“No. You are astonishing just as you are,” he said, his gaze slowly caressing her body.
He grabbed her h*ps and pulled her to him, the sweet sensation of his hardness pressing against her stomach. Then, with no effort at all, he lifted her, setting her on the wide ledge of the balcony with her back against the high railing and tugging her h*ps forward as he pressed tightly against her, his long, thick staff resting against her heat.
She wiggled against him, her br**sts brushing his chest, her ni**les pulsing with the need to be touched. She didn’t know whether she asked him aloud or not, but his head moved, his lips trailing down her jaw and then lower, his tongue going in circles around her breast.
“Please,” she called, needing him to end this torment. Why wouldn’t he give her what she needed so badly?
He circled his tongue around her dusky aureoles several times, wetting her skin, then moving back as the warm wind blew across her, making her stomach tighten.
Finally, when she was ready to grab his head and force him to do what she wanted, he opened his mouth and sucked her nipple inside, his tongue sweeping across the hardened peak, making her head fall back as she groaned in pure bliss.
“More!”
She couldn’t ever remember feeling so much pure lust and yet ethereal passion, and she couldn’t help but wrap her legs around his waist. She couldn’t have ever imagined wanting a man so badly. She didn’t take sex casually, ever! But she was grateful in this moment that she was breaking her rules, because she was on fire.
Moving his head, Ian gave her neglected breast equal attention, then lifted his hands and gripped them both tightly as he tweaked her ni**les, causing the slightest ache, but soothing them so quickly, all she knew was pleasure.
“Lean back,” Ian commanded.
Rachel didn’t even think of arguing with him. She leaned against the safety rail, gripping it with her hands as Ian’s mouth traveled down her stomach, his tongue making lazy circles against her quivering flesh.
When he reached the top of her panties, she waited for him to remove them, but he kissed her right over the top of the material, his wet tongue swiping the revealing lace. She’d never imagined something feeling so good, but when he reached the apex of her core, and sucked her swollen flesh through the lace, she jumped, her body nearly exploding with one touch of his masterful lips.
Pushing her thighs apart further, his tongue ran along the smooth flesh between her thighs and her core, slipping beneath the edge of her panties and rubbing along the smooth lips that protected her core.
After his hand shifted the lace, his skillful tongue finally touched her where she craved it most and ran along her hot pink flesh, making her body orbit to a whole new realm of pleasure. “Yes,” she moaned in praise, her fingers holding on tightly to the rail.
His tongue sank inside her, pushing against her flesh, rubbing her in ways she never imagined wanting to be rubbed. He lifted his other hand, and with a quick rip, her panties fell from her body, leaving her completely bare and vulnerable before him.
“You taste more exquisite than the finest wine,” he said before his lips closed over her heat and sent her soaring. Her body quivered over and over again, for seconds, minutes, hours — she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was flying, and she hoped she never had the misfortune of landing.
Not pulling from her core, he squeezed her bu**ocks as his tongue continued flicking against her flesh, and instead of dying down, she felt the sensations in her body building again as it reached for pleasure once more.
What was this? She didn’t understand. She’d never been able to come more than once. It always hurt to have this area stroked after she’d already been pleasured. But here she was, lifting higher and higher.
Before this moment, she’d fooled around with men, gone far enough that she’d been pleasured, but never to this extent, never to where she felt as if she had lifted off the ground, and would never land again. Yes, it was time to let go, time to experience what so many others had spoken of. Why would she have waited so long to experience something like this?
Because she hadn’t found the right man to set her free.
“Yes, Rachel, let go,” he called, lifting his head for only a second.
When he plunged two fingers deep inside her core, she flew again, her body gripping his hand as she shuddered at his touch, feeling as if she had been stripped bare.
“Oh, Ian…” she moaned as he pulled back, his lips red and moist from his thorough attentions.
“We have all night, Rachel, but I must feel your sweet flesh gripping me right now,” he said as he stood and quickly thrust inside of her. A sharp pinch ripped through her, but she wouldn’t allow him to know that. She was through being a little girl, and this couldn’t stop.
Somewhere along the way he’d lost his underwear, and for a brief second, she was disappointed to not have seen him in all his glory, but then he pulled back and re-entered, and all her disappointment was washed away.
She gazed at the glittering stars high above her, the sound of the ocean way below washing across her. No one could see them, but she still loved being out on the open balcony, loved having only the slight rays of the quarter moon cascade across her.
“Oh, my sweet Rachel,” he called out, groaning as he continued his slow and magical movements.
Rachel lifted her legs, wrapping them around his torso as she leaned back a little more, her br**sts being pushed up as he quickened his pace.
“Yes, hard like that,” Rachel cried as his h*ps thrust against her, his manhood filling her to the utmost, heating her body toward another earth-shattering orgasm.
“You are so damned beautiful,” he growled as he sped up, one hand gripping her hip while the other lifted to caress her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple gently and rolling it between his fingers.
Rachel went over the edge and cried out at the same time she felt him shaking, then heard his growl of pleasure as he let go.
Several moments passed before either of them felt the last tremors of their orgasms, both of them groaning as wave after wave washed over them.
When she felt him withdraw from her, she whimpered, but couldn’t find the strength even to reach out and grab him. She didn’t need to worry — he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed, where he pulled her close, laying her head against his chest while he began stroking her back.
She expected him to fall instantly asleep, sated — having gotten what he wanted. But his hand curved around her backside, and his movements became more aggressive. To her shock, she felt him harden.