Page 66 of A Virgin for the Icy Highlander
“Oh, yes!” she moaned, biting her lip. “Hunter, please!”
She barely heard herself begging, but shedidnotice the harder suction of Hunter’s mouth and the intense strum of his fingertips on her bud.
He was no longer teasing that bundle of nerves, but giving it exactly what it wanted. It was as if those two words had unlocked something within him, translating the desires of her body the moment they were felt, permitting him to read her mind.
Releasing her nipple, his searing kiss traced up the column of her throat. His tongue tasted her skin until he found her mouth again.
This kiss was unlike any that had come before. It was passion and promise and longing, earnest and fierce and languid, slower and more sensual, as if to say,Let’s nae rush.
Running her fingertips through his hair, sliding her hand up the side of his neck, she kissed him back with that same, slow need, relishing the sultry pace.
But it couldn’t last. Her desire soared to new heights with every strum and circle of his fingertips. Rising ecstasy brought a frenzied hunger to their kiss. She clung to him, kissing him hard and fast and fierce, gasping and moaning with every breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as she felt herself racing toward that peak of pleasure.
“Yes, Hunter!” she cried out, urging him on. “Oh, yes… Oh… Oh, God!”
The wave struck her like a lightning bolt, faster and more ferocious than the first time. It pummeled through her veins, her limbs, and her muscles until she trembled against the railing. Her back arched as the pleasure crashed over her. Her headswam. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she chased the feeling to its end.
But before she could even lament the fading sensation, wishing she could feel it again, over and over, Hunter withdrew his fingers from her swollen bud and sank slowly to his knees.
Puzzled, and still struggling for breath, she was about to ask what he was doing when she felt it: the long, slow stroke of his tongue gliding through her slick folds, tasting her, before rolling across the bundle of nerves that had only just unleashed its earth-shattering blast of pleasure.
He was tender, as if he knew her sweet bud might be sensitive. Every roll of his tongue made her jolt as if she no longer had any control over her body.
“Oh, my…Hunter…” She gasped and gripped the railing as her bundle of nerves adjusted, eagerly readying itself to grace her with all the euphoria she could handle.
Perhaps it was the pressure, different from the caress of his fingertips, or perhaps it was the warmth of his tongue, but a deeper pulse of promised pleasure began to ache between her thighs. She felt as if there were reservoirs of ecstasy within her, and he had only unleashed the contents of one so far.
His hand slipped beneath her thigh, lifting it onto his shoulder as he tasted her again and again, not rushing in the slightest. He took his time to torment her in the most delicious way.
“Yes…” she moaned, her neck arching back.
At that moment, his fingertips danced up the inside of her thigh, tickling her sensitive skin, adding a fresh flurry of sparks to the bonfire that blazed anew within her.
“I want to feel your touch,” she panted, knowing what was coming next. “Please, Hunter…”
She could barely draw breath. The air caught in her throat as he slid his fingers inside her, curling them in that skillful way, finding the spot where new heights of pleasure could be found.
Between the residual throb of her first climax, the slow, stirring stroke of his tongue, and the pulse of his fingers inside her, she truly thought she might shatter as the force of all those sensations surged and swirled within her body. It was all too much, all at once, and she didn’t want it to end. Ever.
This is my future,she realized with a grin of utter satisfaction.
How could she ever give this up? How could she ever walk away from this, when she was only just beginning to discover the possibilities?
No, she would have to be dragged kicking and screaming, and even then, she would just run right back to him.
“Oh my God!” she cried out, delirious with bliss as, to her astonishment, she felt a second wave of ecstasy beginning to rise within her.
With his talented touch and tongue working their magic on her, sending her hurtling toward another dose of paradise, it wasn’t long until that wave threatened to crest.
But Hunter wasn’t quite ready to give her what she wanted. His tongue circled her bud, reducing the intensity just enough to make her body yearn. He left her teetering on the very precipice of bliss. It was torture of the best kind.
Her body trembled from head to toe as her breathing grew ragged and desperate. Her heart thundered in her chest as if it was trying to make him hear its call for more, more, more.
At the same time, he began to slide his fingers in and out of her in a rolling motion, creating a maddening friction against that sensitive spot that almost made her scream. For she was so close to climax, yet not close enough, still dancing on the edge of it.
He proceeded to tease her, holding the most perfect control over her body, playing her like a beloved instrument through a concerto of euphoria, deciding the rises and falls, until her knees threatened to buckle.
It was all she could do to keep breathing and hold herself up against the railing. Her mind was somewhere in another realm where nothing but pleasure existed as she willingly committed her body to whatever he wished to do.
