by Faye Adams
Brett studied the curve of her cheek in the soft, silvery light of the moon. He gazed into the blue of her eyes, made dark as sapphires by the night's shadows. He let his gaze fall to the fullness of her moist lips, and could feel his need for her grow as he indulged himself in her beauty. He saw her shiver again. "Cass?" he whispered.
Cass wanted to step back, but the rock pile was in her way and the hem of her gown had somehow wrapped itself around her ankles. She felt trapped. Trapped by a man who'd already made his intentions known earlier that day. "Marshal, I think we should both go in to bed now," she murmured. She was surprised at the timbre of her own voice as she spoke. Her tone was soft and husky, breathy, as though it took great effort to speak.
Brett knew her statement was innocent, but he also heard and felt the tone of her voice. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about what it would be like to fall into bed with her. To feel the soft, full curves of her body as she writhed beneath him. To pull her over to ride him astride and wild.
Cass could see Brett making no move to leave. If anything he'd managed to get even closer to her without even taking a step, and he was such a big man that looking up to see his face caused her to tilt her head back at a sharp angle. It was unusual for her to find a man who could look down on her the way he did. She was so tall herself that most men merely met her eye to eye or looked up at her. It was strange to feel small. Strange and somehow nice.
She found herself staring up at Brett's handsome face. His startling gray eyes seemed to glow with a silver light of their own as he looked down at her. His nose was straight, the nostrils slightly flared. His cheekbones were high and complemented the strength of his jaw. All of these things made him stunningly attractive, but his mouth drew her more than any other feature. The width suited her perfectly, his lips, smooth and firm, the lower just a bit fuller than the upper. She knew what those lips felt like. She knew how they demanded a response. She felt herself leaning toward him.
Brett's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise as Cass seemed to drift his way. He'd been fighting the urge to reach out and touch her; now she swayed into him. Surrounding her with both arms, he held her tightly against him, her head on his chest. His heart beat madly, shooting blood throughout his body in great gushing jolts, pulsing hotly in his desire.
Cass relished the feeling of being cocooned in the strong embrace of Brett's steely arms. She felt warm and protected. She felt safe. Something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Then she began to feel something else: she felt the desire so evident in the hardness of Brett's body. Her own body responded passionately, heating up and becoming liquid, melting against him, molding itself to fit the strong planes of his body.
Brett sensed the change in Cass. He felt her breasts, full and ripe, crushed to his chest. He savored the feel of her smooth stomach muscles pressed close to his own. And he could feel the tilt of her hips and the push of her femininity where she nestled against him. He was nearly knocked to his knees when she began to swing her hips in a rhythmic motion over this manhood.
Cass didn't know what force was driving her to move against Brett. She could only feel the pulsating beat of their hearts, pounding together as they seemed to play a forbidden rhythm in her head, a rhythm her hips were matching. She swayed into him over and over again, the bulge between his legs growing larger with every rock of her body into his. Her pulse raced out of control. Her nipples hardened against the heat of his chest. She wound her arms around his back and pulled him even closer. The heat they produced seemed to engulf her very soul, swirling around them in a blazing fire of desire.
Brett could barely stand the sweet torture Cass was inflicting on him by merely moving slowly, methodically against him. He shivered with the need to complete their union, bringing one hand up to catch the heavy weight of one tender breast. Touching its firm, thrusting peak sent new spasms of desire spiraling through him, downward to center in that most heated part of him. "Cass . " ." He rasped her name. Lowering his head, he nuzzled her cheek, tasting the smooth skin there with the tip of his tongue. “Cass," he whispered again. As she turned her head, he claimed her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Cass opened her mouth to Brett's kiss. She let him taste her, let him thrust his tongue against hers in a rhythm that mirrored the dance of their hips. She matched his exploration with her own, biting gently on the tip of his tongue, then not so gently on his lower lip. She heard him moan her name and felt his hands move down to her buttocks to pull her even closer to him. She stood on tiptoe, wantonly thrusting her femininity upward over the length of his manhood, then slowly lowering herself, shuddering with the wild sensations that pulsated through her. Her heart nearly stopped beating with the wonder of what she was feeling. She had to get closer. The fabric that separated their bodies was an obstruction she had to be rid of. She had to feel this man as she'd felt no other.
