Goddess of Love (Goddess Summoning #5)(66)

"I wanted to do that from the moment I saw you tonight," he said. She shook her head so that all of her hair came free. His hands moved from her hair, down her neck, and then slowly, slowly, they continued down, outlining her body as if he wanted to memorize her shape and form. She shivered, thinking how his hands had the ability to create such beautiful, sensuous works of art - how they had somehow been able to create a perfect rendition of her without his even knowing it.

"Are you cold?" he whispered. His hands moved from the back of her thighs up and around, until his thumbs caressed the core of her womanhood. Venus's breath caught on a moan of pleasure.

"I can warm you up," he said, his voice going all rough, like speaking had suddenly gotten difficult. She rocked forward against his firm touch, thoroughly aroused by the sensation of his hand stroking her through the layers of soft panty and rough slacks.

"I remember everything about how you felt that night. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. You're like a drug that won't clear my blood." His voice was deep and his breathing had increased. "I remember how hot and wet you were, how I slid into you and how I could feel you come."

She met his passion-glazed eyes and the heat and desire she saw there had lust thrumming through her already sensitized body. "Did you think about me when you masturbated afterwards?"

"Over and over again." He moaned. "I thought I'd lost you."

"I thought you'd used me and then cast me aside," she admitted.

"Never!" His eyes were bright with passion. "I would never do that to you. Come here, Venus."

He reached up and pulled her mouth down to his. She opened her lips and accepted the heated thrust of his tongue, so that Griffin devoured her. Still kissing her, he turned and swept her off her feet so that she was lying across his bed. His hands moved down to unzip her slacks and she lifted her hips so that he could skim them from her body, pulling her stiletto pumps off at the same time and tossing them to the floor with the slacks. His fingers splayed low across her stomach, then they slid seductively down over the silky wisp of black panty she was still wearing to circle her clit with his thumb, and down still farther to gently stroke the folds of her vagina in the same caress he'd been teasing her with before he'd taken off her slacks.

"You're so wet your panties are soaked," he said.

And then she groaned in frustration as his hand left her clit so he could pull off his own clothes in several impatient movements.

He was truly a beautifully built man. Darker and more masculine than Adonis, taller and stronger than Achilles. She wanted him to claim her as his own with a desire so fierce and so overpowering that it made her dizzy. When he lay back down beside her she found the hard length of his phallus, and she let her hand stroke him while she met his teasing tongue. He chuckled deep in his throat and grabbed her wrist.

"No, I don't want it to be over too soon. Tonight we take our time with each other."

"I don't know if I can wait," she said, with a rush of breath.

He smiled. "I can. I can wait. And so can you. This time I'll be the teacher." Then he began unbuttoning her sweater, following the trail his fingers were making with his lips and tongue. When her black silk bra was finally uncovered he flicked his tongue along the top of it until he found the hard nub of her aroused nipple. He licked and sucked it through the thin layer of silk, causing her breath to pant hard and fast. His talented artist's hand caressed a path down her body, sliding off her panties. Then he cupped her ass and brought her firmly against his erection. But instead of plunging into her wetness, he positioned the head of his c**k so that it could slide back and forth, from her clit down and then back up. He rocked her body against his and she gasped, grinding herself closer to him.

"You're making my c**k all wet," he whispered against the nipple he was still teasing with his tongue and teeth.

"Enter me!" She moaned. "Please..."

"Not yet, my goddess, I want you to come first."

"Yes," she cried. "Oh, Griffin, yes!" She rubbed her soft slickness against his engorged head faster and faster until she felt the delicious explosion build between her legs and cascade out through her body.

But instead of stopping at her orgasm, Griffin pulled off her bra and cupped her br**sts in his hand, kneading and caressing while he repositioned himself against her wet heat. This time the head of his c**k was pressed lower, so that it slid back and forth the length of her velvet slit, teasing her opening but never entering it.

"I remember what you taught us in class today." His voice was rough with lust. "How, if a man truly cares about a woman's pleasure, she can have one orgasm after another. He just has to keep her aroused and then he can bring her to climax over and over." He thrust against her, his hard phallus gliding against her soft wetness. "Is this the right place?"

"Yes." She moaned. He slid himself over her, back and forth. One of his hands firmly cupped her ass and kept her grinding rhythmically against him, and the other teased her breast, holding it up to his hot mouth. When she came again she couldn't help crying his name.

"Now," he said, pressing her against the bed and holding himself up so that he could look into her eyes. "Now I have to be inside you." And he plunged into her, impaling her already engorged vagina with a ferocity that made her moan her pleasure aloud. The feeling of fullness was almost too much for her to bear. The sound of his heavy breathing mixed in perfect harmony with her own pants, and she could smell the musty scent of their mingled sex. He captured her mouth, and Venus immersed herself in the salty, sexy taste of him. Everything combined to heighten her desire for him. She reached between them and cupped him with one hand, squeezing gently and teasingly. With the other she stroked his hardness as he thrust in and out of her, loving that the cream that covered his phallus was her own wetness.