Page 15 of Waves
So gently that I hardly felt his touch, he undid the few pearl buttons that held my sheer shirt closed around my wings. The fabric slid down my skin in a soft caress and my hands came up to block my chest and keep it from falling off.
Back bared to him, vulnerability washed over me. I was vulnerable but not scared, at least not of him. It was nervous excitement that pranced through my ribcage as his fingers dragged lazy zig zags across my back.
“Any pain here?” he whispered.
I had to bite down on a moan and was unable to give a response. I merely shook my head.
“You’re sure?”
I nodded.
Without warning, his fingertips abandoned me.
My mouth opened to protest, but his hands were already back at the base of my skull, pressing gently before moving my hair aside.
And then his lips were on my neck. Kiss after kiss inflamed my pulse and the sensations rippled across my skin like waves on a lake during a summer’s day. Hot, shimmering feelings glimmered within me.
One of his hands traveled to my waist and my own hands slid down from my chest, uncaring that my shirt slid down with them as I reached out to his hips, gripping, demanding.
I wanted more but I wasn’t certain how to ask.
Felipe didn’t make me.
With a few quick movements, I was turned on his lap, my legs straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck as my wings flared wide.
A demanding hand came up, wrapped around the back of my neck, and Felipe pulled me in. Nose to nose, we stared at one another, and I drank in the protective possessiveness in his gaze. And then he leaned up and kissed me for the first time.
It was not a gentle kiss—it was a domineering one.
He ravaged my mouth as his hands moved to slide up and down my sides. My shirt became an impediment preventing me from wrapping my arms around him, so I shed it, pulling it off at the wrists and letting it drop to the ground, leaning further into our kiss and nipping at his bottom lip as my hands settled onto his shoulders.
My aggression spurred more of Felipe’s. Placing his hands on my ass, he yanked my body in closer and I felt his hardness pressing against me. His fingers tightened and held me in a way that was both pleasure and pain—something new to me, but something I quickly decided that I liked quite a bit.
And then his mouth broke away from mine and his lips ran across my jaw, trailed down my neck. His hands shoved me upward so that my breasts were just in front of his face. Tongue darting out, he licked one nipple before sucking it into his mouth–hard. So hard that a wordless plea erupted from my throat, a plea for him to keep going. Sucking on that nipple, his hands shifted my hips, gently lifting and lowering me, rubbing my core against the tip of his hard cock through our clothes.
My fingernails carved crescents into the hard muscles of his shoulders as my mind became a lightning storm, crackling with sharp intensity. Flaring with streaking jolts of bright euphoria as I grew nearer to my own peak.
His cock twitched against me and my thighs started to quake. I tried to wrest control from him, but my soldier merely took the cue and used his hands to buck my entire body harder against his own.
Mesmerized by the sensations, my eyes closed so that my focus homed in on the flick of Felipe’s tongue against my nipple, the bulge of his hard dick against me, the press of his muscular body against mine. Even the texture of his shirt added to the myriad of sensations and I realized that I enjoyed being undressed even though he was not. I enjoyed being both submissive and exposed to him but also the center of every bit of his focus, so much so that his own pleasure took a back seat.
A restless energy built deep inside of me, prompting my hips to move of their own accord.
Felipe increased the tempo even further, letting me ride his body until I was quaking, breathing hard, a trickle of sweat trailing down the back of my neck.
And then. There it was.
My lungs grew tight, and my body exploded, the intensity blasting through me and shattering my bones. I was powerless to stop the trembling that radiated through my lips and made my head droop forward, my neck unable to keep me upright as my climax screamed through me.
When I grew limp, Felipe slowly released my nipple and lowered me onto his lap. Staring up at him, I knew my gaze was full of unshielded wonder.
His hand cupped my cheek. “How was that?”
It took me a long moment to find my voice. “I never want to leave this tent.”
His satisfied chuckle was a sound I tucked away into the vault with my most precious memories.
But my statement was serious. When Felipe moved to shift me off his lap, I leaned forward and bit gently at his collarbone. “No. You don’t get to pleasure me and walk away, sir. We aren’t finished.”
