Page 69 of Whisper of Temptation (Whisper Lake 4)

He swirled his tongue around each in turn, reveling in the way they grew even stiffer and insistent in his mouth. He suckled them and then flattened his tongue against her sensitive tips.

Her skin jumped with each jolt of pleasure he knew his attention was sending through her body, and he felt an answering shock of arousal tear through him each and every time.

She traveled her hands up and down his back and shoulders as he nipped, licked, and sucked her nipples. The sweet feeling of her soft touch on his skin reminded him of how vulnerable she was in spite of her strength and stoked the fire he felt inside—the one that fueled his instinct to shelter her and protect her. To keep her close and never let anything happen to her. To take care of her.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to go even longer, harder, and faster. Everything about her—body, mind, and spirit—inspired him to be better. To do more and be more. To quote the old Jack Nicholson movie, she made him want to be a better man. And when she touched him, especially the way she was touching him now, all of that was magnified ten-fold.

The way she moved her hands on his body tonight was more than just sexual, more than just physical even. It was like a secret, wordless language. She was communicating her thoughts and emotions through the gentle pressure of her fingertips, and through the soft grunts and gasps of pleasure that escaped her lips. And he was a part of it too. Every stroke of his fingers, lips, and palms against her hot, smooth skin was like a new word in that same unspoken language.

He slid his hand down her taut belly and into the warm wetness between her legs. He knew that was the right move when he heard her groan, “Oh. Yes. Touch me. Please. Right there.”

He pushed two fingers inside her and moved them back and forth, caressing her inner walls as he used his thumb to trace soft but powerful and rhythmic circles on her hard nub of pleasure.

His mouth never broke contact with her sweet breasts as he did this. He wanted to give her pleasure in every erogenous zone she possessed, all at once. He wanted to overload her body with as much beautiful sensation as he could. It was the only way he knew to express the depth of his feeling for her on a level deeper than words could ever reach. To give her this gift.

Soon, her body began to convulse under his touch. He felt her inner walls clenching against his fingers as he continued to move them inside of her. She arched her back and knotted her hands tightly in his hair.

“Oh. Oh, yes. Please. Please don’t stop. It feels so good,” she whispered out in a strangled cry as release swept through her. Even in the face of that evidence, he still didn’t quite believe he could possibly ever make her feel as good as she made him feel. He just didn’t see how it could be possible. But he was damn sure proud of the pleasure that he clearly was making her feel.

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Sara had alwaysheard the phrase seeing stars used to describe the phenomenon that happens when someone gets knocked out. She figured if that were the case, it must mean the orgasm rushing through her like a freight train had all the power of a TKO, because she was sure as hell seeing stars.

Her eyes slammed tightly shut as her body bucked and trembled under the powerful and expert ministrations of Austin’s highly skilled hands. White light was exploding behind her eyelids and her entire world narrowed down to nothing but her body, Austin’s mouth and hands, and the indescribable sensations they were sending through it.

She wanted this night to go on forever. Why couldn’t the world just stop spinning? Why couldn’t time just freeze in this perfect moment? Why couldn’t her entire life be as bliss-filled as this magical time with Austin?

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and was determined to just enjoy this time, to live in the moment. If this was, indeed, truly one of the last nights she and Austin had together, she certainly didn’t want to waste it with worries about the future. The future would have enough worries of its own when it arrived and became the present. At the moment, she just wanted to clear her mind, lean back, luxuriate in Austin’s touch, soak up every single bit of pleasure he could give her, and do her very best to reciprocate by giving him every last drop of pleasure within the power of her body and mind to give him. If, when the future came, all she was going to have left of Austin was a memory of this one special night, she wanted to make it a doozy, that was for dang sure.

When she was finally able to regain the power of speech and open her eyes, she was filled with warmth at the sight of Austin propped up on an elbow next to her, stroking her hair and looking at her with an expression of impossible affection on his face. She wondered if he was having the same sorts of thoughts she was at that moment—thoughts about wanting to make this one night between them, maybe even their last night together, as memorable as possible.

She stroked his face and then let her hands wander farther downward. When she went to slide her fingers around his shaft, she was surprised to see he had already slid on a condom. She’d been so wrapped up in the mind-blowing orgasm she hadn’t even noticed him do that. She smiled up into his eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Beyond ready. So ready.”

He knelt above her, and she guided his stiff length to her entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed into her with a powerful thrust, groaning deeply as he did so. “You feel so good,” he breathed in her ear. The awe clear in his tone sent shivers of pure wonder through her nerve endings. Austin made her feel truly worshiped. Truly cherished. That had never been something she thought was possible, or that she’d even wanted. Now that she had experienced it, though, she didn’t know if she could ever go back to living without it.

“Please,” she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms and legs around him in the most intimate, loving embrace she could imagine. “Make me forget. Make me forget everything but this. Us. Right here, right now. This is all that exists. Please.”

She felt his answer as he began to move in and out of her with long, smooth strokes. The pace of his thrusts increased, and so did the power behind them. The small earthquakes of sensation erupting all over her skin grew in intensity, and soon she felt another orgasm, even more powerful than the first, building and gaining momentum deep within her belly.

“Oh, yes, don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m going to come.”

“Come,” he gritted out. “Come, hard.”

With that, he shifted on his elbow, achieving a more advantageous angle for deeper penetration, and started to pound into her at a pace that bordered on frantic. Almost immediately, she felt a climax ripping through her, one that dwarfed any she’d previously experienced at any time in her life.

She felt her mouth fall open in a silent scream. She didn’t know how she managed to remain quiet when what she was experiencing was so primal. It was beyond all reason. There was nothing but pure pleasure. That was all that existed.

Sara clung to Austin as they rode their orgasms out together, emotion welling up in her, every bit as strong as the physical pleasure that filled her body entirely.

Once her orgasm started dying down and the lust-fog that had penetrated her brain began to ebb, she could no longer ignore the stark truth that she’d used this amazing sex with Austin as an escape—namely, that if she never saw Austin again after leaving Whisper Lake, she was going to be more than heartbroken, she’d be broken. It would cause total and complete devastation.

It was the first time she’d admitted it in those words, so starkly, even in her own mind. But now that she had, there was no denying it. She knew it to be true. She felt it deep down in her bones. If she and Austin weren’t together, there was going to be such a deep well of sadness in her for the rest of her life. She wasn’t sure how she’d live with that.

Of course, she knew she would. That wasn’t a question. She was a survivor, above all. Not to mention a caretaker, and she had two little lives who depended on her. But still, it was scary to think about how unbelievably hard it was going to be.

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