A Kiss of Fire (A Kiss of Magic #2)(77)

“Let me make love to you,” he said softly, his head dipping to touch his forehead to hers. He then kissed her mouth slowly and sweetly.

“You aren’t well enough to make love to anyone,” she said with a noisy swallow.

Sin knew it was true. He was not well enough to take command of their lovemaking, to be on top of her working himself into her. But he was well enough, he believed, for other things.

“Pull up your skirts and straddle my head. I will show you how well I am.”

Ariana felt a fiery blush scorch over her cheeks at the lewd suggestion. It also made her go instantly wet with excitement. She glanced at the open door to his bedroom.

“Your mother could come in at any moment,” she said breathily.

“Close and lock the door and she will not come in.”

“I won’t encourage you to do things you shouldn’t be do—“

She was cut off when he swooped in and gave her a blisteringly hot kiss. She moaned at the intensity of it, his hands sweeping over her body everywhere he could reach as his mouth and tongue worked dream-like perfection with hers. Ariana curved against him unthinkingly and she felt him wince. She pulled back sharply.

“No!” she said.

“Yes. Ariana I must have you. I’m going mad having you this close to me and not being able to be inside of you. I haven’t had nearly enough time to get to know you in that way. To be your lover. I've enjoyed getting to know you in other ways, but in this way…I crave you to the point of insanity. You have no idea how frustrating this is for me!”

She could hear it in his voice, see it in his expression, just how disturbed he was. His hands were still skimming heatedly over her body…curving over a hip, a thigh, a breast…clearly desperate to have a part of her. Any part of her.

Ariana drew away from him, ignoring his huff of frustration as she got to her feet and walked out of his reach. Then she walked to the door, closed it and threw the bolt that locked it. When she turned to face the man in the bed, he had a wolfish grin on his face. He held out a hand to her and beckoned her forward.

“We do this my way,” she said when he reached to grab her hip and draw her close. She kneeled on the bed, throwing a leg over his thighs, hiking her skirt up so her legs were bared above the knee. She then removed the pillow from behind his head and saw to it he was lying flat on his back.

She then began to caress him. He was naked beneath his covers, him not having progressed to struggling with a pair of skintight breeches. He usually wore a robe when out of bed and nothing while in. Ariana pulled the covers back and away from between their bodies so she was watching him fill out and grow aroused before her eyes and so he could feel the bareness of her sex and backside across his thighs.

She reached for the sash binding her waist and pulled it free. She let the long, silky length of fabric slide off over the side of the bed and she grabbed for the hem of her blouse. She stripped it off, leaving herself bare-breasted. His eyes raked over her hungrily. He reached for her, touching her thighs because they were the only thing within his reach that didn’t require him sitting up a little.

She knew his desires as soon as he did and she slid up over him until she was straddling his hips and they were bare sex to bare sex. She picked up his hands and brought them to her breasts, leaning forward to make it easier for him to reach her and yet making very certain she did not rest any weight on his chest. Bracing one hand on the bed by his shoulder, she lifted up and made room for her hand to slip between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his jutting length and stroked him into full hardness. All the while he had his hands on her breasts, his finger plucking at her nipples his palms kneading the soft mounds.

“I want to put my mouth on you,” he said in a hot whisper.

She obliged him by rising up further onto her knees and releasing him in order to feed her breast to his lips. He sucked on her nipple eagerly, then bit at her with gentle loving bites until her nipple was a hard, aching point. She then fed him the opposite breast, which he gave equal treatment. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. She felt his hand skimming up her sides, then down again to grasp her hips.

“Come up here. I want your flavor on my tongue. I want your wetness all over my face.”

She looked down at him for a long moment, but her body was already eager with anticipation of feeling his mouth upon her.

“You’re not to lift up in any way,” she warned him.

“I won’t have to if you come up here.”

She laughed at his persistence. Then she did as he asked and brought herself up his body until she was straddling his head, her sex within easy reach of his mouth. She reached out and grabbed the headboard for balance as his tongue darted out and licked her. His hands came up to frame her hips, his hold on her guiding her to where he wanted her. She gasped as his tongue danced across the sensitive knot of nerves he found buried within folds of femininity. He lapped at her until she was moaning and her hips were shifting of their own volition. His tongue slid down and darted into the entrance of her body. Then it was back up to her clitoris and those endless, joyous circles of pleasure. He persisted until an orgasm whipped through her, both of her hands gripping the headboard now as she tried to keep her weight on her knees.

As soon as she came down from that peak, and before he could drive her up to another, she eased back down his body. She decided it was high time to return the favor and so moved down until she could pick him up in her hand and bring him to her lips.