Page 96 of Taking the Heat

Turning, he placed me on the bed, then lowered himself beside me. I reached for his face again, wanting more of him, more of the kiss. As our lips joined, he roamed his hands along my arms, the skin dancing happily under his fingers.

He rubbed my arms in heavy strokes, then teased the inside of my elbows. With my mouth still pressed to him, he could feel me shudder, loving the attention. I’d never thought of arms as being an erogenous zone, but Chris was an expert. He probably could have made the inside of my nostril feel sexy.

Heat and damp began to gather between my thighs as other parts of my body cried out for his ministrations. Wanting his skin on me, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

Throwing the shirt away, I had full access to Chris’ gorgeous chest. My fingers did some exploring of their own, trailing over his hard pecs. When I found his small nipples, I ran the flat of my palm over them, teasing them until they hardened.

His breath grew ragged and he pulled away, breaking our kiss. I had to fight the urge to whimper; I needed him on me, why was he leaving?

As Chris settled at my feet, I soon had the answer. He began the same languid strokes on my legs as he had on my arms. My calves seared as he dragged his fingertips over them, and when he tugged gently on my toes, the sharp sensation travelled all the way up to my nipples. Bucking off the bed, I writhed in the pleasure and pure love of his touch.

Chris moved his hands higher. He rubbed the back of my knees, then scraped his fingers up my inner thighs. Gasping, I let my legs fall open, helpless under his touch. He ran his fingers in patterns across my skin, as if he was writing a love letter only I could read.

His lips joined his hands. As Chris placed a gentle kiss on my thigh, electricity hummed down my legs, the current warming me all over. More kisses landed to join the first, working their way up my torso, over my belly and onto my neck.

We all know how sensitive my neck is. As Chris ravaged it with kisses, the dark room swirled into colours created by the whirl of pleasure inside me. My skin felt alive, crawling like a sentient being over my bones, while my nipples and core pleaded hopelessly for their turn.

I hooked a leg over Chris, drawing him tight against me. With one hand, I interlaced my fingers between his. With the other, I pulled at the tie holding my dress closed. The soft cotton fell away, leaving me open and almost naked. The only thing between my body and Chris was my skimpy French lace panties.

Chris hadn’t noticed yet. His hand joined his mouth against my neck, and as the hand moved slightly lower, I felt him pause where the fabric should have been. Experimentally, he let his fingers roam over my collarbone, then slightly lower. Finding my dress gone, I heard him suck in a rapid breath. With shaking hands, he trailed his hand between my breasts, down to my belly button, where he kissed my navel while letting his fingers roam.

Everywhere he touched, my skin exploded in fractured pleasure. I twisted under him, desperate for more as my naked breasts lay in the dark, reaching for him.

Finally, Chris brought his hands up, gently brushing against my nipples. A choked noise guttered in my throat as the tender buds grew even firmer. He continued to dust them daintily, tormenting me with the feather-light touches. I thrust my chest out, begging him for more.

He gave it. Closing his thumb and forefinger around a nipple, he rolled and pinched it. The pressure was bliss, and a cord tugged between the nub there and the one within my increasingly wet core.

Chris lowered his head to my other nipple, kissing it softly, an excruciating contrast to the fierce treatment of the other one. His lips closed over the nub, his tongue caressing it as he pulled it deep into his mouth. Then, as I thrashed under him, my arms over my head, he bit down on the nipple and pleasure slammed through me.

While he continued to inflict sweet torture on my breasts, I slid my hands over his sculpted backside. Working quickly, before the feelings from my nipples carried me past the point of functioning, I ripped at the fastening on his shorts and slid them over his hips, finding him deliciously naked against me.

With Chris busy on my boobs, I slipped a hand between his thighs, to the magnificent manhood pushing towards me. A guttural sound came from the mouth latched onto my nipple, as I discovered a tiny bead of moisture on the head of his shaft. Using a single finger, I spread it around, loving the way the firm length twitched against my hand as I did so.

Bereft of pants, Chris decided mine had to go too. Releasing my nipples, he dragged the panties down and tossed them away. They made a soft fluttering sound as they sailed off.

We lay totally naked, panting, nerves zinging. I reached for him again, seeking his weight against me. We kissed again, slower and deeper, unhurried, knowing that the night belonged to us and us alone.

Chris’ hand came to rest on my open thigh. Between my legs, my core pulsed with white-hot heat, needy and ready. As Chris’ fingers crept up, I held my breath, and split my legs open further, inviting him in.

When he caressed my wet lips, I almost passed out from the intensity of it all. Dexterously, he slipped his fingers up and down the outside of my most sacred of places, as if seeking permission to enter. I lifted my hips, wanting him inside me, in every way.

Finally, with excruciating slowness, he pressed a single finger against my burning core. As every part of me went limp, Chris moved the finger up and down, teasing the hard nub, nestling under its hood. It swelled even more, almost painfully aroused.

He swirled his fingers over my clit, using the perfect amount of pressure to induce a sweet agony. My panting grew ragged as he increased the friction, bringing me close to the edge of bliss.

My fists scrunched in the sheets below me. I was beyond all logic, lost in the feeling of Chris playing my body like a master. Just as I felt my orgasm sweeping up, he pulled his hand away.

Broken, I felt a desperate sob escape me. I wanted to beg and plead for him not to stop, that I might just lose my mind if he didn’t finish what he’d started.

The darkness meant I couldn’t see what he was doing, so when the heat of his mouth covered my core, I started in shock and heaven. His tongue lapped against the swollen bud, then he sucked on it gently.

In the dark, my eyes rolled back and a shuddering grew inside me. A deep clench in my core triggered wave after wave of ecstasy, flooding my skin with goose bumps and fire while my limbs strained. I felt apart, Chris’ mouth on my fluttering clit, my every cell responding to his touch.

As I rode the orgasm, whiteness stole over my vision, as if not even the darkness could conceal the love I felt for this man. I rocked my head back, my spine arched and my hands making fists in his hair as his tongue continued to caress my core, even as my leg spasms threatened to force him away.

Finally the waves turned to aftershocks, and I went limp, pliant and exhausted, yet still ready for more. I grabbed for his shoulders and guided him up my body again.

With Chris between my thighs, I felt his hardness pushing against the hot folds of my core. He paused, as if giving me the chance to deny him.

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