If only she felt the same way.
There wasn’t much time left to convince her. Not nearly enough time.
She was warm, her body soft against his side, her head on his chest. Even in the dim golden light he could see her long hair fanned out over the sheets, like a mermaid’s. Beautiful.
He pulled her in closer, murmured, “Isabella.”
“Hmm?” Her voice was dusky with sleep.
“I need you, my Isabella.”
“What? Oh…”
He cupped her breast, his fingers playing over her hardening nipple. She let out a quiet moan. His cock went rock-hard simply hearing the desire in her tone, feeling her body responding. She was squirming as he pulled her lithe frame over his, her thighs parting.
Her pussy was soaking wet as it rubbed against the ridge of his erection. She kissed his neck, her mouth opening, and she began to suck. Pleasure rippled through him, as sinuous and slippery as her bare, wet sex sliding up and down on his rigid shaft.
“Ah, you’re going to kill me, Isabella.”
A small laugh from her, then she lowered her head and took one of his nipples into her mouth.
He couldn’t believe how good it felt, her hot, sucking mouth. It was even better when she used her teeth, biting him just hard enough.
“I’m going to explode, querida. Just…ah, let me get a condom…”
“Explode, Rafael. I want you to,” she whispered.
“You first, Isabella. Come here.”
He pulled her hips, guiding her until her lovely pussy was over his face. He breathed her in, that scent of female desire. Like nectar to him. And her pussy was pink and wet, like some exotic fruit. He knew it would be just as sweet.
He let his tongue dart out, taking just a small taste, teasing them both. And heard her sigh.
“Good, Isabella?”
“Oh, yes…”
He swept his tongue over her slit, then pulled back.
“Ah, Rafael…come on.”
She tried to wriggle but he held her more firmly, and pulling her closer, he plunged his tongue inside her.
“Oh…”
He went to work then, licking her slit, her clit, then sucking it into his mouth. Her juices were sweet, her moans sweeter. Her hips arched, riding his tongue, and his cock pulsed with the beat of her desire.
“Ah, God, Rafael…”
She ground down into him, and he sucked harder. Her thighs tensed, and she cried out as she came, her hands going into his hair, gripping. Still she squirmed, and he didn’t let her go, sucking, licking, until he knew she was done.
He let his hands stroke over her thighs, then, waited for her panting breath to slow.
“I need more, Rafael.”
“Yes…” He reached for one of the condom packets on the nightstand.
She moved down his body, her soaking pussy brushing against his cock for one agonizing moment. Then she arched away for a moment so he could roll the condom on, his own fingers almost too much to bear on his sensitive cock.
She lowered her hips over his. “Now I’m going to fuck you, Rafael,” she said, a wicked gleam in her wide, green eyes. Her mouth was pink, lush.
“Ah, yes…do it, Isabella. Fuck me.”
He reached for her breasts, filling his hands with that silken flesh, thumbing her hard nipples. She sighed and lowered her sex over the tip of his cock. She paused there, torturing him with pleasure, with anticipation. That wet, hot opening hovering over him. Then she grasped his shoulders, her fingers biting into his flesh, and slammed her hips down, impaling herself.
“Isabella!”
It was so damn good. Her silken skin under his hands, his cock buried deep inside her body. When she began to move, her hips pumping, he thought he really might die of pleasure.
She was moving faster, her hips grinding into him, and he reached between her lovely thighs and pinched her clit, hard. She groaned, and he felt her sex squeeze around his cock.
“Rafael… I’m going to come again.”
“Yes, come, my Isabella. My beautiful girl. Come onto me.”
He rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, met her pumping hips with an upward thrust. Pleasure gripped his body as her slick pussy gripped his cock. She was coming, clenching him, over and over. Her cries were as erotic to him as her tight, wet pussy, sending him over that edge. His body went hard all over, his cock pulsing. His climax bore down on him, overpowering, intense. Come pumped hot through his cock as he pumped into her body, his hips arcing.
And through the misty fog of orgasm, his heart beat, a thrumming hammer in his chest. It beat with exertion. With heat.
With love.
He loved her. Still. Again. It didn’t matter.
He swept her hair from her face and pulled her down so he could kiss her. He kissed her hard, his tongue sliding between her plush, lovely lips, seeking the heat of her mouth. Seeking her heart.
Isabel opened to him, loving the taste of him on her tongue. Loving his cock still hard inside her. Loving that she could bring him pleasure.
Her head was spinning, her body humming with tiny, shivering threads of pleasure. She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to. She was feeling too much. And she swore she could feel just as much emotion in his kiss.
Rafael.
Was it real? Could she trust it? But she trusted him. She loved him, and she knew her love was true and real. She was utterly helpless against it. What else could she do but love him? This man she had loved most of her life, whether it was the memory of what they’d had at eighteen, or who he was now.
He pulled back.
“Isabella.”