Chapter Six
Stepping away from Brett slightly, she brought her hands up between them and began to unbutton the bodice of her nightgown. She could see the heated glaze of passion in Brett's eyes as he watched her, and she gained a feeling of self-confident power as she opened the neckline of the gown very slowly, exposing herself to his gaze. As the night air caressed her heated flesh, she reveled in the coolness, but felt no cooler for its touch.
Brett watched Cass's fingers deftly unfastening her gown. He was mesmerized by her movements, captivated, as inch by inch, the luscious curves of her chest were revealed to him. As she neared the buttons still protecting the full mounds of her breasts, he reached up to assist her, needing to see the glorious globes of femininity that jutted upward to his touch.
Cass brushed his hands aside. She was enjoying this moment. She liked what she was doing to him. Carefully she held the gown up to cover her breasts as she eased her arms one at a time out of the long sleeves. Then, leaning forward, she rose up on her toes again to nibble gently on his lower lip, taking care not to let their bodies touch. Hearing him groan sent a rush of liquid desire to her core. Stepping back once more, she dropped the nightgown, and stood before him nude, her skin glistening in the moonlight, her hair blowing gently in the soft breeze.
Brett gasped at the sight of her. She was glorious, beautiful beyond anything he'd ever seen before. She seemed to glow from the inside, warm and passionate. He had to have her, to possess her, body and soul. Reaching out with both hands, he cupped her breasts, marveling at their perfect size and shape, their rosy crests puckered and wanting, like two perfect rosebuds pouting in the morning dew. He stepped closer, lowering his head as he lifted her breasts to his mouth one at a time. He heard her gasps as he suckled her, gently at first, then more roughly, tugging each deep into his mouth in turn, tantalizing with his tongue.
Cass arched her back as Brett ravished her breasts. She'd had no idea such sensations were possible. Jagged spasms of delight danced through her, shooting from her nipples to the moist center of her being. She couldn't help but push herself against him again, her hips swaying in a search of the unknown. Brett thrust his hips forward to meet hers, his pulsing manhood huge inside his trousers. She wanted it. She wanted him.
Brett heard tortured groans coming from deep within Cass's chest. He shuddered against her as she continued moving her nude body over his. Lowering one hand, he found the curve of her bottom and cupped it, lifting her, pulling her into a sensual rhythm, forcing her to rock against the fiery tip of his manhood. His body vibrated with excitement. He was ablaze with the passion that engulfed them both. Sliding his hand from her buttocks, he caressed her hip, then the smooth plane of her abdomen. Letting his fingers slip downward, he touched the softly curling hair that decorated her feminine apex. Slipping his fingers lower still, he opened the tender folds to discover her womanly secrets.
Cass shuddered, breathing in suddenly as Brett's fingers touched that part of her that had never been touched by a man's hands. She gasped as he teased the sensitive bud of her desire with his thumb. "Oh, Brett .. ." She breathe
d his name, shaking from the sensations he was causing. “What are you doing to me?" she moaned.
Brett smiled at her passion. He took her nipple deep into his mouth again as he continued to tease her, feeling her body respond to his touch. Lower still did he explore. The moist heat of her body sent him reeling with the need to feel himself inside her. Taking his hand from her body, he began to unfasten his belt buckle, fumbling in his haste.
Cass reached out to help him. Pulling his hands away, she unbuckled his belt, then started to unbutton his trousers. Each button that gave way allowed more and more of his engorged manhood to push free. Finally the only thing between her hands and his throbbing shaft was the light fabric of his undergarment. She pushed the garment downward, then waited, suddenly timid, afraid to touch what she'd never felt before.
Brett thrust his hips toward her, causing his manhood to jut proudly upward with his need. "Touch me, Cass." His words came out a rasping moan.
