight between my thighs, and when his soft lips touch mine, I grow wet with anticipation. He pulls me in close against his chest and slips his arm underneath me, wrapping me in a tight embrace. I sigh into his subdued kiss, appreciating his tenderness. His kiss lingers over my lips as we savor each other for several moments. He makes me feel so beautiful and desired. I respond by wrapping my arms around him, and lightly graze his back with my fingernails, grinning when I feel his body shiver under my touch.