Page 21 of Cloud Nine Love

She stilled immediately.

“Lay back down.”

A tiny grin pulled at the corner of her lips as she reclined onto the pillows. Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her sweats and panties. Her half-hooded eyes watched me as I pulled both items of clothing down her hips and off her legs, tossing them off the side of the bed. After discarding them, I sat back on my heels and admired her, totally nude before me.

Her body was truly a masterpiece. The curve of her hips gave her an hourglass shape, highlighted by her full breasts and toned thighs. My eyes drank in her nakedness, and my cock throbbed with anticipation.

I lifted her right leg and kissed her ankle, then her calves, then her knee before lowering it back down. Then, I repeated that sequence on her other leg. After lowering her left, my hands ran from her shins to her thighs, pressing them farther apart. Her sex glistened with arousal as I lowered myself down into an army crawl position between her legs.

As I ran my finger up and down her feminine lips, my breath mingled with the heat of her core teasing her clit with each pass. Her seam began to pulse, coating my touch with her building arousal, I sensed she was close once again, so I switched my technique.

When I removed my hand, a frustrated sigh fell from her lips, which was music to my ears. I wanted to drive her to the edge, then back off as many times as possible before she went off the cliff.

I pressed a soft kiss on the tiny patch of hair covering her pelvic bone, then moved my lips lower. Ever so gently, I grazed her swollen clit, letting my tongue barely brush along it as I continued down to the base of her slit. I licked up and down her opening, then traced along the outline of her swollen nub, just three times before her stomach contracted and her thighs began to quiver.

My plan had been to stay there, feeding off the sweetness of her nectar for a while, but when she started coming, I pushed my fingers inside of her and concentrated my tongue’s attention on her pleasure button. Her entire body shook as she came apart. I stayed with her as she rode out the tidal wave of her orgasm, committing every sound, every movement, every second to memory.

We might only have one night together, but I planned on making it the most memorable night of our lives.

8

TAYLOR

“Lips have over a million nerve endings, making them the most sensitive part of the body.” ~ Tim Rhodes

My entire body vibrated with mini-aftershocks that were nearly as satisfying as the main event. Never in my life had a man brought me so close to orgasm so many times before finally making me come so hard I’d seen stars. There were literal stars behind my closed lids.

On the rare occasions that a partner did get me close to the finish line, I had to work overtime not to disqualify myself by overthinking.

That was not an issue tonight. Kyle had listened to me. He’d taken what I’d told him and ran with it. I’d heard the expression being fucked silly, but I never thought it was an actual condition. Somehow, even though we hadn’t had sex yet—not penetrative sex anyway—that was exactly what I was suffering from. I couldn’t muster up enough brain cells to form a sentence, much less overthink anything.

A shiver ran through me as his lips pressed two soft kisses to my thighs before he pushed up and moved off the bed. I would have screamed in protest, but I didn’t have the strength. When I saw him start to remove his shirt, I was grateful for my post-event lethargy. If I had begged him not to leave the bed, I’d have embarrassed myself for no reason and missed the striptease.

His shirt fell to the ground, and he pushed his sweats down. As he stepped out of his joggers, I took the opportunity to study his muscled upper body. His chest, arms, and torso were chiseled to perfection, and, bonus, he had several large tattoos, which I’d always been a sucker for.

When he straightened, his erection jutted from his body, strong and proud. My mouth watered at the sight. Whatever his job was, it had to be physical. His body was not made in a gym; it was carved from manual labor. Most people might not be able to tell the difference, and it’s not like I could point out one muscle that gave away the distinction, but somehow, I knew he worked hard at life, not inside with weights.

His hand moved, and I watched as his fingers wrapped around his thick shaft as his gravelly voice stated, “Come here.”

The authority in his tone caused my entire body to flush and my sex to flutter. I’d just had an insane climax and already felt the rumblings of another one. Unable to push up on my jelly-like limbs, I rolled to my side and then stood on shaky legs.

As I walked towards him, his predatory stare held mine. I felt like I was dreaming, like this wasn’t truly happening. I didn’t even know the man’s name who had just given me the most incredible orgasm of my life. But at the same time, I felt more present, more authentic than I had ever felt before.

Maybe that’s what I’d needed to crack open my Pandora’s box of pleasure: anonymity. Although, that theory didn’t support itself because I could never do this with a stranger, which this man wasn’t. I knew him. I might not know his birthday, his favorite pizza topping, or how old he was when he had his first girlfriend, but I knew him.

Even if I had a thousand lifetimes to write a thesis on what was transpiring between us, I didn’t think I’d ever properly be able to put it into words. From the moment he’d sat down at the bar, my soul recognized him. When he looked into my eyes, there was a synergy between us that I’d never experienced before with anyone in my life.

When I stopped in front of him, I was panting, literally in anticipation of what was going to come next. I really hoped it was him and then me again. I’d never had multiple orgasms, but tonight was a night of firsts. Tonight was a night of possibility. Tonight was a night of suspended reality. Tonight was a night of magic.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed.

At his bold command, my inner muscles, which were already fluttering, started clenching with need. I did as he asked and lowered down, but kept my eyes raised to his. It wasn’t just the fact that he took control that was turning me on so much; it was the way he was doing it.

There was no hesitation. No second-guessing. No getting sidetracked. It was clear he was in charge; he was driving this pleasure train, and I was happily along for the ride.

“Give me your hand,” he ordered.

I started to lift my right arm.

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