Page 60 of You Can't Fight Lightning
The warm spot between her breasts.
I suckled at one nipple over her bra. It hardened as I sucked.
Her head fell back, and she moaned.
The sounds she made as I kissed her were a symphony I’d been dying to hear my entire existence, I just hadn’t known it. Even one note of her song inflamed me with desire and I stilled, wanting to keep my control.
“What’s wrong?” She noticed.
“It’s hard not to rip the rest of your clothing off you and ravish you.” I couldn’t have been anything other than honest if I wanted to.
“Then do it.” Her words were sure.
“Are you sure?”
“Do it.”
The hand that had been cupping her lovely ass came up and ripped the bra in the middle, letting it drop off her shoulders.
I let her down carefully onto the bed. As soon as she was lying on it, Roxy began to scoot up.
“No.” I grabbed her legs, stopping her.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking at me. “What?”
I didn’t reply, only grinned at her.
Her eyes widened, and her lips curved into a smile.
My eyes still on hers, I kissed between her breasts once more. I couldn’t get enough of that spot. Then I kissed her breasts, taking time to tease them into hardness, one at a time, until she was gasping and arching her back toward me.
But she didn’t speak.
Nor did I.
I kissed down her stomach, letting my hands slide down to her hips. She was rounded, with long legs, and a strong form. The perfect woman for me.
When I reached her panties, I gave them a yank, along with a little godly zap, and they came apart. I tossed the pieces to the floor.
She was before me, naked, and I could smell the warmth of her desire. My hand slid between her legs, my fingers seeking the warmth of her core.
She was slick and wet and she let her knees fall to the side. “Oh, Z.”
I moved my fingers in and out, wanting to watch her as I took her to as much passion as I could.
I’d need to be careful. I could hurt her, if I didn’t always remember that she was human. Our passions were god-sized as well.
Her eyes closed as her hands drifted down to my shoulders. Her nails dug into my skin. Not hard, but enough to make my cock jump and demand that I get things moving.
Wait, I told myself. Wait.
I eased off the bed, and got onto my knees, positioning my face between her legs. I wanted to taste her and make her scream herself hoarse in the process.
But when my lips touched her center, closed around her clit, it was me who wanted to shout. Everything about this woman was perfect. She was… perfect.
My fingers slid in and out of her, curling a little as I plumbed her depths. I sucked at her clit, wanting her to lose control with pleasure coming from so many places. She got wetter and wetter, and I wondered if I would be the one to lose control first, because damn it was getting close. My cock was aching, begging to be inside of her.
I wanted her to come first, harder than she’d ever come before.
