by Noelle Mack
Her whole body tensed. She didn’t want to think of that night right now, didn’t want to think about the last time she let uncontrollable desire get the best of her. Her fingers pressed against his lips. “I’d rather not revisit unpleasant memories.”
She caught the quick hint of a frown across his features but he hid it quickly as he slid her skirt and thong off, leaving them to pool around her feet.
“In that case,” he said as his shirt slid off his massive shoulders, “I better get down on creating some new ones.”
Damn, the woman knew how to hold a grudge. But the sting Jake felt at Kit’s reminder just how unpleasant she found the memories of their first time quickly faded at the sight of her in the moonlight, fully nude except for her stiletto heeled sandals.
With her long legs and soft curves, sex radiated from her pores like a perfume, sending pulses of electricity straight to his groin. His cock was so hard he actually hurt.
In the clear moonlight he could make out the sculpted lines of her cheekbones, the dark sweep of lashes over her blue eyes, the full curve of her lips. Her dark hair swung forward over her shoulders, playing peekaboo with the tight, dark nipples.
His hands followed his gaze, tracing the taut, smooth plane of her abdomen, coming to rest just above what he’d felt before but hadn’t seen. Her pubic hair was a dark, neatly trimmed patch over plump, smooth lips. Her breath caught as he combed his fingertips through the silky tuft of hair, inching his way down but not touching the hot silky flesh that lay below.
He was afraid if he touched her he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pushing her onto a nearby lounge chair and shoving his cock as hard and high in her as he could possibly go. His hands trembled at the remembered feel of her soft pussy lips closing over him, stretching over the broad head of his penis as she straddled him in the cab. If the driver hadn’t stopped, he knew he would have lost control, would have fucked her hard and fast until he exploded inside her, ruining his chances of proving he’d learned anything about self control in the past ten years.
So instead of dipping his fingers into the juicy folds of her sex, he knelt in front of her and removed her lethal looking sandals before shedding his slacks and underwear. Taking her hand, he led her into the pool.
He pulled her against him until her breasts nuzzled his chest like warm little peaches, reveling in the sensation of cool water and warm skin. He kissed her, tongue plunging rough and deep, just the way he wanted to drive inside her. He couldn’t believe after all these years he was here with her again, touching her, tasting her. She tasted so good, like vodka and sin, her wet mouth open and eager under his. One taste and he regressed back to that horny twenty-two year old, shaking with lust and overwhelmed by the reality of touching the woman who had fueled his most carnal fantasies.
Greedily his hands roamed her skin, fingers sinking into giving flesh as he kneaded and caressed. He wished he had a lifetime to spend exploring every sweet inch of her. Kit gave as good as she got, her hands sliding cool and wet down his back, legs floating up to wrap around his waist. He threw his head back, clenching his jaw hard enough to crack a molar. Hot, slick flesh teased the length of his cock, plump lips spreading to cradle him as she rocked her hips and groaned. He backed her up against the smooth tiles that lined the sides of the pool. One thrust, and he could be inside her.
“No,” he panted, “Not yet.”
Water closed over his head as he sank to his knees, drowning out everything but the taste and feel of her. Eyes closed, he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs, nuzzling between her legs until he felt the tense bud of her clit against his face. Cool water and hot flesh filled his mouth as he pulled her clit between his lips, sucking and flicking until her hips twitched and he heard the muffled sounds of her moans distorted by the water. A loud buzz hummed in his ears, and occurred to him that he might pass out soon from lack of air.
Surfacing, he sucked in a deep breath and lifted her hips onto the tiled ledge. She drew her knees up, rested her heels on the edge to give him unimpeded access to her perfect pink cunt. He parted the smooth lips with his thumbs, lapped roughly at the hard knot of flesh, circling it with his tongue, sucking it hard between his lips as her pelvis rocked and bucked against his face. Every sigh, every moan, every guttural purr she uttered made his dick throb until he was so hard he feared he might burst out of his skin.
