A.N. LOVE SCENE HERE!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! END A.N.
Chapter 6The pearl buttons of her blouse were suddenly nonexistent as they slipped away under the guidance of his sure fingers. His hands moved just inside the open collar to rest warmly on her shoulders, sliding down over her arms as he slipped the silk garment off to pool at her feet.
He worked the front clasp on her bra and she trembled with nervousness.
"Easy, sweetheart," he whispered as he began placing kisses on the corner of her mouth, across her jaw to the sensitive underside of her chin.
Lilla shivered, barely noticing when he removed the lacy undergarment from her. Her fingertips itched to touch him and she lifted the hem of the t-shirt he'd hastily pulled over his head before leaving the arena.
His chest was smooth, his skin fiery to the touch as she explored him and he groaned when she ran her fingertips over one of his nipples. She smiled at the sound and repeated the action, earning herself a long, hot kiss that left her breathless. Her head was buzzing with pleasure and she just wanted him to hurry, but he'd set a pace that had her tied up in knots with anticipation.
Warm, rough hands slid over her ribcage, upward, until his thumbs traced the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples peaked, begging him for attention and she whimpered when he deliberately avoided that area. After a moment of torture, he found the sensitive tips, creating delicious friction against them that made her ache with a deep longing.
"So soft," he murmured, then his mouth joined his hands, touching, tasting, until he was suckling one coral nub, and she was arching helplessly toward the pleasure.
Placing a moist kiss on the other, he lifted her, laying her against the duvet on the bed.
He stood, just looking at her, for endless seconds, his honey colored eyes glittering with desire. Moving to the bed, he straddled her knees, his hands gliding along the outsides of her thighs to the button on her slacks.
Her pants joined the blouse and bra on the floor and she was left in a little scrap of white lace that did more to accentuate than conceal.
Her belly was covered with worshipping, open-mouth kisses, his warm, wicked tongue tested the depth of her navel and dipped beneath the edge of the lace. The muscles beneath the skin there clenched, and she gasped.
His hot gaze met hers. "Mmm, sensitive here." He tugged the fabric down a little and laid his mouth over her skin, marking her there.
"Val…"
He grinned up at her. "Patience, sweetheart." He began tugging the lace downward, until it hit the carpet. He stilled, just looking at her, sliding his hands down her thighs and parting her, gazing his fill.
She watched, spellbound, as his fingers brushed through the curls there, then his mouth lowered and she stopped thinking, her eyes sliding shut as he pleasured her.
She threaded her fingers through the silky hair at the top of his head as he alternated between using his tongue and his rough fingertips against her sensitive bud.
Her hips lifted, begging him for more and he gave it, slipping one long finger inside her heat, withdrawing then stroking in repeatedly and making her gasp his name. Moist, sure lips drew on her nub, and she cried out, feeling the tension in her body spiral. His mouth was replaced by his thumb as his eyes lifted to hers.
"You're beautiful, sweetheart," he murmured huskily. "Come for me."
She moaned, her body arching toward him, searching, seeking out that precipice that would send her into oblivion.
The crest found her, washing her over the edge, as an entire galaxy of stars burst in her femininity, and pulsed outward to the tips of her fingers and toes, the very edges of her being.
Long fingers stroked a particularly sensitive spot inside her as she clenched around the invading digits and the feelings that hummed through her body intensified and another orgasm made her quake with pleasure.
She was gasping when she came down from the peak of her pleasure and Val stroked a hand over the side of her face. "You taste so sweet," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers and rubbing his nose alongside her own. "I could pleasure you like that all night."
Lilla shivered. No man had ever made her feel like that, the physical strengthened by what came from inside. "Thank you," she said, breathlessly, still feeling the little eddies that ran through her from his intimate touch.
He smiled tenderly, then winked, his arrogance lingering. "Maybe, you can return the favor sometime."
He wasn't pressuring her. She was amazed, but curious as to what it would be like to taste him. She'd definitely repay him, but she didn't dare think about anything past this night, and the man before her.
He brought his lips back to hers and she responded with renewed passion, the sharp edge of nervousness taken off her hunger, making her comfortable enough to explore his body.
He was shirtless and she helped him out of his jeans, gasping in delight when she realized he wore nothing beneath them.
She took her time learning the body of the man beneath her, letting her fingers and lips linger over places that made him squirm. She didn't realize the power she had over his body until she licked the smooth flesh where the inside of his thigh joined his body and he jerked.
"You like that?" she inquired shyly, trying to banish the blush that colored her skin.
"Mmm, more than you know," he growled, those caramel eyes hot, lids lowered to slits that followed her every move. They widened and he groaned when she gently kissed the tip of his erection.
He was steely hard but felt like warm velvet in her hands and against her lips.
"I've never done this before," she murmured, her tongue venturing out to taste the fluid that wept from him. She smiled to herself when his hips jerked upward slightly, obviously having caught him off guard.
Her lips parted, taking in the thick head of his shaft, applying a light suction, curious if it made him feel anything like she'd felt when he kissed her intimately.
His hands gripped the sheets and he gasped. "Oh, Lil', sweetheart." He pulled her up to his side. "I want to feel you with me when I come," he said, capturing her lips as his hands went to her breasts. She was arching into him within moments and he pulled her beneath him, rubbing his hardness against the moisture between her thighs.
Lilla panted, lifting her hips imploringly. "Please, Val-"
He nudged her entrance, as his mouth feasted on the curve of her neck. He moved inside of her slowly, letting her tight flesh adjust to his girth.
The movement wrung a groan from him. "So tight," he growled, near her ear. "You're lovely, sweetheart." He sucked her earlobe into his mouth as his manhood tapped her depth.
Lilla clutched him to her, the feeling of fullness heavenly. He withdrew, his first thrusts gentle, almost hesitant. Strong hands gripped her hips, showing her his rhythm. She matched him, crying his name when he seated himself fully inside her.
Tears appeared behind her eyes, and she was nearly sobbing, trying for the sweet euphoria that eluded her, then crashed through them both like a tidal wave, as he buried his face in her hair, groaning her name and shuddering with his release.
He remained joined with her, rolling to his back and holding her atop him. Lips caressed her shoulder, calming, soothing. "You're amazing," he said, nuzzling her ear.
"I'm not." A sudden shyness overwhelmed her as she thought of the things she'd let him do, of the things she'd done.
"Yes, you are." He sighed contentedly. "In everything you do, in everything you grace with your touch, you are amazing."
Lilla's heart swelled with love and she fought back tears. She wanted to believe what he was saying. He was so reverent. But did she dare trust her own heart?
