Burned by Passion(14)
“Oh my god, Blake. What are we doing...?”
He looked at her then, as if to be sure he understood correctly the surrender in her tone. Kira didn’t know what the hell she was saying. Or doing. But she could feel all resistance begin to ebb beneath her own long-deprived feminine desires; needs no other man had been able to bring to life the way Blake did so effortlessly.
Whatever he saw in her eyes gave him the answer he sought, and Kira felt him grasp her arm. “Not here,” he muttered, and then turned to the door of the study which he fumbled open.
Kira found herself being drawn into the dim room, the only lighting coming from the open curtains which chased shadows around the desk, chairs and bookcases within the room. Her sensual haze gave way to doubt as the door clicked shut behind her, but before she could turn around Blake had her drawn with her back up against his chest, his arm closing around her waist while his free hand inched up to wrap around her throat. Trapped against his rock-ready body, Kira felt her senses swim, overwhelmed by his virile dominance; the strength beneath the liquid sensuality.
Entrenched within the globes of her buttocks was the unmistakable ridge of his straining erection and he felt even harder, bigger than before. Kira gasped and arched her back, her hands lifting of their own accord to fist the silken locks at his nape.
“Are you wet for me, Kira? I’m sure as hell rock-hard for you,” Blake rasped with his lips in her ear. His hand lay flat on her belly and shifted up to squeeze hard on one breast, and then the other. His rough, hungry groping turned her on more than any tender caress could have done.
His hand at her throat turned her face to the side to meet his lips crushing into hers. He kissed her as fiercely as ever but with far more purpose. Kira knew he wanted to drive her straight out of her mind and she wasn’t able to fight what came charging at her like a herd of racing bulls.
She could feel his other hand on her breasts, his fingers easily detecting one rigid nipple and pinching it hard through her clothes. Kira whimpered in part agony, part ecstasy at the boldness in his every touch. He tweaked one nipple and then the other into stiff, aching peaks while his tongue drove in and out of her mouth in a telling dance that mimicked what he wanted to be doing to her...if she only gave in to the mating call of his body for hers.
Kira was slowly losing it. Her intuition had told her Blake was a man with the potential to lead her into temptation and he began to prove her right with every second that passed.
Her back was against his chest and she couldn’t help but melt into him. She could sense that his heart beat as erratically as hers was doing and it became obvious there was no going back now. Not that she even wanted to. She felt him rock his hardness into her ass and that carnal gesture triggered a flood of heat to spread over her already soaked panties.
Just like before, he read her body language perfectly. Kira had no words to stop him when he spun her round to face him and promptly backed her into the desk until her knees buckled, forcing her to plant her ass on the edge of the desk. Blake promptly had her in a horizontal position as his body covered hers with a dominant passion.
“Oh!” Kira exclaimed. Everything was happening so fast. His lips, kissing every inch of her face and then down along her arched neck. His hands, tugging the neckline of her dress off her shoulder, her bra strap following its descent. The next thing she felt was the cool air settling on her exposed nipple right before Blake’s head swooped down and he enclosed the hard bud in the heat of his mouth.
She must have cried out his name because he grunted in reply, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs which he gripped so strongly. Kira’s hands clutched his head as his lips sealed around her nipple and suckled with rough, insistent tugs. His tongue played around her areole and it was all Kira could do not to scream out loud. Nothing had ever felt so good and it was growing even more intense with the hand he had inching up beneath her hiked up skirt.
Kira quivered beneath the weight of his body over hers, pinning her down to the desk as he settled between her knees which he pushed wide apart.
She should stop him. This was so wrong. What would his father think about what they were doing? In his study no less? But who was she kidding? She was helpless to keep things from happening at this wild, reckless pace. Overcome by the undeniable responses of her eager flesh, Kira had nowhere to hide and no plan of running.
Her swirling thoughts broke off when Blake’s hands cupped beneath her ass, half-lifting her off the desk as he reached for the band of her skimpy briefs. In a single wrench he’d rid her of them. But then they got tangled at her ankles and in his impatience, he had them ripped off her and thrown onto the floor.
“Blake...,” Kira cried out, his ardor making her blush from head to toe. She heard his answering low chuckle which died off when they returned with earnest to their kisses, lips grinding together in a fevered tango. Kira felt Blake’s hand slip between her shivery thighs and the next moment, his fingertips were skimming over her mound.
The room echoed with the mutual sound of their groans as Blake strummed over her lush and slippery folds. “Fucking wet...so wet and juicy. And so tight, Kira,” Blake groaned against her mouth, sliding a finger past her swollen vulva and into her waiting sheathe. The sweet penetration made Kira hunch her spine, her lower body turning to jelly in an instant.
“Blake. Oh god please.”
He knew what she needed even though she couldn’t spell it out in words. She loved his mouth, teasing at her breasts, lapping and tugging. She loved his thumb flicking over her clit until it swelled from all the blood pumping through her nerve cells.