
“I will, when you want it more than your next breath. When you feel as if you’ll die if you can’t have my hands on you, I will give you what you want.”
“I’m already dying,” she cries and covering his hands with her own, drags them across her breasts, shuddering, as his hard palms cups her. He teases her breasts lightly, rubbing her nipples through the lace of her bra, sensitizing them; so that she cries out when he bends his head and draws one of the rock hard tips into his mouth. It feels as if his heat is burning her alive, his tongue, playing with her nipple through the roughness of the lace. His teeth nibbling until she feels as if she will burst from her skin, her other breast caught in his fingers, slightly pinching, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to make her realize that the satisfaction of having his touch, only heightens the need.
Twisting against him, her body restless, seeking the hardness of his, she blindly raises her face to find his lips. Burning with white hot need, she pushes his lips apart and devours his mouth as she hopes he will devour her. Tongues entwining, they kiss, loosing themselves in the heat of the desire burning between them. A fire in their blood, hot enough to burn anything in its path. Pinching her nipple between his fingers, Anthony slides his other hand down her side, over her hip to the junction of her thighs. Cupping her, he grumbles his satisfaction at finding her heat. Rubbing lightly, he abrades her swollen clit with the lacey thong she is wearing, feeling her wet heat calling to him. Making her moan her desire to the moonlight, her soft cries music to his ears, he reaches around and slides his hand beneath the thong, pulling on it so that it stretches tight across her most sensitive point.
Ronnie, unable to bear the fire burning through her, grinds her hips into his groin, brushing against his hardness, hoping to find enough pressure to relieve the ache inside her. Her hips moving frantically against his, seeking satisfaction until he has to grip her hard between his hands and hold her a breath away from his body, lest it all be over before he has even unbuttoned his pants. His blood pounding in his cock, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down a little. Keeping his hold on her hip with one hand, he slides the other between her thighs, under the thong and slips a finger deep inside her. She is so aroused that he glides in on a flood of her juices inducing a soft scream of thanks. He draws back and she grabs his hand to hold him there. He enters again with a second finger added to the first. Hooking his fingers; to find that special spot inside, his thumb finding her swollen clit and softly circling. “Ahhh, don’t tease me like this,” she whispers, past the dryness in her throat. Her voice husky, watching, with building need the slide of his hand on, in her body. The sight; of him pleasuring her, driving the heat faster through her veins. He answers with another slow thrust into her warmth, stretching his fingers apart, making her moan his name.
“Damn, but she is responsive to my touch,” he thinks to himself, in a halfway lucid moment. He can’t remember, the last time any woman has responded to him like this. Making him feel ten foot tall. Another slow thrust of his fingers has her moaning, soft little cries, escalating with each glide of his fingers over the centre of nerves inside her. Finally he fuses his mouth over hers, drinking in the sounds before they can escape into the heat of the night.
“Open your eyes,” he whispers into her mouth and catches her dark gaze with his. His blue eyes heated on hers as he slides deep once again. “I want to look at you, when you go over. Give yourself to me, don’t fight it.”
“I can’t stand it,” she answers in broken breath, every bit of air being dragged past her constricted throat a fight. “Oohhh,” she keens, as her body, racing ahead, convulses into orgasm beneath his fingers. He presses deep, prolonging the moment of release, enjoying the feel of her warmth, clenching around his fingers, trying to hold on to him, keeping him inside. His thumb presses down on her sweet little clit, causing another spasm to rock her. He slowly withdraws his fingers from her body, cupping her heat in his hand for a moment, before touching them to his mouth, his tongue coming out to taste her essence on his skin, circling his finger with obvious enjoyment.
“Hmmm, the sweetest perfume, a woman’s desire,” he whispers. “Taste,” he commands, pressing his fingers against lips swollen from their passion.