Cass looked up into his eyes, blazing with a silver fire of desire, and reached for his manhood. She touched the head first, finding a drop of liquid balanced over the tip. The responding spasms in the organ, and the guttural groan that shuddered from deep within Brett's body gave her a new sense of female awareness.
"Cass," Brett groaned. "Please." Placing his hand over hers, he guided her to grasp him wholly, wrapping her fingers tightly around his shaft. Then, moving with her, he slid their hands downward, stroking him to an even higher level of excitement.
Cass allowed Brett to guide her hand. She loved the feel of his manhood, steely hard with a silken skin. She'd had no idea a man would feel so incredible. She seemed to instinctively know the pressure and rhythm he enjoyed and was soon stroking him without his assistance. She glanced up to see that he'd thrown back his head and closed his eyes as she ministered to his desire. Leaning forward, she nibbled on his chin. Then, trailing kisses downward, she nipped and kissed his neck.
Brett knew what he needed. Cass's kisses only confirmed it. Pressing gently on her shoulders, he urged her to kneel before him. Watching the surprised look in her eyes, he leaned his hips toward her, letting the heated shaft of his passion now stroke her, first on one cheek and then the other.
Cass was stunned by the feel of Brett's manhood on her face, but was soon caressing it firmly with her hands, allowing him to thrust gently against her skin and into her hair. Then he did something that surprised her even more. He stopped the rhythmic motion of his hips and poised himself directly in front of her mouth. Tenderly he prodded forward against her lips, brushing her cheeks with his fingertips. "Taste me, Cass," he urged.
Cass's eyes opened wide at his request, but she was enthralled by the idea. Why not? she thought. Opening her mouth, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his manhood. He shuddered violently at this simple contact. Opening her lips wider, she took him inside her mouth as far as she could, leaving much behind to be stroked by her fingers. Mirroring the motions she'd made with her hands, she began a suckling rhythm over his shaft that had him groaning out loud in seconds. Her own passion seemed to rise and build as she tasted, licked, and fondled him.
Brett was at the very brink of losing all control. He felt himself shuddering, ready to spill his seed, but he wanted to pleasure Cass first. He vowed he would pour himself into her womanly core only after he'd felt her reach her own wild release. "Cass, wait," he rasped. "Please stop."
Cass looked up at him with passion-drugged eyes. She didn't want to stop. She loved the taste and texture of him. Only when Brett pulled himself from her grasp did she begin to understand what he was saying. She watched as he began to remove his clothing.
Watching Brett undress was like watching the unveiling of a great work of art. His body was well muscled, perfect in its proportions. His shoulders, chest, and arms were large and strong, his waist and hips narrow and firm. His legs were straight and long, masculine in line and form. Finally he stood totally nude before her. She felt in awe of his male beauty. Then she saw him begin to lower himself to her.
Brett bent to her, pushing her backward, cushioning her with his arms. Reaching for his shirt, he tucked it beneath her. "There, that should keep you comfortable for a while," he whispered.
Cass nodded and stared up starry-eyed at him. She smiled through her passion. "Touch me," she whispered.
Brett felt a new rush of blood to his loins at her simple plea. She was amazing. Never before had he been with a woman who was so abandoned, so willing to please and be pleased. Smoothing his hand over her breasts once more, he tantalized their peaks with his fingers, then followed with the touch of his lips and tongue. Roiling over to lie atop her, he kissed and nuzzled her breasts lovingly, relishing their fullness. He traced circles around them with his tongue, then began a trail lower, to the smooth plane of her stomach.
Cass shivered as the night air touched the moist patterns Brett drew with his tongue. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as he gave his attention to kissing her navel. His lips were tender on her flesh, his hands caressing as he reached up to massage her breasts. He then began to kiss her lower still. Her eyes flew open in surprise as the wet tip of his tongue probed her body gently. "Brett?" she whispered.
"Relax, I'm only going to do for you what you did for me," he answered.
