Heaven Inside You

by Mina Snowe

  “You look…refreshed.”

  “How did you get in my room?”

  “That door over there.”

  He pointed at a door snuggled between the wardrobe and the dresser on the far side of the room.

  At her puzzled look, he explained, “We have adjoining rooms. That right there is the connecting door. I thought I had told you that earlier.”

  “No, you hadn’t.” She tried to sound indignant but failed miserably.

  The truth was that her heart was beating frantically, and she found herself rooted to the spot. Her body, still glistening from her earlier ministrations, responded to his sweltering gaze with alarming swiftness. His eyes were fixed on her erect nipples, and she suddenly felt acutely conscious of her naked state. Her body was awash with a sense of inevitability, vulnerability. His appreciation of her drove her, compelled her, transported her to a feminine universe that she had not visited before, could only dream about through her overactive imagination.

  His face betrayed an intense longing that seared her right through to her bones; it was a miracle she could still stand upright.

  “Come here,” he said.

  Easy to say, she thought. The question was: could she move her legs?

  She did as he bade, as if pulled by invisible strings, and braced herself for more of his scrutiny.

  She never felt comfortable being totally naked with a man. It made her feel almost inadequate. Without a doubt, she was scared of seeing a negative reaction to her appearance.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I want you.”

  “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

  “If they didn’t, then they’re idiots. But I don’t feel sorry for them. Olivia, I want you to be my woman. Can you handle that?”

  “I don’t know what else to say except…I have these feelings when I’m with you. I don’t know what they are, but…” She paused, catching her breath. “I want to feel more.”

  He unraveled his legs and placed both feet flat on the floor, kept his forearms on the arms of the chair and curled his fingers at the edges, adding pressure in a gesture that betrayed the tension in his body.

  “Straddle me,” he ordered.

  She hesitated a little at his tone but knew from his demeanor that he was dead serious. She slowly opened her legs and lowered herself on his thighs in a restrained, sensuous movement. Placing her palms flat on his chest straight in front of her, she let them glide leisurely to his shoulders, pressing her fingers there in silent entreaty. He watched her the whole time, relishing the silky feel of her. There was something undeniably wicked about having her naked body against his clothed one. Made her feel vulnerable in more ways than one.

  “Come closer.”

  She stretched languidly atop him, bringing her face closer to his, her mouth a hair’s breadth away from his, barely touching. Half in the light, half in the shadows, the harsh angles of his face appeared part prominent, part mystery. All this while, he hadn’t moved his hands from the chair arms, hadn’t so much as touched her.

  “Listen to me, Olivia. Listen well. Now’s your chance to make me stop and turn away from this, from us. I swear I’ll accept your decision. If you decide to go on, there’ll be no looking back. You’ll be mine. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

  “Yes, I do.” Her breath came out in little gasps against his hard lips. “I want to stay. Here. With you.”

  “I won’t give you a second chance.”

  “I know.”

  “Don’t ever say I didn’t warn you,” he said as his hands imprisoned her in a tight vise and his lips came crushing down on hers in a demanding kiss that cut straight to her core. Their mouths joined in a flurry of longing; their tongues sparred in a ritual as old as time itself. Olivia felt a sense of urgency rise from deep within her. It became so strong that she couldn’t help writhing her body against his in a wordless request.

  A moan escaped her lips as he slid his hands down and pressed firm fingers into her buttocks, kneading, urging her to rock her body and arch her back in a sensual dance. Her head fell back, giving him access to her pulse; he licked it, covered her neck and shoulders with little nips and kisses as one hand came up to rest between her full breasts. Keeping her anchored with his other hand, he taunted her nipples then slid deft fingers around her side and traced her back in languorous strokes.