Taking his hand in hers, she draws his fingers deep into her mouth, sucking so that he closes his eyes against the erotic sight. Dragging air into his lungs, his minds eye calls up a picture, nearly driving him to his knees with a fresh wave of desire, imagining her lips closing around his cock with the same utter enjoyment. Sucking on him just as sweetly, draining him of his seed. His balls tightening at the thought, sending him into action. He has to get her somewhere a little more private for what he has in mind. Quickly before he gives in to the urge to shove her up against the wall and take her like a storm. It would be so easy, she was ready and one quick tuck was all that was needed to release him, from the prison of his trousers. But he does not want their first time to be like that, standing up, thrusting into her heat uncontrollably, urging them both to a quick peak. He wants to take his time, drink her essence from the well of need between her thighs, taking her so high that she’ll be insensate with pleasure, pleading for surcease, when he finally gives himself to her.
He remembers, reading somewhere, passion with your twin soul, was like heaven and hell with a rainbow burning in between. It feels like that, a burning rainbow, tearing at his insides, burning with all the colors of light. As he draws his fingers from their wet prison, caressing her lips, he realizes that a lifetime with this woman would not be enough, each time he had to leave her would just leave him with a greater need to return to her warmth. Like a bushfire feeding on itself, she arouses needs in him that would never be completely fed, leaving him hungry for just one more taste, one more touch. He suspects that he would still be calling her name with his dying breath.
Ronnie, slowly coming down from a cloud of pleasure, feels the change in him. Looking straight into his eyes, she asks, “What is the matter, darling man?”
Cupping his hand around her cheek, the thumb caressing her lips as if unable to leave her softness, he searches her eyes, falling into the dark pools of her soul, trying to assess her feelings. “Are you sure, this is what you want? Make up your mind right now, because if I follow you through that door, there will be no turning back. I will drink you’re pleasure all night, I’ll be inside you all night, I won’t stop until you are tied to me with strings so tight, that you’ll never be able to look at another man again. If you can’t handle that, if you don’t want me that way, tell me now. Once I enter, there will be nothing else for either one of us. Are you ready to give yourself over into my care and willing to let me give myself, all that I am to you?”
“Yes,” she breathes past a wave of emotion, her eyes turning cloudy with tears. Turning around, she unlocks the door and leads him inside, reaching to switch on the lights.
“No, leave them off. I want to see you in the moonlight,” he says, following the trail of silvery light spilling into the room and illuminating her features. As if unable to resist, he reaches out to touch her nape, slowly caressing her vulnerable skin, following the vein pulsing beneath her ear, to its resting place behind her collar bone. Wrapping his hands around the soft roundness of her shoulders, he pulls her into his body, enclosing her in a warm embrace, surrounding her with himself. Tightening his arms around her, he nestles his face into her hair, breathing in, her unique scent, a mixture shampoo, lotion and perfume brought together in perfect harmony with the scent of woman, underneath. Planting a kiss on the soft skin below her ear, suckling, marking the skin before nibbling on her earlobe, he whispers, “Take me to your room.”
Restless, her body coming alive again with fire burning low in her blood, she moves against him, caressing him with her entire body, rubbing her swollen breasts against his jacket, her silk clad legs against the rough fabric of his trousers, her hips brushing against his painfully hard groin, teasing him with a touch, that while enticing was not enough. “This way,” he nods towards the stairs, and sliding a hand beneath her knees, picks her up and carries her to the top. Entering the first door, on the landing, he finds her bedroom by luck alone, his lips too busy exploring her sweetness for his brain to make any logical choices. Keeping her tucked against his chest, he stops against the four poster and removing his hand, lets her slide down the length of his aching body. The brushing of her legs against his sending a delicious thrill through her, leaving her shuddering in his arms. At his answering tremble, a sound, almost a growl, escapes from her throat.
Cupping her hand against his jaw, Louise, pulls him closer, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth to worry it with her teeth. Slowly, laving the pain away with her tongue, before slipping it inside his warm mouth, tangling her tongue with his and slipping away. She teases him into following her so that she can suck deeply on the slippery appendage. All patience gone, she slides her body against his, rubbing the hard points of her nipples against his chest, until she feels consumed by the fire within, burning white heat inflaming her senses. Her hips, grinding hard into his groin, trying to get closer to the source of the heat. Her hands, sliding under his shirt, frantically tucking it out of the way, reaching for his skin. Fighting her way beneath the layers separating them, she pays no heed to buttons tearing off and dropping on the floor.
“Hang on baby,” Anthony cautions her. “Slow down, we have all night.”