Cass had never even heard of doing the things they were doing to each other. Did everyone do this? No wonder some people thought of nothing but sex. This was incredible. She arched her back as his tongue found her passion's bud. She moaned his name again and again as he tantalized her beyond reason. Then she felt his fingers again, parting her, exploring her. She didn't think she could stand any more. Brilliant lights began to dance behind her eyes. She soared. She floated. She cried, "Brett!"
Brett felt Cass's climax as it began and wanted to match her ecstasy with his own. Quickly poising himself above her, he placed his throbbing manhood at the tender opening of her sweet body. Then, in one mighty thrust, he pushed himself deep within her. Shock registered in his brain as he felt the tearing of her maidenhead. "Cass?" he asked, horrified.
Cass's head moved from side to side in her need for completion. "Don't stop, Brett. Please don't stop."
“But . . ."
Cass put her finger to his lips. "Shhh."
Brett looked down in amazement at this woman and wondered why she had just given him her greatest gift. Why him? Then Cass's clawing fingers on his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her, chased all other thoughts temporarily from his mind. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeper, claiming her as no other had done before. He began a slow, powerful rhythm, piercing her again and again, feeling her rising with him. She caressed his back. She moaned his name. She raised her hips and arched upward to meet his thrusts. She was everything he could have asked for in a lover, and more.
Cass was filled with him. She relished every thrust of his passion, every forceful move of his hips. She matched his lust with her own and felt her body melting into a huge dark puddle of sensation. At the center of that sensation was Brett, massive, potent, dominant. She felt her desire spiraling out of control.
Brett sensed that Cass's climax was near and let himself begin his release. His muscles began to grow tense. He pinned her tightly to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Thrusting again and again, he pushed her upward, over the edge of a magical precipice, cradling her for the fall. As the molten eruption began, he called her name, shuddering with the mighty spasms that shook his very soul.
Cass was blinded by the brilliant bursts of light behind her eyes. She felt millions of tiny explosions emanating from her womanhood, shooting outward like the spokes of a wheel. Nothing could have prepared her for what she felt. Grasping and clawing at the strong muscles of Brett's back, she whimpered until the spasms began to subside, only to feel him move within her and to find herself riding upward again to another pinnacle of sensation.
After what seemed like an eternity, she lay replete beneath his warm, heavy
body, listening to his heartbeat and the steady, even breathing that had replaced the gasping breaths of moments earlier. The night birds called overhead. The cool night air touched her once more. The moon dipped behind a slow-moving puff of a cloud. She began to think about what she'd done, and the gravity of her actions started to take hold of her.
Brett lay very still over Cass, supporting his weight with his arms. His mind whirled with the knowledge that she'd been a virgin. He'd never have guessed it, her passion and desire ran so high. And why, when they'd only met that morning, had she chosen him? She was beautiful and intelligent. She could have had anyone she wanted. Try as he might, he couldn't find a plausible reason for her actions. Then a single thought gripped him, a thought so powerful it made him weak; maybe she didn't have a plausible reason. Maybe . . . could it possibly be? Had she fallen in love with him in the span of a few hours? He lifted his head and gazed down at her beautiful face, so still as she lay resting beneath him. She'd spoken no words of love, and yet . . .
Cass felt Brett watching her. What should she do now? What should she say? Did a man expect a woman to talk about their lovemaking when they were through? Did he expect her to act as though it hadn't happened? And how did she feel about this man? She hardly knew him. She'd always been certain she'd save herself for marriage, yet the thought of marriage hadn't entered her mind when he touched her. Even now the feel of his sleek, muscled body over her’s caused her temperature to rise. What was wrong with her? she wondered. Her thoughts and emotions spun out of control.
The moon played hide-and-seek with the clouds, leaving them in darkness one minute, illuminating them in a silvery glow the next. Brett waited for Cass to open her eyes. He wanted to see how she would react to him now that they'd made love. Lifting one hand, he traced the curve of her cheek with the tip of one finger. "Hey, lazybones," he teased, "you going to sleep out here tonight?"