  Leaning her backward a bit more, he swooped down and closed his mouth upon one of her nipples, moving over it as his tongue swirled the pebbled peaks. With the shock that provoked, she let out a strangled cry and almost came then and there. Sweet heaven! His hand returned to her breast to lightly pinch the other nipple, and his mouth rained kisses wherever it could reach. She locked her hands behind his neck, played with the inky curls at his nape. Her arousal reached boiling point as her cunt rubbed furiously against his thigh, begging for release.

  “Yes, that’s it. Take it. Use me. That’s it.”

  God, for once she felt truly beautiful—not just a little beautiful, but radiating beauty from the inside out. All thanks to the way he looked at her and touched her—with so much need and desire. With and without words, he told her—he couldn’t wait to taste her, fill her.

  “Please…I want to feel your skin,” she said, needing him just as much.

  She frantically grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, trying to pry it lose from his jeans.

  “Patience, pet,” he said obligingly as he removed it in one graceful sweep. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his bare chest.

  “I want you to go and sit at the edge of the bed.”

  He gently eased her off him, tenderly kissing her mouth as she rose.

  As she walked to the bed, she felt him watching enthralled, the deliberate, sexy sway of her full, round hips. Such a vixen she’d turned into!

  She turned around and sat right where he demanded, curling one arm around one of the posters. By that time, he had already discarded the rest of his clothing and was standing before her, a magnificent, dark Viking warrior.

  Powerful, flesh hewn from rock.

  Ready.

  His upper chest was lightly dusted with hairs as dark as the ones on his head. She followed their trail as they narrowed into a thin line traveling down his flat, chiseled stomach, into the thick mass that nestled around his cock. Her gaze was drawn to his rampant arousal. His thighs were muscular and strong, also sprinkled with dusky hair. What a masterpiece!

  He looked at her intently, appreciatively.

  “My God, you’re beautiful.”

  “So are you.”

  “Move a little further up towards the middle of the bed and open your legs for me. Do not lie down. I want to see all of you.”

  His commanding tone made her even wetter than she already was, if that was humanly possible; she’d go insane if she didn’t come soon. Please, don’t make me wait.

  Before she knew it, he was on his knees in front of her, pushing her legs farther apart till her pussy was fully exposed to his gaze. Once again, he took her nipples in his mouth, first one, then the other, and licked and suckled them until the tips were hard and taut.

  She bit her lower lip to keep from telling him to hurry, placed her hands behind her on the bed and leaned on them.

  He held her face in his palm, and caressed her chin and lower lip with his thumb.

  “Don’t stop yourself from crying your pleasure. I want to hear your screams when you come. It’s just me and you, right here.”

  He slid a hand around her neck, curling his fingers around her nape, holding it still.

  She couldn’t look away.

  Then he kissed her. Ate at her lips with a pressing urgency. Ran his hands over her breasts, pinched her nipples. Pure, animal heat.

  “God, yes, yes. Please.”

  “I want to taste you now. Been wanting to do that forever.”

  He lowered his head, trailing his tongue down her stoma
ch, then went lower still to her plump clit and moist flesh. Lifting her legs off the floor, he kept them as wide apart as possible and pushed them up towards her torso. She leaned further back on her forearms and watched him as his tongue flicked her clit once. Then again. And again. And again.

  “Oh…”

  His hands caressed the backs of her thighs, the slope of her hips. Her head fell back, eyes closed, feeling, sensing, being, living. She’d never imagined it possible to experience such pleasure as he brought her legs down to rest over his shoulders, his hands roaming all over her. Tongue flicking, licking, drawing her climax closer, closer.

  He moved his teasing thumb down to the puckered hole of her anus, lubricating it with her juice before probing gently and inserting it slowly, leisurely. A roiling tension shot through her belly. The movements of his tongue continued, torturous. He suckled on her clit and moved his tongue to her pussy, stabbing her, entering her. In and out, in and out, while his thumb followed the same rhythm in her ass.

  “More…”

  He increased the tempo. Just enough.

  Yes.

  It was rising.

  Rising.

  Higher, higher.

  She was floating, drowning.

  In bliss.

  “Cole. Oh God. God, Cole, I’m coming.”