“Oh, God, oh, Jake,” she moaned. Another rush of liquid heat bathed his tongue and he knew she was close. The first faint flutters of her orgasm gripped his fingers as he slid inside, clamping down harder as the full force of climax hit her.
Kit stared up at the bright night sky as the last pulses shuddered through her. Taking several deep, fortifying breaths she risked a look at Jake. His dark head was still between her thighs as he rained soft, soothing kisses on the smooth inner curves. Tender kisses. Loving kisses, even.
Oh, Christ, she might be in really big trouble.
She could never remember responding to a lover like she did to Jake. Then again, she’d never had a lover treat her like Jake did, either.
Her last partner was exactly the type she liked. She told him what she wanted and he listened, bringing her efficiently to satisfaction before finding his own.
But he hadn’t looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He hadn’t urn his hands over her skin like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. He hadn’t buried his head between her legs and licked and savored her pussy like it was the most succulent, exquisite fruit he’d ever tasted.
And he sure as hell had never made her come so hard that her vision blurred and her body felt like it was wracked by thousands of tiny electrical currents.
She heard the sound of water splashing, and her stomach muscles jerked as Jake held his dripping body over hers. Bracing himself with his hands, he came down over her and kissed her with the tenderness that almost made her want to cry.
Crap. What was wrong with her? This was Jake, the man who’d so rudely introduced her to the world of slam bam thank you ma’am. To give him credit he’d prove—twice now—that he could make her come. Really, really hard. But still. It was just an orgasm.
The smartest move would be to get up and leave before she fell victim to this weird hormonal anomaly. But her brain had ceded all control to the area between her legs that still throbbed and ached to feel all of Jake buried deep inside her.
And to think men got a bad rap for being controlled by their dicks.
She draped a lazy hand around his neck and slid her fingers into the wet silk of his hair. Then he was gone, water splashing as he levered himself out of the pool. She could barely summon the energy to turn her head to watch him dig around the pockets of his pants.
Moonlight cast silvery shadows on the muscles of his back and shoulders, illuminating the drops of water cascading down his long strong legs. A renewed jolt of energy rushed through her as he turned, his cock jutting out in stark relief. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel him watching her as he rolled on a condom with slow deliberation. Stroking himself, reminding her that in a few moments the whole of that outrageously hard length would be buried deep inside her.
She rolled to her knees as he waked toward her, reaching for him as he got close. He brushed her hands away, slipping back into the water and pulling her in with him. The cool tile was hard on her back as he pulled her close for a rough kiss. He lifted her leg over his hip, burrowing the tip of his erection against her. “I can’t be gentle,” he murmured. “I’ve waited too many years to have you again.”
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More brazenly than her waking self imagined possible, Iole gave her mouth to him, luxuriating in the velvet caress of his lips and tongue. His kiss tasted like something from heaven—sweet and powerful.
But fear rode in on the waves of surrender.
Sensations s
he hadn’t known existed flashed through her with a burning intensity that left her breathless. The glide of his lips over hers made her instantly aware of her breasts, her thighs.
Her thoughts roiled, charged like a summer storm. Power raced through her fingertips. Might coursed through her veins, immense and building.
Like lightning in the summer night sky, she could sense emotions hidden by darkness. Something—someone—lurked behind the shadows of this tempest. Never had she known that nipples could long for something, that the space between her thighs could feel so empty. He—whoever he was—caused this.
The electric shimmering gave way to something more permanent, more pervasive. Yes, her breasts wanted his touch, his tongue and lips, but the molten feeling between her thighs was becoming insistent. The storm was building, and she couldn’t ignore it.
Iole could only yield. She could only give herself over to pleasure she’d never understood.
But even as she ceded to his touch, even as she expanded with it, Iole sensed an incredible presence—someone wanted her attention. Someone as mighty as an autumn storm over Mount Olympus.
A god then. Which god? She couldn’t tell.
She opened her eyes, searching, wanting to see her lover’s face. What did magic look like?
But in the disjointed manner of dreams, he melted away. A pair of doves replaced him. They soared across an oddly colored sky. Green clouds, a purple sky. Then her perspective shimmered, and for a breathtaking moment she became one of the doves.
