His mouth and hot breaths stirred her hair at the temple. Her head
against his breast, restless now, when he took the nipples between
his fingers and plucked them gently and rolled them between his
fingers in a caressing way, while his head lowered to capture her
mouth in a kiss.
Her moan was lost in his mouth as those hands flattened under the
mounds, over her ribs, sliding palm down where the silk pooled. Her
hands came up, her fingers threading through his silken dark hair.
She felt both the sensual slowness of his palms rubbing her, and the
incredible pleasure that burned her nipples and seemed to make her
breasts tighter and fuller.
The muscles in her stomach jerked when his hand rested there, and she
turned her head for his seeking lips to score across her throat.
"Jared…Jared," she murmured, breathless, her hands restless in his
hair and her body consumed by sensual chills and erotic heat.
He brought his hands back to her breasts and stepped back. She could
feel him lower on one knee. He brought the silk down, bit by bit over
the top of her buttocks, slower still, across the mounds. And then,
with his hands on the sides of her thighs, dragging it down her
limbs, to the floor, where it pooled around her bare feet.
Where she thought he would stand, she felt instead, the dampness of
his lips on her upper thighs, the back of her knees and up to her
spine. His hands flexed on her hips and his teeth scraped against her
skin. Clare moaned and felt the lave of his tongue, and did not think
her legs would hold her. His lips were hot and soft, his tongue
laving and tasting her skin like a man who needed to taste, who
enjoyed her taste, and it did as much to her body as to her heart.
Jared stood and turned her, having her in his arms, when his mouth
touched hers for a greedy kiss that was shockingly forceful, yet met
her own craving. Her hands tangled in his hair. Suddenly breath
pushed out heavier, faster, and she gazed at him in a sensual fog
when they separated, felt the silk of his shirt against her breasts,
the hot skin and muscle beneath.
Jared held her gaze with incredibly beautiful dark eyes, his hands
skimming her back, pausing on her buttocks. He seemed to be focused
entirely on her expression. There was tension in his, and that glow
of desire to his eyes, but Clare knew he was drinking in her
responses. She lowered her own hands, first to his throat, then
skimmed under the silk at his shoulders, feeling mounds and slabs of
carved muscle.
She bit her lip, pulling back enough to fumble but undo his buttons,
then used her hands to discard the shirt completely.
Her vision filled with ridged brown flesh, with a stomach so tight it
looked carved, and male nipples a dark peach that there peaked. She
saw the scars too, one on his shoulder, one under his rib, another
going around his side. But they were not flaws on such a potent man.
Clare glanced up, and managed a smile despite her tense arousal. "You
are impressive, my Lord."
He gazed downward, watching her soft white hands moving over his
chest. His own then sliding to her spine, to allow her the space she
wanted, to smooth her palms over him. When Clare pressed her lips to
his throat, then planted soft kisses across his chest. She felt his
large frame shudder, before he brought her close again, and put his
lips to her ear, saying gruffly, "Your touch feels wonderful, Clare."
Then he kissed her and picked her up, carrying her to the more
shadowed bed and laying her down.
Clare lay watching him, as he gazed over her moon-bathed form. She
had no thought to cover herself, not even when his gaze lingered on
her breasts. It made her feel beautiful and womanly.
He placed a knee on the bed and then was over her, his one leg beside
her hip, the other between her silken limbs, making her completely
aware of her nudity.
His palms beside her shoulders, Jared looked down her, then adjusted
to bring his mouth to her breasts.
"Oh…" Clare jerked. Her hands went to his head. But his warm lips and
scorching mouth continued to caress. His hands were cupping them. She
arched, feeling the pull of his slow suckling, the scrape of teeth,
and the flicker of his tongue. It went on and on, laving and kissing
both, until they were more sensitive, aching, and only soothed when
the silk of his tongue and lips were covering them.
Clare knew, with a sense of mindless pleasure, that he wanted to
taste and suckle her so badly, she could feel that in the way he did
so, whilst at the same time, was absorbing her pleasure in it.
Still holding them in his big hands, he went lower, to kiss her ribs,
run his tongue sensually to her navel. He did it in a slow drugging
manner that was so highly erotic the room seemed to heat by degrees.
Still her skin became more and more sensitive to his touch, his
breath fanning where tasting left a damp spot.
Clare's legs moved restlessly, hips arched instinctively. She felt
the shock of nerves, between her legs where that muscled thigh
brushed it.
His breathing too became louder, darker. Jared sat up on his knees,
his hands dragging down her body to the tops of her thighs. Wetting
her lips, Clare watched him through the veil of her lashes, seeing
the moment one hand moved to her curls. He played softly in them,
glancing up at her a moment.
"I feel feverish…"She tried to fill her lungs. "Your hands your
mouth, I never imagined anything could feel like this."
"Your hungers and pleasure are exciting to watch. To feel the tension
from it humming in your frame, reflecting on your face." He observed
her as his finger slid between the lips. "Beautiful…"
She gasped.
He whispered. "You are more than warmth and light. Here you are hot
and flowing, and passions burning, hungers tightening." He touched
low, reaching the entry of her sex. Clare felt the flow of hot liquid
before he slid the pad of his finger back to an aching sensitive
spot, rubbing it softly, yet in a way that sent fire up her spine,
and instinctively, had her opening her legs, bending her knees.
* * * *
Jared was past the pain of a thousand hungers, beyond intoxicated by
Clare. Her kisses, the sight of her lush body and round curves, of
her cream skin and hardened pink nipples. He was feeling in his hand,
the soft curls between her legs, having touched the entrance of her
sex, and felt the sticky musk that reflected the arousal he had
watched increase with each touch and kiss.
Her hair lay mussed around her face, strands across her shoulder, and
one at the edge of her quivering breasts. The perfect mounds were
tight and chilled, the tips fully firmed. Her stomach quivered. Here,
where his finger touched, she swelled and firmed with each abrasion.
Her hands grasping the covers, he watched the moment her thighs
parted more and her knees bent slightly, knowing that flowering and
opening was a craving to be filled. Feeling something clamp tighter
in his gut and chest conscious that he was the one opening Clare to
her pleasures and desires, that she was flowering to his touch,
Jared wanted to give her everything he had been unable to share with
a woman in too many long years. He slid his finger down, sinking it
slow into her snug wet sheath, feeling the muscles grab it, milk it,
even as her eyes widened. She looked at him in slight panic.
But Jared couldn't speak himself, so ensnared in the erotic tautness
of what he was doing, and that it was Clare he touched. He began to
gently slide it out and in, watching her panting lips, her fluttering
lids, deliberately stroking her. Until she groaned and arched her
neck, her eyes closing, but her hips thrusting gently back, sinking
down, and moving round instinctively.
Her sweet scent reached him. His mouth watered so quickly that he wet
his lips, having never felt the desire so fully to plunge his tongue
inside and drink her passions.
But Jared felt her moments synchronize with her harsher breathing,
filling the space, matching his own. He was caught up in the moment
of her impending climax too.
Jared removed his finger smoothly and eased off the bed, sliding her
to the edge with sensual roughness. Her head lowered her lashes
lifting the moment he parted her legs wide, until his thumbs exposed
the tender flesh inside her nether lips. Jared held them apart with
two of his fingers, using the other to rub and circle those nerves
faster and firmer, wetting it, rubbing and feeling her thighs tremble
against his legs.
Clare drug her hands over her face, moving her head restlessly, and
moaning low over and over. Her finger went between her white teeth
and she bit down hard, her face in beautiful ecstasy the moment she
climaxed, shuddering, jerking, shivering through the strong pleasures
washing over her.
