Page 12 of Untraceable
She leaned toward him and pressed her hand to his chest. She felt smooth, warm skin and unyielding muscle under the robe. His arms slowly wrapped around her, and she slid her hands up his chest, touching his neck and linking her hands behind it.
He lifted her, and his tongue began to lap at her lips, and she opened for him. Her body tingled in a rush of heat when his tongue stroked hers.
She was shivering with every touch and could feel his erection against her, and lifting her against him had given them an alignment that they would not have had otherwise. The mental image of wrapping her legs around him was a little too advanced.
He lifted his head and chuckled. “All these impulses you have that you won’t act on.”
“And that is why I am still in this situation today.”
He chuckled. “True.”
“I am not sure what to do with my hands.”
He stroked her cheek and lowered her to the floor. “You will figure it out, but you don’t need to do anything other than relax. This day is to acquaint you with pleasure so that you won’t be afraid of seeking it out.”
She snorted. “That sounds like something an opener would say.”
He chuckled. “Does it? It is still true.”
She blushed. “It’s embarrassing that everybody knows I haven’t had sex.”
“Have you had a partner that you wanted to have sex with?”
“No.”
“Then there is no embarrassment to be had. You are here today to just be able to tick it off on your life list?”
Val blushed. “That is a way to describe it. My body isn’t in any particular need or desperation, so this was the most un-urgent that I could be.”
“And still you warm easily. May I take the lead?”
She nodded. “Please. I promise not to bite or kick too much.”
He stroked her cheek. “I promise not to earn it.”
The tie that she had throttled into place came away under his fingers. He walked her over to the bed and slid the robe from her shoulders. His hands guided her down, and she reclined on one elbow.
There was a rustling, and a black robe slid to the floor next to the bed. He was still clothed in shadow, but he moved behind her and began to kiss her spine, one inch at a time. She felt him slowly easing her body into what it was supposed to be feeling, what would feel good. He traced her with his mouth and flicks of his tongue, and his hand trailed over her hip and outer thigh.
He slowly rolled her to her back, and his mouth began at her lips before he moved down her body, keeping her surrounded by him. When he licked at her breasts, her hands went to his hair, and when he sucked on her nipple, she clenched her toes as her body arched, and she felt a distinctly new moisture starting to emerge.
He treated her other breast to the same, and her legs slid as she squeaked in surprise. He moved back to the first, and she held his head as she started trembling with every slow suction and pluck of his lips.
When he returned to her left, she felt a tension pulling hard, and then it released, and she let out a choked moan while her body pulsed slowly.
Val was panting and could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed his way between her breasts and down her belly. His hands cupped her hips, and he moved down the bed. She was holding her thighs together when he pried them apart and dropped to his belly between her knees. He settled her legs over his shoulders, wrapped his arms under her thighs, and began to lick at her. She felt the strong heat of his tongue as it worked on the shining proof of her arousal until she closed her eyes. That was so much worse. She tried to sit up, but he slid a hand up her torso and pushed her back.
She was nervous, embarrassed, but he simply kept licking at her, and heat started to return. She curled her toes on his shoulder blades, and when she started flexing her hips against him, he slid two fingers into her.
His tongue remained worshipping her clit, and when she moved against his slowly moving fingers, he added a third. She paused and then started to roll her hips against his fingers, rapidly pushing toward another orgasm. When he pulled his fingers, she yelled, “No!”
He laughed and unravelled himself from her, and she felt the rigid length of his erection sliding into her. She blinked as he moved slowly, and as he moved, she felt him stretching her slowly.
She stared up at the shadow and undulated her hips with him, moving her legs up to hold him as he rocked into her, sweat to sweat, skin to skin. She heard her voice, caught him against her, and held tight. Her shriek rang in her own ears as fire ran under her skin, and her arms and legs held onto him as if he were the last man on the planet.
His groan echoed hers, and he held himself to her with short thrusts of his hips.
Val held tight to him and slowly relaxed her death grip. She whispered, “I am so sorry for that. I didn’t mean to...”
