Rie McGaha/Deadly Dreams

Noble Romance Publishing

His blood bubbled beneath his skin and he lost himself in the want of her. He kissed down one leg, sucked her toes, licked her ankles and then went back up the other leg. He parted her legs when he reached the vee of her thighs and buried his face there. He licked up the center of her pussy, and with his tongue, he found the ripe little bud hidden in the folds of flesh and lapped at it until she was rocking her hips in rhythm with his mouth. Her hands were moving over her own body, her head rocked from side to side. He knew she was close to reaching her peak and he pulled away.
“No, no, no,” she cried and reached for him. He smiled and with his hands on her hips, he flipped her over onto her stomach. He nibbled at the nape of her neck then moved lower, sliding his tongue down her spine, kissing her shoulders as her hands fisted in the comforter. He kissed her round, firm ass, and licked up the cleft between the twin cheeks. He licked and kissed her legs, sucked gently on the soft skin behind her knees, and trailed his tongue over her calves, then worked his way back up. With her legs spread wide, he dove in, dipping his tongue into the dark, wet heat of her, and lapped at her until she squirmed.
Only then did he turn her back over and position himself between her legs, lifting her with his hands beneath her ass. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. He kissed her there, sucked her into his mouth, lapped at her some more. Then she was writhing as he placed the flat of his tongue against her clit and rubbed until she screamed when an orgasm rocked through her.
Lowering her back onto the bed, he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. God, she was so tight, and he tortured himself, moving slowly, deeper and deeper inside of her. He lifted her, wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly. She wrapped her legs around him and he heard her whisper, “I want you, Chase. I want you now." He pushed into her and she screamed again. He stopped. "No, don’t you dare stop,” she breathed heavily.
He slid out and then inside of her as far as he could go, picking up the rhythm, and she followed him. Her hands moved restlessly over him as he held her tightly with his face buried in the curve of her shoulder. He said her name, whether out loud or in his own head, he didn’t know. She was surrounding him, filling his senses, filling his mind, just as he was filling her body, and all he could do was hold on to her. Then he heard her name escape his lips, he growled deep in his throat, and released all that he was inside of her.
Dragging deep breaths into his lungs, he tried to untangle himself from her, and finally got himself halfway off of her. That was as far as he went. He puffed and panted and his heart was pounding away in his chest as sweat poured off him. He opened his eyes when he felt Lea’s cool hand on his face, and he pressed her palm to his mouth and kissed it. She rolled over on her side to face him. He opened his eyes to find her smiling contentedly.
Pulling her to him, he held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her nose. A spear of desire shot straight through him when he kissed her, and he marveled that he was already hard. That hadn’t happened in at least fifteen years. When he was a younger man, he could perform several times a day if he had a willing partner, but this was different. Running his hands slowly over her body, watching her face, he pulled her on top of him and kissed her again. His hands moved slowly down her back, over her ass and back up.
She sat up, straddling him. Bracing her hands against his chest, she slid slowly, sensuously back and forth over him. He watched the smile play on her lips as he held her breasts in his hands and rolled the nipples between his finger and thumb. Lifting up, she centered herself over his cock, then sheathed him with her pussy in one quick stroke. Her eyes went wide as his cock filled her completely, and he grinned.
He watched her move back and forth on him, pleasuring herself, and her actions made him harder than ever. Holding her hips, he sank his fingers into her flesh. Everything she felt showed clearly in her expressions, and her passion incited him. He moved her up and down, faster and faster until she came with her head flung back and her long hair brushing the tops of his thighs. He followed her over the edge, rising up off the bed with the force of his release.
I've never known this feeling before, he thought as he held her, stroked her hair, stroked her back while he was still inside of her. He had never thought it possible to have such a profound connection with a woman, had never even considered it, and was so overwhelmed by the feelings racing through him he could only hold her tighter and close his eyes against the assault. If this was love, he’d need some time to get acquainted with it. These feelings were so new, he would need time to work through them in his mind, but he didn’t think he’d have the time while there was a murderer running loose. Still, they had tonight and tomorrow. He’d think about what it all meant after that. For right now, he wasn’t letting her go.