He held her face in his hands. They were warm. Strong. In the pale light of the rising sun, she could see his eyes, his beautiful eyes, silver and gold and green. What she saw there made her heart stutter. Stop. She held her breath.
“Isabella, tell me you’ll stay.”
“Rafael, what are you saying?”
“That I need you with me. That I can’t watch you leave again.”
“You want me…here? On the island with you?”
“Yes. No. I want you anywhere. Everywhere.”
“What? Rafael. I’m not… I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.”
“Isabella…”
He paused, his eyes dark, gleaming. His face was so beautiful, the sun touching his cheek with golden light. She bit her lip, waiting, her heart beating one breath at a time.
“Isabella,” he began again. “My Isabella. How could I ever have doubted that I still love you?”
“Rafael.” She thought her heart would burst, but she tried to hold it back. Tears burned her eyes. “How can we know so soon? I want to believe it. That you love me. That I love you…”
“Do you love me, Isabella?” he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“Yes. I love you.” She reached out, brushed her fingertips over his lips, his jaw, needing to feel him. “I’ve known it almost since I got here. But it wasn’t until right now that I’ve understood how…real this is.”
“That’s all we need to know. The rest we can work out. Come and be with me, mi cariño.”
“Rafael, I…do you mean you want me to live here with you? On the island?”
He laughed then, his smile dazzling her as it always had. “Haven’t I mentioned that I live mostly in Miami? I come here a few times a year for a maybe month at a time. If you wouldn’t mind traveling, you could come with me. You can find work there. Or you can work for my family’s hotels. Or not work at all. It would be up to you. Just say you want to be with me. The rest are nothing more than details.”
“I want to be with you. I do. Anywhere.”
She smiled at him, and he pulled her down, kissed her hard and long. Kissed her breathless. Finally, he let her go long enough to roll her over, covering her body with his, His weight was sweet on her, his skin smooth and warm, fragrant with the scents of ocean and skin and sex. And him.
Rafael.
> Her Rafael. Finally.
“I still can’t believe this,” she told him. “That we found each other after all this time.”
“We had time to grow the years we were apart. This was the way it was meant to be. I believe that. You came back to me on your birthday, the twenty-first of March, just as we promised each other. The spring equinox, a time for new beginnings. And now we have ours.”
“I’ve never been superstitious. I’ve never thought too much about destiny. But maybe you’re right…”
She was breathless with it all—her love for him, his love for her. The idea of the two of them together.
“I believe that things happen for a reason. But it’s not important, is it? We’re together. That’s all that matters.”
He bent to kiss her again, his lips soft on hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she felt that powerful surge of desire. He was growing hard once more against her thigh. He nuzzled into her neck, making her warm all over, desire filling her up again. Desire and emotion.
“This is how we must celebrate each of your birthdays, Isabella. Our new beginning. We must come back here every year, make love in this bed. And in between we’ll love each other. Be together.”
As long as they were together. That was all that mattered.
“I love you, my Isabella.”
“I love you. I always have.”
He kissed her once more, tenderly this time, holding her face between his hands, as though she were something infinitely precious. Her heart flooded with love, pure and true, and she was filled with a sense of possibility. Of a future, with Rafael. She didn’t know exactly what it would hold, but as long as they held onto each other this time, anything could happen. And, whatever adventures life would bring them, she was ready. Finally. Truly. Ready for a new beginning. With him.
About the Author
The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in Cosmopolitan.
Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website: www.edenbradley.com
Look for these titles by Eden Bradley
Now Available:
Tempt Me Twice
Midnight Playground
The Seeking Kiss
Celestial Seductions
Winter Solstice
Coming Soon:
Celestial Seductions
Summer Solstice
Love with a beautiful stranger isn’t so strange—if you believe in destiny.
Winter Solstice
© 2009 Eden Bradley
Clinical psychologist Destiny Walker considers herself far too logical for any of that “soul mate” nonsense. Even if her beloved, dearly departed Nana insisted she was going to meet hers someday. When a sudden downpour sends her ducking into a psychic reader’s storefront—and the woman confirms everything her grandmother said—doubt begins to sneak into the corners of her mind.
A chance meeting—more like a collision—with Superman look-alike Reece Kellan sets off a sexual chemistry reaction the likes of which she’s never felt. She isn’t prone to falling into bed with strangers, but he does things to her body that leave her breathless…and unsure where her pleasure ends and his begins.
And that’s the part that scares the hell out of her…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Winter Solstice:
He leaned in, closer, until his mouth closed over hers. His lips were warm, so warm and sweet. And when he parted them and drove his tongue into her mouth, pleasure drove in with it, lancing deep into her body. A long shudder went through her, and her legs went weak. But he held her tight, crushed against him. She could feel every taut muscle in his body, his heart hammering in his chest, pounding against her breasts, making her nipples harden.
