“Lie down,” he almost gasped.
She hesitated only a moment before stretching out on his bed a bit stiffly, her clothes still in place. Tanner picked up the oil he had on the nightstand and rubbed some into his hands to warm it up, and he joined her on the bed.
Sliding his hands beneath the hem of her sweatshirt, he caressed the silk skin of her back — or was it satin? — and when he heard her involuntary moan of approval, his body went from merely ready for action to pulsing, and it took only an instant.
“Are you warm enough?” he asked as his hand moved farther up, pushing up the sweatshirt and exposing her lower back to him. He wanted to see more.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Taking a handful of the stupid shirt, he began tugging it upward in earnest, holding his breath, hoping she wouldn’t stop him. She lifted her body, making it easier for him to get the material over her head. Then she lay back down, her back to him. Unclasping her bra, he drew the straps down her arms, realizing that his fingers were trembling.
She said nothing as he pulled the lacy material free and tossed it aside. Adding more oil to his hands, he ran his fingers across her back and sides, kneading her muscles as she gave him gasps of pleasure in return.
“Your skin is flawless,” he told her.
“Mmm…your hands are magic,” she replied, making him smile.
After devoting a good amount of time to her back, he reached into the waistband of her sweatpants and began slowly helping her out of them. Her body tensed, but only for a moment, and then she relaxed again as his hands glided down her legs.
As she lay na**d before him, her sweet bu**ocks looking up at him, Tanner wanted nothing more than to strip off his own clothes, turn her over onto her back, and then plunge deep within her heat. But tonight was about seduction, and it was about pleasure. There was no hurry. He refused to shortchange either of them.
The glow from the candles cast shadows on her skin as he ran his hands over every inch of her. Shivers traveled down her body.
“If you are too cold, I can cover you,” he said. “Though it would be a sin to hide your beauty.”
“I’m not cold,” she sighed. “I’m actually burning up.”
Finally, he pushed against her to turn her up toward him. He needed to be face to face with her, to see the glories of her chest and, yes, below. He wasn’t sure if she would let that happen — if she did, they both knew what would come next. He was throbbing so consistently that he didn’t know how much restraint he’d be able to show her.
But she went along with what he wanted and looked at him through half-closed lids, and it was now his turn to groan in pleasure. Her body was perfect, stunning, in fact — her br**sts were high and firm, her stomach curved subtly and beautifully, and then lower, her womanhood positively gleamed, and he was desperate to spread her thighs and taste her.
Instead, he ran his hands up her stomach, the oil coating her skin as he pushed over the mounds of those amazing br**sts and massaged them in his hands. Her ni**les jutted out at him imploringly, and her breathing deepened.
“I want you so much, Kyla. This massage can end right now…or we can continue,” he said, needing her to understand her choices.
“I want you, too, Tanner,” she whispered.
Leaning down, he placed his hands beneath her and pressed her na**d body against his clothed one — though, despite those annoying clothes, his hardened manhood was more than apparent. And then he kissed her, a slow, sure kiss that made everything spin.
Tanner’s heart thudded in his chest. He slowly moved his mouth down her throat, sucking on her glistening skin as he made his way toward her br**sts. The first taste of her sweet nipple stole his breath away, and her groan made him push against her in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the ache in his throbbing shaft.
“So good,” he murmured, sucking one nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue before kissing between her br**sts and then giving ample attention to her other compelling areola.
Sitting up, Tanner ripped off his shirt, wanting to feel skin against skin. Then, he yanked off his pants, leaving them both na**d on the bed together — naked, that was, except for his ever-present thick socks. Their bodies were entwined, their breathing heavy.
“Protection. I forgot protection,” he said, knowing he was now going to wither away to nothing. Or else break apart in a gigantic fireball.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I’m…um…protected. I’m on birth control…um…to control…um…cramps,” she told him, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
“Good enough for me,” he told her. Say what? He’d never said anything like that before. He never trusted women when they claimed they were protected. But he didn’t think it was possible not to make love to her right now, so he banished the thought of entrapment from his mind.
He kissed her again, much less gently this time. He devoured her mouth, drinking in her sounds of pleasure once again. And then he moved down her body, pressing his lips to the curve of her stomach before spreading open her thighs and gazing at her delectable womanhood.
“So beautiful,” he said reverently before bending forward and swiping his tongue along her heat, her intoxicating scent seeping into his central nervous system and sending him into overdrive.
Slipping his fingers inside her while his tongue explored her slick folds, he groaned against her. She was more than ready for him and he knew he could take her right now. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to taste her, feel her, make love to her all night with his mouth alone.
When he felt her body tense, he sucked harder on her swollen bud of pleasure — it was as erect as he was! — and she unleashed a delicious cry that almost echoed through the room as her body shook in ecstasy. A few more gentle flicks from his tongue had her nearly sobbing, and then he climbed back up her body. Now he would plunge inside her!
Kyla had other plans, however. Sitting up, she pushed him over onto his back and straddled him, her eyes blazing, the heat from her core warming his pulsing arousal — as if it needed more warmth. Leaning forward, she kissed him, and then she lowered her head and trailed kisses down his chest and over his stomach.
“I’ve always thought this small patch of hair is so sexy on a man,” Kyla said as she kissed his lower stomach, causing it to quiver with her tenderly attentive touch.
He couldn’t speak as her lips gave butterfly kisses all down his throbbing staff. When her wonderful fingers gripped him and squeezed, he groaned heavily, his head turning to and fro as he gripped the bedsheets to keep him from grabbing her and flipping her over.