Page 69 of Whisper of Love (Whisper Lake 1)

An eager gasp filled the air as she angled her hips up, pushing for even closer contact between them. He repeated his movements, drawing out increasingly frantic moans and whimpers from Ali.

Kade studied her face, her movements, and her voice. He looked for small clues that would tell him when he was hitting the spots that were particularly effective at ramping up her pleasure. Soon, she was writhing underneath his hand as he stimulated her most sensitive pressure points and reduced her to a trembling mass of jelly, her muscles shaking and twitching uncontrollably.

With measured control, he kept the rhythm of his touch steady as she gave herself over to her release. He watched as the throes of passion overtook her and he lost himself in her. She was mesmerizing. Her body, her soul, her wetness, her warmth. Everything about her was so fascinating, and it all worked to pull him in, hypnotizing him.

When her limbs went limp, she opened her eyes and they locked with his. He held her golden gaze. As they stared into one another’s eyes something ignited in her. She sat up suddenly, a fire in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. There was a frenetic energy about her as her fingers reached for his jeans and pulled at the button and zipper.

His body was primed, ready, and about to explode from the hot foreplay they’d just engaged in. Seeing her frenzied movements and feeling the sensation of her clumsy touch through his jeans only amped the arousal that was coursing through him. Once again, he covered her hands with his, stilling them to get himself under control so he didn’t pop before they’d even gotten to the good stuff.

He set her hands aside and stood to unbutton his jeans. His heart was galloping like a herd of wild horses as he slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down until they hit the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked off his shoes. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breaths as he turned to face her, his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Her amber gaze lifted to meet his. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes burned like hot coals as she licked her lips. It was a slow movement, made all the more sexy by virtue of the fact that she clearly wasn’t intending it to be. It was just Ali, being so sexy in her natural, everyday movements that she had him in a perpetual state of half-chub. Or, like in the current moment, full-fledged, throbbing hard on.

His erection jutted up proudly like a flagpole on territories that had just been claimed. Except this time, he wasn’t doing the claiming. Ali reached out and took him in her own hands, and he moved his hand to her hair. Her fingers traced slow strokes up and down his shaft. Her movements sent shudders racing through his entire body. He focused all of his concentration on maintaining his control.

He let his head fall back and focused on the sensations. Every movement of her hands, every slight stroke over his sensitive dick, sent a new wave of pleasure through him. And with every new wave, he felt a little more lightheaded and a little less connected to reality.

Then, she upped the ante by fixing her lips around his tip and swirling her tongue. It was methodical, and the pressure was perfect. She sucked him, licked him, and stroked him like she was making love to him. Fuck, it was taking everything he had not to come in her mouth. It wasn’t just the physical sensation that had him near the edge, it was the way she put her whole heart and soul into making him feel good.

She pumped her head up and down, keeping her lips fastened tight around his thick shaft. Her tight, wet mouth sucked at his cock every second of every stroke, and he felt like it was going to suck him straight into oblivion.

The spinning in his head and the tremors in his body reached the breaking point where he knew he had to put a stop to this or he’d shoot his load straight into her mouth. Kade put his palms against her shoulders and gently pushed her back from him. He grinned down at her. “My turn,” he said simply. And then she grinned, her eyes flashing.

He knelt beside the couch as she reclined back, settling into the cushions. His hands pushed her knees open as he wasted no time pressing soft kisses up and down the silky, smooth skin on her inner thigh.

She moaned, arched her back, and opened her legs further. Like a predator pouncing on prey, he captured her sex with his mouth as he pressed two fingers into her tight passage. Her body bucked against him as he curled the tip of his finger, hitting a spot that he’d found the first night they’d made love. His tongue flicked rapidly over her engorged tip as his fingers worked to stimulate her inner walls.

Soon, her inner walls contracted around his digits as she rode out her release, grinding her hips against his mouth as she came apart. He smelled the earthy scent, watched her sexy body twitch, felt her tight canal spasm, tasted her sweet release, and heard her sensual moans.

He knew that he’d never be as happy as he was in this moment; bringing Ali this kind of pleasure was the peak of his existence. His only hope was that he got to travel to that peak for the rest of his life.

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Ali’s head spunhard from the climax that Kade’s mouth had sent roaring through her when he thrust inside her, piling sensation on top of sensation. She could still feel the soft waves of ebbing orgasm shivering through her body as the new waves of being stretched and filled crashed through her.

She felt the cushions dip beneath her back. She opened her eyes to see Kade hovering above her. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, making the kiss feel more intimate and pushing her erotic limits.

Her arms wrapped around him, loving the feel of his solid strength as it surrounded her. She let go and drifted into the bliss of swirling sensations that his kiss, his touch was bringing her.

When he broke their connection she began to protest until she felt his lips being pressed to the hollow of her neck. He continued kissing down her body and she marveled at the trail of fire that his lips left in their wake.

She couldn’t keep herself still under his caress. Her body writhed as if it had a mind of its own. Every brush of his fingers against her hip, every flick of his tongue on her nipple, every press of his leg between her inner thighs. They all elicited moans and whimpers; they all caused a writhing that she couldn’t have choreographed even if she had tried.

Every time she was in Kade’s arms she felt utterly safe and protected. She took one look at his solid arms, strong muscles, and masculine tats and knew that nothing could hurt her. Except him. It had been so painful to love him and not be loved back, but now she knew that she was.

Life had beaten her up so thoroughly over the past several months that she’d honestly wondered at times if she’d ever feel safe again. The idea that she would have someone in her life that loved her as much as she loved them, that would work just as hard to take care of her as she worked to take care of them…it had seemed like a pipe dream. It had felt to her, during her most lonely times, as if it would be dangerous to even dream that it could be a possibility because of the crushing disappointment that would inevitably descend when she returned to reality and realized how far from a realistic possibility it was in her world.

Then Kade had come back. And he’d changed everything. He’d taught her how to trust again, and he’d taught her the value of forgiveness. He’d shown her that she was worthy of being cherished and loved. He’d opened up her heart in places that she hadn’t even realized it had been closed.

And, yes. He made her feel safe. And protected. And she loved that.

She tried to push all of that out of her mind and live in the moment as he engulfed first one of her nipples in his mouth, and then moved to the other. He rotated back and forth between them, seeming to have a natural instinct about when he’d stimulated one to the peak point of pleasure, almost to the place where that pleasure turned to pain, and then he’d move to the next and do the same.

He knew her body instinctively. If she’d been guiding his every move, she couldn’t have directed him to give her any more pleasure than he already was. He seemed to know what she needed in ways that she wasn’t even consciously aware of herself.

It seemed like such a cliché, the whole “this person knows me better than I know myself” thing, but he proved it every time he touched her. He was connected to her on a soul-level that she couldn’t even begin to understand but simply made up her mind to enjoy with everything in her.

As he trailed kisses with his lips and curlicues with his tongue over each of her nipples, she arched her back and pushed them against his mouth, wanting more of him. More of his kisses, more of his tongue. Just more of him altogether.

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