Page 50 of Blazing Hot Nights
I leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her words and her tongue at the same time. I took her hand and held it to the front of my sleep pants. “If you ask me, Mr. Monster is feeling better than good.”
She swallowed nervously again, but her hand rubbed me up and down as she got to know the feel of him. I hissed, and her hand froze for a moment. “Can you teach me how to make you feel better?”
I stroked the hair back from her face and my lips took hers again. I kissed her senseless, stealing her breath and any argument she had about why we couldn’t be together. The heat and desire building inside me wanted to take over, but I wouldn’t let it. “I’ve never made love to my one true love before, Heaven. As far as I’m concerned, this is my first time too. We’ll make each other feel good because we were made for each other. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Her whispered acceptance of me, and the look of absolute trust in her eyes, was more than my resolve could take. I wanted to weep, but at the same time, I would waste no time in making sure she never questioned how much I loved her. I sat up, stripping my shirt off and throwing it to the floor. Immediately, her hand came up to bury itself in the hair at my chest.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this,” she admitted, placing kisses across my chest before flicking her tongue over a nipple.
I moaned, and it turned into needy laughter. “You have no idea how sexy you are. You say you don’t know what to do, but, darlin’, you’re already fantastic.”
She kissed her way down my belly and dipped her tongue into my navel, drawing a shiver from me at the sensation. “Take your pants off,” she begged, but I drew her up by the chin and kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and biting down gently.
“Not until I get to see you, taste you,” I whispered against her lips. “I’ve waited for this day for longer than I can remember. I won’t be rushed.”
With great care, I took her shirt off, starting with the right side and carefully pulling it off her left arm. She was bare before me, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My hand went to my chest, and I gazed at her in adoration. “My God, you are stunning,” I whispered, letting my eyes get their fill before I touched her.
Her hand came up to cover her left shoulder. “Not that stunning.”
I lowered her hand, and my rough finger traced the bones that jutted out from her soft skin. “Yes, stunning,” I whispered, placing a kiss on the shoulder blade that pointed to the ceiling. “Seeing you like this for the first time is a reminder to me that you are strong, Heaven Lane. So damn strong. Stronger than I can ever be and that’s not easy for a cowboy like me to admit. Never be ashamed of your body in my presence. You are stunning.”
I leaned forward until my lips connected with her skin again, and her body racked with a shuddering breath. I lowered her back to the bed, my eyes feasting on her soft, ivory skin, and her perky breasts that were a perfect handful for me. Her sweet center remained covered by her boy shorts, which I left for later. I wanted to focus all my attention on her breasts until she understood how beautiful she was. Her left chest wall was slightly sunken from the loss of muscle, and I kissed my way across all of it and down her alabaster skin until I could pull her taut nipple between my lips to suckle.
“God, Blaze,” she sighed, arching her back and bringing her thigh up to press against my hardness. “I want you so much,” she cried, begging me to take her, but I silenced her by biting gently on her nipple until she hushed.
“I want you that much times two, angel, but this is your first time. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
I covered her right breast with kisses and a tongue bath before I kissed my way down her belly to her navel. Her stomach fluttered with pent-up passion and anticipation as I kissed, sucked, and nipped at her tender skin. Her hand was wound in my hair, holding me there, keeping me from going any lower.
My finger hooked in the waistband of her panties and tugged the left side down, then the right. “Let go of my hair, Heaven. I want to taste you.”
“I’m scared,” she whispered into the night.
I glanced up at her and rested my chin on her tight, thin belly. “Nothing to be scared of, baby. I’m not going to hurt you or do anything you don’t like. You know that, right? If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. No questions asked.”
Slowly she released my hair and nodded, inhaling so deeply her chest thrust up into the night, dragging a moan from my lips. After tossing her panties onto the floor, I ran my fingers through the curls at her apex, surprised by the softness waiting for me there. She was fit and trim everywhere else, but she had a generous mound that made Mr. Monster jump with the anticipation of sinking into her.
“Absolutely mouth-watering.”
I stroked the full length of her once with my tongue. Her sharp intake of breath made me smile, and I did it again, pausing to push my tongue inside her virgin warmth. She moaned, and it reverberated against me, pulling one from me in return. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come just from the taste of her. I stroked her again, my hand twining with hers to calm her as I helped her ride that wave up into the air where she could sit on top of it and be free for the first time. She thrashed under me, her whimpering enough to make me thrust against her thigh just to relieve the pressure building inside me. I wanted to be inside her, but she had to be ready. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Blaze, please,” she begged, her hand leaving mine to tug me up to her lips for another scorching kiss. She would taste herself on my lips, and I wanted that. I wanted her to know how much I loved the taste of her.
“What do you want, Heaven?” I asked, lavishing attention back on her left breast while she caught her breath.
“I want Mr. Monster inside me now,” she begged, her hips thrusting upward on her final demand.
I grinned a naughty grin while I took her hand and rested it against the front of my pants. “Say it again.”
“Mr. Monster,” she said, and on command, he jumped against her hand, yearning to be free. She raised a brow and then my pants were around my knees. She got her second look at a hard, spitting version of me.
“Blaze, you’re too big,” she said, fear in her eyes as I pulled my pants off the rest of the way.
Kneeling in front of her, I took her hand and kissed it, then wrapped it around him. “Get used to the way he feels in your hand. He looks big, but I promise you’ll be okay.”
She caressed me, her soft skin like velvet against the hard, throbbing mass I was having difficulty controlling. She looked up at me from her brows, right before she closed her lips around him and sucked hard and deep.
