by Kris Norris
Isabel opened for him, welcoming him into her, breathing out his name as he slowly inched inside, pressing steadily forward until he was fully seated. He stared down at her, tracing the fullness of her lower lip with his mouth, capturing her murmur of pleasure as his lips met hers and his tongue danced inside. She tasted like cocoanut and cream, and he dipped in again when she broke the kiss.
He loved her slowly this time. Strong steady strokes that left him breathless as a new fire sizzled to life, spreading through him in an all-consuming wave. He watched her face, drawn to the array of emotions washing across her expression. The way she snagged her lower lip with her teeth as her orgasm neared. Or how her eyelids fluttered shut as each thrust seated him just slightly deeper.
“Now, darling. Oh. God.”
Duncan moved faster, watching her fall off the edge a moment before the rhythmic pulses of her pussy carried him with her, purging his release from his cock in spasmodic spurts, jerking his hips against hers. Her name lighted the air, as he followed her down on the bed, curling her sated body into his with a strong pull of his arm. Her breath feathered against his chest, as her contented sigh whispered in his ear.
“Damn, that was hot,” he groaned, wanting to recap every detail, but aware her breath was already deepening.
“Liquid fire,” she mumbled, snuggling closer, burrowing her curves into him.
He smiled, and brushed a soothing hand along her hair and down the sensual curve of her back. “So what have you got in mind for next month?”
She lifted her head enough to flash him a sinful smile. “Let’s just say it involves a brass pole and a whole lot of scarves.”
Desire punched through his stomach, making the bedroom spin. “Have I told you how much I love you, Isabel?”
“Not nearly enough,” she teased, settling into his chest again. “But after indulging in my game, you’re forgiven.”
Duncan smiled, pulling her tight against him, feeling her heart beat with his. Whoever said married couples had boring sex hadn’t spent a day…or a night…in his bed.
© 2009 Kris Norris. All Rights Reserved.