  He jabbed her pussy one last time and opened his mouth to suck on it.

  “God. Yessssssssssssssssss. Ohhh!”

  Her eyes glazed over, and she screamed, nearly got off the bed in ecstasy.

  The ripples of pleasure overtook her in a tidal wave so powerful that he had to place his free hand on the rounded curve of her stomach, and hold her still as she buckled forcefully against his mouth. He kept tasting her until the waves subsided, and she slumped on the bed, boneless. He got up on his feet and leaned over her, trapping her body between his arms. He took his time kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

  “Delicious. You’re better than candy, my sweet.”

  “I still want you inside me.”

  “Turn around.”

  “Wait—it’s my turn to taste you first.”

  She got up off the bed as he stood up to his full height. Her palms felt warm as she ran her hands over his chest, stomach, and thighs, the muscles flexing at her touch. He was so aroused, the pain of waiting must have been dangerously close to unbearable. Her touch was soft but firm, unhurried, as she lightly raked her nails up and down the straining length of his arousal, teasing, maddening.

  “Touch me. Harder.”

  She took his cue and closed her fingers around his thickness, moving her hand up and down in a pumping motion. He closed his eyes, savored her touch, let out a groan.

  “Yes, do it. Like that.”

  “How about like this?”

  He barely registered her words, only watched her as she sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, sucked him, licked him. No holds barred, she used her hands, mouth and tongue to lightly caress his balls, making the blood rush to his engorged cock. A few drops of moisture tasted salty on her tongue as she twirled it on and around the crest. As if with a mind of their own, his hands traveled to the back of her head, holding her still as he guided his cock inside her mouth and slowly fucked her.

  In.

  And out.

  “Jesus Christ, yes! Suck me.”

  She felt a surge of satisfaction as he threw his head back, breathing hard, pulling her hair tighter as a wave of pleasure seemed to overwhelm him. She was getting wet again, wanting him, needing him.

  “Stop! Now! Stop!”

  He pulled out of her mouth suddenly, his breathing ragged and shallow.

  “I want to come inside you.”

  He pulled her to her feet, lifted her slightly by the buttocks until her feet were off the floor and stepped with her back to the bed. She circled her arms around his neck as they exchanged hungry kisses. The linens were fresh and welcoming, the feel of his weight on her heightening her own arousal to fever pitch. She opened her legs wider and welcomed him in the space between her thighs. His kiss turned raw, aggressive, tongue delving deep in her mouth, taking her, marking her. Their bodies rubbed, flesh against flesh, scents mingling, devouring each other like starved animals.

  ****

  Cole was floored by his desire for this woman. He knew then with an unwavering certainty that he would never let her go. He wanted her, not just in his bed, but in his life, joined to him in all the ways that a man could be joined to a woman.

  There was no logic in this, only feeling. And he was man enough to admit it to himself—and to her.

  His cock, straining and ready, found her and entered her, deliberately, in short, measured strokes. His eyes never left her face.

  He thrust to the hilt. Hard.

  Olivia cried out, and he muffled the sound with a deep, penetrating kiss.

  He found her hands, laced his fingers with hers and pulled them up high above her head as he rode her, fucked her.

  The movement thrust her breasts upwards. He held both her hands captive with one strong arm and moved the other to her waiting nipples, pinching hard with his thumb and forefinger. Administering sweet pleasure-pain doused by the rasp of his tongue over her tortured peaks.

  “Please…Cole”

  “Say my name again.”

  “Cole”

  He sucked hard on one nipple in response, then subjected the other to the same torment.

  Her moaning sobs escalated. Oh shit, she was coming!

  “Look at my eyes. I want to see you come. But hold it off for now. You mustn’t come before I tell you to.”

  She met his gaze as he’d asked, her expression glazed.

  “Please, now. Please, I can’t take it.”

  “Just a few seconds more…Jesus, yes. Keep doing that. Open up to me. Fuck!”

