Page 72 of Possession Under the Southern Stars

“Hallie…” he says, but I can’t tell whether it’s a warning or a protest or a caress, so I carry on, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. He already has an erection, which strains against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs, as if it’s reaching out for me, begging to be touched. Fascinated, I run a finger along it, and I’m rewarded with a deep groan that brings goosebumps out across my skin.

Hooking a finger in the elastic of his underwear, I lift it carefully over his erection. It juts toward me, thick and hard, and my pulse pounds as I take it in my hand.

Unsurprisingly, my ex saw oral sex as distasteful, and the couple of times he gave in and allowed it, he came in less than a minute, then hated himself for it, so I learned not to initiate it.

It means that I’m unskilled in that area, but I know Fraser won’t mind. Confident that if I asked him, he’d just say that whatever I did was fine by him, I begin by kissing him, pressing my lips gently to the tip, then kissing down the shaft. I take my time, enjoying myself, exploring as I go, feeling the ridges and veins beneath my tongue, and inhaling his musky scent. When I return to the tip, I discover a bead of moisture has formed there, and I remove it with my tongue and taste him, murmuring my approval.

“Fuck,” he says, and sinks his hands into his hair.

Wanting to unravel him, to watch him come apart, I lick my hand so it slides easily over his sensitive skin and stroke him, then close my mouth over the tip.

He gives a long, deep groan, tilting his hips up. Encouraged, I proceed to lick and suck while I continue to stroke him. Mmm… he tastes amazing, and I’m surprised to find it turns me on too, not just the taste and feel of him, but the sound of his grunts and groans, and the fact that he’s obviously enjoying it.

He slides a hand into my hair, applying gentle pressure, and so I take him even deeper, as deep as I can. His fingers clench in my hair and he tenses, and for a moment I think he’s going to come, but then he sits up, grasps me by the upper arms, and lifts me up. In one easy movement, he picks me up and tosses me on the bed.

“Oh!” I bounce, then gasp as he climbs on and tugs me down beneath him. “Was I not doing it right?” I ask, disappointed.

He gives a short laugh. “Ten seconds more and I’d have come,” he says.

“Aw… Didn’t you want to?”

He looks down at me, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “Very much. But I also want to fuck you in that m-magnificent dress.”

My eyes widen.

“Sorry,” he says, pushing up my skirts. “Make love to you, I mean.”

My heart races. “Fuck is fine. More than fine.”

He laughs, meeting my eyes, and I smile back, relieved that I seem to have lifted his mood. He hesitates, and for a moment I think he’s going to say something, but he drops his gaze and continues trying to reveal my legs. There’s so much material that I have to help him scoop it up. He rests both hands on my knees and slides them up to the top of my thighs, hooks his fingers in my underwear, and pulls my lacy knickers down my legs, then tosses them away. Sliding his hands back onto my shins, he tosses the reams of chiffon up, half of it falling on my face, then sinks down between my legs. In seconds, his tongue is buried inside me.

I give a heartfelt moan, sliding my hand into his hair and clenching my fingers there, tilting my hips up the same way he did. “Ohhh…” I groan. “Mmm… that feels so good…”

“You taste amazing,” he says gruffly. “Ahhh… I could do this all day…” He gives long swipes of his tongue right up my core, then swirls his tongue over my clit before beginning to tease it with the tip. At the same time, he slides two fingers inside me and strokes them in and out, pressing up slightly. His tongue and fingers are a magical combination that stirs meinside, and my breaths begin to speed up. Oooh, I feel the first glimmers of an orgasm, way off in the distance—that was quick. It’s such an amazing sensation, the warmth of his tongue, the slick strokes of it through my sensitive flesh, the way he sucks gently on my clit, the skilled press of his fingers… Oh God, if I had someone like Fraser in my bed, I’d never want to leave it…

My climax is approaching at a rate of knots, but just as I feel it’s within reach, he slides his fingers out, lifts up, takes out his wallet, and extracts a condom. In seconds, he’s ripped off the foil and rolled it on.

I shift beneath him, making myself comfortable, and the material of the dress tumbles down over my hips. “Sorry,” I say as he tosses it aside.

“It’s cool,” he says, “I like a treasure hunt.” He finally finds what he’s looking for, and he pushes up my knees and positions the tip of his erection at my entrance.

Leaning either side of my shoulders, he pushes his hips forward, and in one smooth thrust he’s all the way in, right up to the hilt.

We both inhale, looking into each other’s eyes. Holding my gaze, he begins to move, giving long, slow thrusts, almost pulling out before moving forward again, sinking deep into me. It makes me groan and tip back my head, and he gives a satisfied growl as he does it again.

“Ahhh… you feel fantastic,” he says, pushing his hips forward and burying himself deep inside me.

“Are you trying to spear me to the bed?” I ask as he circles his hips, our bodies completely flush.

“Maybe.” He does it again, pulling completely out this time, then teasing my entrance with the tip for a few thrusts before sinking all the way back in again. “Ahhh… Jesus… you feel so good…” He pauses, then repeats it, and I realize then that he’s so turned on, he’s trying to make it last, to draw the moment out.

“Fraser,” I whisper, wanting to make him feel good after what happened this evening, “that feels so amazing… ahhh… don’t stop…”

“Never,” he says, slowing down even more. “I want this to go on forever. I want to fuck you to the end of time.”

I groan, lifting my arms above my head, and he bends and kisses my neck, my throat, and up to my mouth. His kisses are hot and wet, taking, not asking, punishing in their ferocity, and they leave me breathless, gasping as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. His hips are moving faster now, despite the fact that he obviously wants to take his time, and the notion that he can’t help himself, that he’s getting carried away, fills me with excitement.

“Yes,” I tell him, hooking my legs around his waist and meeting each thrust with one of my own. “Ah yes, come on… harder…”

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