He deepened the kiss, and she closed her eyes. Again that flood of images in her mind: the bed, the softly diffused golden light, and somehow she knew his bedroom would look just like that.
But his hands roaming her body distracted her. He was kissing her hard, their mouths fused together, tongues twining. Primal. Animalistic. He gave her no time to think about it as he pushed her up hard against the door.
She could feel the planes of his chest, and God, his erection pressing into her thigh, big, warm, pulsing. She’d never wanted anything so desperately in her life.
He tore his mouth from hers, bent over her neck and left a trail of kisses, burning her flesh.
“Reece, I have to…let me…” She was panting as she fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt.
“Here, darlin’.” In moments he slipped his shirt from his shoulders and she took in the smooth expanse of his wide, muscled chest.
Yes, Superman indeed.
His skin was a light gold, as though he’d recently been in the sun. His nipples were brown and hard, with a bit of dark hair sprinkled between and around them.
When she ran her fingers over the tips, he groaned.
He pulled her sweater off in an instant and then very quickly her bra. He stood back for a moment, watching her, exploring her bare flesh with his eyes. Her nipples went harder beneath his searching gaze.
“Ah, beautiful,” he murmured, his accent thicker, his tone reverent. “You look like… I don’t know. But I know your body, as though I’ve touched you before. Maybe I have, if only in my dreams. Ah, but this is no dream.”
“Touch me, Reece.”
Then he was on her, his big hands cupping her breasts. She arched, pushing into him, into the pleasure of his touch, his smooth, dry palms. When he thumbed her nipples she gasped, the sensation shooting straight to her sex, making her ache.
It was even better when he snaked one hand down and cupped her mound through her jeans. Almost too much. She was trembling with need.
She could not get the misty image of the bed out of her mind. His bed. Their naked bodies pressed together. Reece fucking her…
“Please, Reece.”
“All right, that’s enough of these damn clothes.” His voice was a ragged growl.
He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then yanked them off, her lace panties coming with them.
Yes, to be naked in front of him. Open to his touch, thighs spread for him.
His pants were gone just as quickly. His erect cock sprouted from a nest of dark curls, the silky head already glistening with pre-come. Her mouth watered.
Then he was on her again, sliding to his knees on the floor, kissing her stomach. Holding on to her hips in a tight grasp, he pressed her back against the door again. And then he put his mouth on her.
There was nothing gentle or exploratory about his mouth. He dove right into her, licking her swollen pussy lips, lowering his hands to spread them wide, opening her up to his hot, invading tongue as he plunged into her. She trembled all over, her body shivering with pleasure. Waves of it, hot and hard, driving into her along with his wet tongue. She could come at any moment.
Then he swept his tongue upward, licked across her clit, and a shock lanced through her, pure ecstasy. He sucked the swollen nub of her clitoris into his mouth and sensation drove through her body. He worked her with his mouth: lips, teeth and tongue. Licking and sucking, harder and harder. And she came, a stabbing pleasure so sharp she shook with the force of it.
She was moaning, shivering, coming harder than she ever had in her life. And just when the tremors began to subside, he pushed his fingers into her, curving them until he caught her G-spot with his fingertips, and suddenly she was coming again. Coming all over his fingers and his hot, sucking, beautiful mouth.
Before the last ripples of orgasm had left her body, he rose to his feet and pressed against her once more.
She
ran her hands over his shoulders, across his wide back, down to fill her hand with the rigid length of his cock. Oh yes, he was big, his cock a solid shaft of velvet in her palm. She could feel the blood pulsing beneath his flesh. The desire.
“Lord, you feel good, Destiny. As good as you taste.” He groaned when she tightened her grip. “Condom, damn it.”
He swept her into his arms, carried her though the house as though she were no larger than a doll. And even that embrace felt familiar to her.
This is where I belong.
But she was overwhelmed by the sexual connection. Yes that was it. Wasn’t it? She couldn’t think, desire still raging through her body.
He kicked open a door, and she wasn’t surprised to find herself being laid on a big bed in a half-darkened room. A room lit by the golden glow of an amber-tinted glass lamp on the nightstand.
Leaning over her, he kissed her lips, her cheek, trailed down her neck and drew one stiff nipple into his mouth. She arched off the bed, wanting more of him, pushing into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the rigid peak and pleasure was electric, shocking, making her need to come again. When he began to suck she thought she would, from nothing more than his hot, wet mouth on her breast.
Reaching down to grasp his cock in her hand, she stroked the long, hard shaft. Her own sensations intensified.
He moaned, sucked harder before letting her nipple go to rasp out, “If you keep doing that, my darlin’, I’ll come right now in your hot little hand. Not that I wouldn’t love to. But I need to be inside you. And I want you to come again first.”
He slid his hand between her thighs. Two fingers pressed into her while he used his thumb to stroke her clit. He went back to work with his mouth again, licking her nipples, first one, then the other.
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