  He increased his pace, rode her feverishly.

  “It’s heaven inside you. Heaven on Earth, baby…”

  The heat inside him rose and pooled around his groin.

  “Come! Now!”

  His words set off an instant rush of sparks as they registered in his brain. And clearly in hers, too, as she bit into his shoulder, blindly raked her nails down his back, and threw herself in the vortex. It shook her, and he knew what she was going through—that high-pitched vibration of sounds, smells, colors clouding your vision. The most overpowering climax can to that to a person. Disconnect you from the real world, to the point that you feel yourself floating in a different dimension…

  “Olivia, you feel…Christ!’

  He threw his head back above her, his face feeling stretched as though he wore a torturous, twisted mask, and he joined her in that kaleidoscope of blissful energy and colors. The waves kept coming and coming, drawing him further into her, and her inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking him completely as he flooded her to the womb with his seed, wringing the most gut-wrenching orgasm he had ever experienced.

  He kept thrusting into her as he groaned his pleasure. A jolt of surprise hit him as new spasms racked his body, on and on until the wave finally subsided and he collapsed over her, catching himself on his forearms so as not to crush her, his face burrowed in her neck.

  “Heaven,” he said in a whisper.

  Slowly, he lifted his head to look into her emerald green eyes. Kissing her tenderly, he lifted himself off her, gently arranging their bodies on the pillows and underneath the bedclothes. She cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, arm across his chest as he cradled her in the warmth of his body.

  Welcoming her warmth, he ran his mouth tenderly across her forehead. “Go to sleep, pet. We have an early day tomorrow.”

  She barely heard him, already halfway towards a world where dreams reside and drifting consciousness fades farther into the distance.

  Later, they ordered room service and fed each other strawberries and cream.

  And they never quite made it to see the sights in Atlanta.

  Chapter Six

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�What took you so long?” She frowned at Olivia as she exited the car. “And hello to you, Cole, darlin’. My, my, I swear, you get handsomer by the minute.”

  Her expression changed to one of demure flirtatiousness.

  “You’re too kind, Fiona,” he replied, with a hint of a smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Where’s Chad?”

  “On the first floor, second door to the right, honey.”

  “Thanks.”

  He turned to Olivia, making sure he was blocking Fiona’s view. Bending his head, he lightly flicked his tongue in her ear and whispered, “See you later, pet. I miss you already.”

  As he turned away to join his brother, Fiona linked her arm with Olivia’s trembling one and walked with her up the steps to the front door.

  “What did he just tell you?”

  “Uhm, nothing. Just that he looks forward to the wedding, that’s all.”

  She hoped her sister wouldn’t notice the traitorous blush that crept up her face.

  “Sometimes I wonder if I picked the wrong brother.”

  “Don’t be mean, Fi. You’re getting married in two hours!”

  “Oh, Chad is a great catch, mind you. But let’s just say that watching Cole’s body makes me want to rethink my decision.” After a pause, she muttered, “At least I get to honeymoon in the Seychelles.”

  “I’m sure you’ll have a blast.” Sometimes she just didn’t understand her sister. Hard to fathom they came from the same womb.

  “Yeah, well, let’s go get ready, shall we?”

  * * * *

  The temptress in the mirror couldn’t be her. That woman in ivory stockings, garters and corset was an image of decadent sensuality. With her enhanced hourglass shape, she could pass for one of those pin-up girls from the 1950s, she mused. Perhaps Cole had that effect on her. He had asked her not to wear any panties under her bridesmaid’s dress, so she didn’t. She wanted to please him, as he did her.

  The man made her feel most wicked and depraved. She felt alive for the first time in a long time. Life could change so quickly, things happened in the blink of an eye—and she did not want to waste any of it. Especially the great parts. She decided that no matter how long it lasted, she’d make the most of her connection with Cole. She already felt more for him than she had felt for any other man in her lifetime; it was doubtful she’d experience the same emotions with anybody else in the future.