Butterflies in Honey (Growing Pains #3)(103)

“Please Sean,” She panted.

He gave a soft chuckle and finally, finally the fingers found their way into her wet slit as Sean’s tongue applied pressure to her sweet spot. Her body shuddered in pure delight. Heat waves radiated from point of contact and spread out to ricochet through her body in resonating pings of pleasure. Her breath was coming faster now. The heat seared her. The fizz on her soda bottle bubbled up and up, more and more pressure, until finally, with a great quaking release, she moaned her orgasm through the house.

Sean relaxed his stimulation as her body relaxed its pose and slumped onto the bed. Standing for those types of things was fun for a while, but after the big “O,” it was too much work to stay on one’s feet. Krista felt the mattress move and then Sean was dragging her further onto the bed.

“I told you not to peek,” he said softly in her ear.

“Then why were you waiting for me to look down?”

“Because I knew you would.” His hands roamed across her body, feeling. Exploring. After a second, it dipped back between her legs. “I need more.”

Krista wasn’t exactly waking up, but she knew she should, so she rolled to her side to stroke him. Only, he pushed her back and nuzzled her neck.

“I want to relearn this fabulous body of yours.” He moved into position to take a nipple into his mouth.

Krista’s brain was still fuzzy, so it took her a while to fully find purchase in the pleasure the second time around, but when she did, she came harder than before. Sean was always a rock star in bed, but this time he had really outdone himself. When he was through, Krista lay with her arms out to the sides, her legs wide open and her chest heaving from screaming for so long.

“Holy crap, Sean,” she panted. “What did I do to deserve all this?”

Sean’s na**d body came into view over her. He was magnificent, with the soft candle light flickering, outlining his physique. The power of it, the perfection. The trail of muscle from his neck to his shoulder, the lump of those pecks, the dive into the rolling hills of his stomach. Krista started to salivate.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for the last couple years.” He settled on top of her, his legs between hers, his rock hard cock, still unused, hot and heavy on her stomach.

“What about at the hotel?”

“I was too busy exploding to really make it good for you. I am now making up for it.”

“I think we are remembering two different nights.” And they must have been because after the bath in that glorious tub, Sean made love to her twice. It wasn’t fast and furious like the first couple of times. Exactly the opposite, actually. He was slow and tender. He handled her like a piece of fine china. She was expertly taken care of, her pleasure always the focus. It was phenomenal.

“After tonight you’ll change your mind…”

With one smooth motion, he was easing himself inside of her. She was raw and swollen from the past hour of pleasure, ensuring that she felt every single inch of his magnificent entry. She had thought her nerve endings were all fizzled out, but she was wrong. Dead wrong.

As he slid to a wet stop, his ends touching her pelvis, the room exploded in fireworks. Sean started slowly moving, easing back out, just as slow. If he was straining for control, she couldn’t tell. He kissed her as slow as his pace, stroking the side of her body with the slow retreat. It was maddening.

An hour in and they still hadn’t found release. He had backed off to tickle her cl*t with his tongue again, making her jump and moan. He then switched their position, turning to her side and hitting a new batch of pleasurable areas. Then her stomach, always hitting new places within. He stimulated her ni**les or nibbled on her ears or neck as he thrust, always slow, always controlled. It was the best kind of torture she had ever experienced. She hadn’t remembered it being that good. Ever.

Finally she could see the sweat standing on his face as he sat up, pulling her up with him. “Let’s get closer.”

She was merely a puppet in this play, and she loved it.

With him sitting in the middle of the bed, candle light reflecting off of his bronzed shoulders, Krista felt herself lowered onto him, piercing her in pleasure. She sighed and slowly revolved her hips, feeling him grind inside of her, causing his breath to catch. She continued to move slowly, matching the pace he had been going all night, and felt his answering movements. She was strung out on bliss. The very fibers of her being stretched, warped and taxed with all the physical and emotional sensations. This was the big crescendo, she could feel it. She was excited to reach another high.

She pushed her body up against his, her sensitive ni**les responding to his coarse chest. She swiveled and rocked, focusing on his arms wrapped around her and his member inside. She curled her legs around his body and arched her back to reach for more pleasure, scooting her pelvis toward him. She followed the rhythm of his breathing and the surges of her body to a faster pace. She was beyond rubbed raw now. The pleasure hurt so good, her body begging for completion with a pain so sweet, it was agony. She pushed on, going a bit faster, feeling the mounting tidal wave.

“Oh Krissy,” Sean muttered.

Like a lightening crack, his control broke. He gripped her hard. She could feel the clenching and releasing of his remarkable leg and torso muscles as the pressure rose. His h*ps were rocking hard now, pushing into Krista. She moved her h*ps around in small circles as he pitched and gyrated, stroking with her body. The heat was rising, the pressure unbearable. Her body unraveled a little more with each of Sean’s plunges, hitting the center of her, sonic booms echoing out through her body.