The warm air under her wings gave her the sky’s freedom. Leagues of forest and farmland passed under wing. The Aegean lay opened before her. With a powerful stroke she flew toward the open horizon…
The dream melted to another.
No more wings. Now she lay on a rich mattress of feathers, subject to his authoritative touch. Who was he? As his mouth traveled from her hip inexorably towards her breast, she shuddered. As if lit from within, golden highlights shone wildly in his coppery hair.
With preternatural clarity Iole knew the line along her midriff that his lips would follow, that his tongue would lick. He traced the path, claiming every bit as his. Every bit of her longed for his heat.
His lips passed her navel, and Iole shivered in delight. The area between her thighs burned like a sun. She belonged to him. She belonged. To him. Like an aphrodisiac, the thought enflamed her—from her heart to her fingers.
But that wasn’t right. She belonged to no one, not like this. A chaste maiden, she belonged to her father, to marry as he saw fit.
Iole struggled to sit—to run. But her dream lover stopped her, sliding his long, hard body against hers.
His touch stopped Iole mid-flight—his body fit perfectly. He belonged there. And her dream lover took advantage, slipping his hands over her breasts as lightly as a spring breeze over the Aegean. The broad power of his finely formed fingers let her revel in his strength. She’d be safe in his arms. No one could hurt her here. His strength gave her the freedom to let go, to savor the new sensations he offered.
His fingertips danced over her nipple, hardening it. Mouth watering, she swam in the delight. He pinched, sending waves of shock through her. Who’d known that pinching would be pleasurable? Iole rolled her head back, wanting him to caress more of her, to caress her harder.
But still she trembled, and not simply with desire. No man had ever touched her so. This was wrong. As his fingertips slid over her nipple, fear slid down her spine.
Still, breathless and weak with desire, she allowed him to ease her back into the bed, trap her balmy body. He licked her stomach then, and the moan that escaped her dreaming self surprised the still rational part of her mind. She sounded like a different girl, a different woman.
When he cupped her breast in his hand, thumb still toying with her nipple, her head began to spin, deliciously. She writhed, arching her back toward him. Was she too forward?
She should wake herself. She should run.
But his hot tongue flicked over the curve of her hip. She knew she wanted more.
And he gave more.
When he captured a hard nipple and languidly licked it, she could only whimper.
Iole watched light from some unknown source play over the coppery highlights in his hair as he bent over her. She wanted him in ways she couldn’t have said, even awake. He’d fill an emptiness in her she didn’t know existed until now. He’d feed this growing, expanding hunger.
Each kiss worked its way to her head like strong Athenian wine. Each kiss weakened her resolve, her need to escape.
“That’s right,” he said, when he took her earlobe between his teeth. And when he kissed that ticklish spot behind her ear, her defenses weakened further. “It’s only a dream,” he said, his voice deep and melodic. Hypnotic. “Fly with me.”
Her dream self acquiesced. He was right. What harm could come from a dream?
She wound her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, inhaling his tangy scent. Iole could not resist his call. When his mouth envelope hers, she parted her lips, welcoming his tongue inside. She embraced his wet heat, his soft strength, with a feeling of safety and well-being. She belonged in his arms.
That gods gave gifts, she knew—and she wanted this one. Iole took his hand in hers, and after a moment’s hesitation, slid between her legs. She’d never done such a thing! Exhilarated with her daring, she widened her thighs, pressed his hand hard against the swollen nub that cried for his attention, for relief.
And the exquisite pleasure that came! White sparks exploded. The eruption of Thera’s volcano couldn’t surpass the power of this feeling.
As she molded to his touch, she dreamed that he cried in desire.
But it was only a dream.
Drenched in sunlight, Iole woke. Her attendant still slept soundly, oblivious to morning’s arrival. As Iole stood, she became aware of the strange slickness between her thighs. Had she dreamed about…a kiss? As she tried to remember, snippets of the dream fell away, leaving her with the sensation that something important fluttered just out of reach.
Something very important.
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