Page 44 of A Lone Star Love Affair
“Wait,” he whispered, his kisses lingering on her inner thighs. She tried to spread her legs but was hampered by Tony’s legs as he straddled her. “Tony,” she gasped, his name merely a hoarse whisper. Need and pleasure racked her. She continued to clutch the bed as sensations showered her.
His tongue was hot, wet along her inner thigh, moving higher, his warm breath another tease, all building desire
“Tony,” she gasped, rolling over to look at him as he was on his knees, his thick rod, hard and ready. Beads of sweat gave a sheen to his skin while his bulging muscles were highlighted.
She took his thick rod in her hand, trailing her tongue on him, wanting to stir his passion as much as he had hers.
Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, he wound his hands in her hair as his breathing grew ragged. He groaned while she continued and then took him in her mouth, her tongue driving him to the brink.
He pulled her up and she looked into his dark eyes. In that moment she felt desired in a manner she never had before—not even that first night when they had both been lighthearted and carefree, just having fun. She had felt desired then, but there was a breathtaking, earnest quality tonight that had not been part of their first night. He wanted her, and the devastating depth of need in his expression all by itself became its own seduction, making her shake and reach for him to kiss him.
Leaning over to kiss her passionately, he wrapped her in his embrace. It was a kiss like none other, passionate, possessive, demanding, consuming her. His kiss fanned her desire into a raging need for all of him, to go beyond caresses and kisses. Her body responded, every inch tingling, aching for him. It was a kiss to never be forgotten, binding her to him this night in an event that would be locked in memory.
It was a kiss that sealed her response to him with no turning back. Her thundering pulse drove out all sounds while she could feel his pounding heart against her own.
She held his strong body, wanting the kiss to never end, at the same time wanting more now. She wanted beyond kisses, wanted Tony with all her being. His arousal was hard against her. He was ready.
She pushed him down to lavish kisses over him, moving to his legs as he had done. Her tongue moved across the back of his knee, up over his inner thigh while he groaned and knotted his fists. Her hands caressed him while she showered light kisses on him. Aware she was in love with him, she ceased to think beyond that point.
His body was strong, hard and masculine, setting her ablaze. Desire intensified while she wanted to prolong their loving, making it last far into the night. She took her time, slowing and doing all she could to pleasure him before he rolled over and she was astride him, gazing into brown eyes that had darkened to midnight while smoldering with desire.
She smiled at him as she caressed his chest and then moved down. Her hair spilled over both of them when she leaned down to trail her tongue over him, more kisses and touches that she hoped pleasured and consumed him. Twice he started to sit up, reaching for her as he groaned with desire, and she pushed him back.
“Wait, Tony, wait, so much more. It has been a long, long time.”
The third time she started to urge him to wait, he rolled her on the bed and stretched out beside her to pull her into his arms and kiss her hungrily.
His tongue went deep, his arms banding her. As his fingers tangled in her hair, he kissed her possessively.
“I want you,” she whispered, meaning it with all her being, holding back a declaration of love, yet knowing she was hopelessly lost.
He moved between her legs to kiss her, driving her beyond thought, until desire became an aching torment.
“Tony,” she whispered.
“Say it. You want me to love you,” he commanded in her ear, his breath warm, his tongue hot and wet.
“Yes,” she replied, meaning more than he could ever know. Running one hand over him, she held him tightly as she kissed him, moaning softly.
Finally, he paused, his fingers in her hair again. “Do you have protection?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’m not on anything.”
He moved away to find his slacks on the floor and return with a packet. She watched as he got a condom.
His gaze roamed over her and then he came down to hold her, his arms going around her while he kissed her. “Ah, Isabelle, I’ve wanted you more than you can ever guess. I never forgot and now I wonder why I didn’t pursue seeing you no matter what interfered.”
“Doesn’t matter now,” she whispered, for the moment feeling a bond with him that deep inside she knew was pure illusion. “This moment is what matters. You’re in my arms.” She pulled him close to kiss him again and he entered her slowly, the brief pain transforming as he filled her and moved.
She arched her back, meeting him, feeling one with him, warm, body against body, each held tightly while they kissed and loved intimately, a union that momentarily transcended reality.
Tension heightened, his control lasting as he pleasured her and she made love to him in return, carrying them higher and higher until they crashed over a summit, a spectacular climax that exploded with blinding lights behind her closed eyes and a roaring in her ears that had to be her own pounding heartbeat.
She held him tightly, imagining her hold on him would last, that the intimacy they had just shared would last even though she knew better.
“This is a special night, Tony,” she whispered, clinging tightly to him as they moved together, each gasping for breath, drifting back into the regular world.
“You’re a dream come true, a man’s fantasy in real life. Ah, Isabelle, seductive, enchantress, perfect.”
