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She felt the light touch as his fingers feathered her where she was warm and moist and aching-until she was lost in a dark, erotic world of his creation. She said his name, just once, and then began to move distractedly beneath his touch.
Kaleb looked down at her while he continued to caress her, reveling in the frantic little movements of her limbs. He knew it would be more practical to take her to bed, but he could also see that she was close to the edge. Too close. And too precious and unwieldy to just flying over his shoulder and mount the stairs and take her upstairs to bed.
Which meant staying right here…
He slid his hand inside her panties and she made an agitated little sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a cry as he moved his hand against her heated flesh with a slow, sure rhythm.
This was all going to be over far too quickly, was his one regretful thought as he watched the frantic circling of her hips.
Sasha felt the first spasm of pleasure ripple with increasing strength through her body, on and on and on, until she thought she would die with pleasure or astonishment. Or both. She called his name out loud. And then she cried.
He took her to her bedroom and undressed her like a child, finding a nightdress tucked underneath her pillow and pulling it over her head. It was made of fine white lawn-all tucked and embroidered-and with the thick hair falling in a mane over her breasts she looked impossibly flushed and sexy and beautiful.
She was all sleepy as he pulled the duvet over her, and his body felt dry and aching, and he knew that if he didn’t get out of here soon… He was just tiptoeing out when her voice halted him.
“Kaleb?” He turned around.
Her eyes were wide open. “Come to bed.”
He shook his head. “You’re tired now and you need to sleep. It doesn’t matter,” he lied.
“Yes, it does. I want to hold you. I want you to hold me.”
“What if I said no?”
“You want to make me clamber out and chase you? In my condition?” she mocked
He smiled. “Well, I’ve tried to do the gentlemanly thing.”
“And I’m not going to let you.”
“Oh, well, in that case…” His eyes narrowed like a cat’s as he shut the door softly behind him and began to unbutton his shirt.
He was tempted to tear the garment from his body in his eagerness to fall into bed with her, but he didn’t want to frighten her. So he made his undressing as unhurried as he could and saw that she was watching the slow striptease through lazy, slitted eyes, clearly enjoying it.
And by the time he slipped underneath the sheets to join her, he discovered that she was trembling nearly as much as he was. She wrapped her arms almost shyly around his neck.
“I’m going to make love to you now.”
He shook his head. “No, sugar. Just rest. Go to bed,”
“I want to pleasure you the way you did to me,” she whispered. “Will you let me?”
The innocent question caught him by surprise. So did the trusting way she asked it. Did that mean what he thought it might mean? But then the throb of anticipation blotted out the question. “You bet your life I will,” he murmured. Kaleb took her hand and softly kissed each finger in turn, then the palm. Only then did he let his body relax with anticipation against the mattress as he held her by the waist.
Her hand slid up his chest, gingerly spreading her fingers to explore him.
“You can touch me.” He drew a shaking breath. “Anywhere you want. Anyhow.”
She realized he wanted her to touch him. As much as she wanted him to touch her. This was give and take. Desire and hunger. She slid her hand further and watched him tense with pleasure at her touch. And then all reticence fled and she was driven to discover more.
She caressed every inch of his muscled beauty, pausing when she ran her fingers over a jagged scar on his rump. He smiled, pulling her closer, and she forgot everything in the heat and tease of his kisses. Her hand found his thick length and he inhaled deeply when she began to move up and down his length. Slowly but firmly. Her thumb stroked the head, rubbing the liquid she found at the tip all over it. Kaleb gasped… Thrusting his hips uncontrollably into her palm, he moaned, biting his lower lip. Then suddenly, he moved away from her seeking, soft fingers.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
“Sasha,” He gazed into her eyes, his hips grinding delightfully against hers in a slow, tormenting motion. “I want to kiss you”
“Then kiss me” she replied.
He did-so thoroughly and lushly that she arched, unable to resist the urges of her body. He kissed, not just her mouth, but her neck and her chest. He kissed, nipped and nibbled, working his way lower and lower, kissing every part of her body.
“I love touching you,” he breathed huskily against her belly. His hands swept over her-more and more intimately teasing and tormenting her until she writhed beneath him and even though he’d made her soar only minutes before, that empty ache inside was utterly unbearable.
And somehow he knew. He lifted himself up above her and looked directly, deeply into her eyes. “Do you want me inside you?”
She wanted everything. Most of all she didn’t want this good feeling to end. “Yes.”
But he didn’t smile. “You’re sure?”
“This is like a dream, Kaleb. I need you. Just for tonight.”
“A dream?” He shook his head. “This isn’t a dream you can wake up from and take back, Sasha,”
Her anger built. All she wanted at the moment was him. Now. And she didn’t want him to make her wait any longer. “Don’t say anything more,” she moaned. “Don’t spoil it.” He tensed.
“And don’t stop,” she demanded fiercely. “Yes. I want you.”
His smile spread across his face and then he kissed her again. Until she arched, until she moaned, until she couldn’t form words. He slid his hand beneath her bottom and held her still enough for him to press close. She gasped as she felt his thickness sear into her.
“Sasha?” he breathed.
“Yes. Kaleb.” She wanted this. Him.