Page 49 of Conail
He gentled the kiss when her lips parted. First he sipped, the scent and taste of her turning his head. Then he nibbled. His own senses swam giddily. She tasted like heaven, her tongue tangling with his made him weak. Desire pummeled him so hard, he felt weak.
He deepened the kiss, his body pressing against hers. He was inside her room, with her parents downstairs, none of that mattered.
He suspected that it was leading to this when he left the hotel to make his way here. His hands wandered down her arms, lifting her hands and manacling her wrists and plundered. She was drowning. Her body felt as if it was no longer hers but belonged to him. There were aches everywhere. Her nipples were rigid and so sensitive, she could not stand it. And her sex was throbbing.
He could kiss her for hours, days. Her lips were addictive, sweet, sultry. But he wanted more. He wanted to taste her skin, sink himself so deep inside her that he would have difficulty extracting himself.
Letting go of her hands and without breaking the potent kiss, he backed her towards the bed where he eased her down, his lips still fused to hers.
Ending the kiss, he shifted so he was not crushing her.
They did not say a word to each other. It was as if the need for talking had taken a back seat.
He removed her sweater, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath was coming in pants, body vibrating. His eyes drifted down her throat and latched onto her full breasts and their large nipples. He felt his mouth watering. He had to taste her.
When he bent his head, she curled her fingers into his dense sable brown hair, her body arched. He kissed the area above the nipple, inhaling her scent and took his time trailing his tongue around the rigid flesh. Her gasp sent his blood boiling even more. When he tugged the nipple between his teeth, she cried out sharply.
He started suckling feverishly and she clung, the tears drifting down her cheeks.
He could feast forever. Nothing was ever this good. Nothing had ever driven him to such madness. He switched to the other nipple and devoured. By the time he lifted his head, they were both driven to the point of madness.
He could no longer control his desire for her. It was too much. His hands trembled as he dragged off the rest of her clothes.
He could barely stand to take off his. But he managed to do so in record time before joining her. His hands framed her face, thumbs stroking her smooth cheeks. There were no words -- he did not know what to say, how to put what he was feeling into words. He just knew if he did not have her, he was going to go out of his mind.
He kissed her again, this time his mouth was gentle, brushing over hers as he fought desperately to contain his enormous desire and hunger for her. He had left Michelle without another thought, his mind on this woman writhing against him.
Her hands came around his neck, her body arching towards his as she poured everything into the kiss. The kiss went on for a long time and had them both shaking from the violent aftermath.
Dragging his lips from hers, he trailed his lips over her cheeks and nibbled at the sides of her mouth and then her chin.
"I want you." He whispered harshly. "And I don't want to hurt you."
"Please." She was burning up. "Now, please."
"Yes." Turning her onto her side, he ran his hand up and down the side of her breast to the curve of her hips. He was throbbing, the control a thin line. He was about to lose it, that much he knew.
Guiding his aching member, he entered her slowly, eyes narrowing as her tightness embraced him. He had to take a second, a few of them to try and steady himself. His arms wrapped around her thick waist, and he felt the shimmer of movements from the baby she was carrying. His baby. The thought of it slammed inside him and had him going weak.
She curled her knees up to give him more access, and he went mad. He surged into her, his control snapping. But it did not matter, because she was mindless as well, fingers clutching the ones around her waist. She came, the climax slamming into her and taking her completely by surprise. She screamed, her body going still, her head twisted around unconsciously seeking his lips. He swallowed her cries, his thrusts becoming more forceful.
Untangling his hand from hers, he passed his over her belly and felt his heart tearing. As soon as he touched the swollen flesh, she came again, her body bucking. He came with her, long and hard, his seed flooding her, his body going weak -- his mind acknowledging the stunned realization that he had never experienced this height of passion before. With Michelle he had been forced to be gentle. He felt as if he was free flying off the edge of a cliff without a safety net and it felt wonderful.
He continued to kiss her even as they slowly drifted back to earth.
And still he wanted more. Still, he felt as if it would never be enough. Then reason snapped back and had him ending the kiss. He needed time to process -- time away from her to think what this meant.
She felt him edging away by degrees until he was climbing off the bed and searching for his clothing. Pulling on his underwear and trousers, he sat on the sofa and dragged restless fingers through his hair.
*****
"Have they killed each other yet?" Colin asked grimly as he came into the kitchen, his jacket folded over one arm. "I figured you were here to act as referee-- What're you smiling about?"
He demanded, coming to stop at the counter. "And where are they?"
"In her room, for the past half hour." She continued to roll dough, her face wreathed in a smile.
"What are they doing -- Oh!" He frowned as the realization hit him. He was not certain how he felt about his sister and that arrogant asshole. He came charging in as if he owned the damn place. "Mama, I'm not certain that's something to be pleased about."
