Cord’s hands tightened and lifted her against him. Enthralled, she looped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and parted her lips.
His kiss gave her a newfound life, transported her to a new world. As his tongue entered her mouth, twisted and teased hers, she grew mindless of everything except her and Cord. There simply wasn’t room for anything else in the commanding whirlwind of their touching, kissing. Taken away, she did little except feel. Ultimately. Wholly.
She had a brief sense of reality while stretching her hands over her head for him to lift away her camisole, and another when he lifted her out of the tangled pile her dress and underclothes formed around her feet. He removed her boots then, after lowering her on the soft velvet cushions of the sofa. It was just like her fairy tale. She was unashamed of her nakedness, and more than eager for him to toss aside the boots and return to caressing her bare skin.
He started at her toes, rubbing them and kissing them, and even suckling the little one, which tickled enchantingly. Inching upward, he played with and teased her feet, ankles, shins and knees. Each touch of his fingers, each brush of his lips, was heavenly sweet and yet tortuous. A keen need rose to anguishing proportions in her very core. She shifted on the velvet, parting her legs, presenting her eagerness for him to complete their coupling.
A bout of feeble disappointment happened when he ignored her hint. Her discontent soon disappeared, or maybe, in a peculiar way, it heightened as his hands caressed her thighs, massaged her hipbones, and rubbed gentle circles over her stomach, while his lips kissed her skin in their wake. His continued teasing had her gasping and throbbing painfully. She grew feverish, in a healthy, happy-to-be-alive way.
Florie grasped Cord’s head, combing her fingers deep into his thick hair, and tugged him upward. Now, she wanted to scream, take me now, but the words never formed. His mouth, hot and moist, had found her breasts. His hands were there as well, cupping the weight of each one as he took turns licking, nibbling and teasing her sensitive nipples. When he parted his lips fully and suckled deeply, she bit her tongue to keep from crying out at the all consuming pleasure.
There seemed to be no end to Cord’s precious, divine torment, or the world he took her to. His suckling went on and on, until razor-sharp blades of desire infused her body. “Cord,” she whispered, pleadingly.
His lips were on hers and his tongue teasing the inside of her mouth as deeply as it had her breasts. Her body couldn’t take much more. “Cord,” she repeated, gasping for air when his lips left hers.
He held her gaze, and if she wasn’t already breathless, the look in his eyes would have made her so. It was a bold and determined gaze, but so tender and affectionate it entered her very soul. He leaned down and kissed her lips reverently.
Florie was melting and frantic at the same time. Her need of release was stronger than anything she’d ever known, and yet, Cord’s gentle lips, pressed against hers, were positively serene.
He lifted his face, and looked at her with a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. She gasped then, at the heat exploding between her thighs. His fingers, searching and stroking, found her nub. Her hips bucked, unable to deny she was on the brink.
“Cord,” she gasped, now shamelessly pleading.
He kissed her lips briefly. “Not yet, my darling.”
While she whimpered, he kissed her chin, neck and shoulders. Heaving quick breaths, Florie dug her hands into his hair again as his head inched its way back down her body. When his breath blew over her triangle of curls, she stopped breathing, but when his tongue took over where his finger left off, the air whooshed out of her.
Never, ever had she imagined there was such a pleasure.
Cord took his time, as if savoring her.
Need reached beyond reality. Florie couldn’t stop how she cried out, arriving at a point where she had no control. An inner storm rose and fell, exploding over and over again. Her knees were flung over Cord’s shoulders and he suckled earnestly, holding her bottom and driving the waves of pleasure into a firestorm of intensity.
The final explosion, shattering and stunning, sent her over the edge. Her past experiences held no comparisons, and she closed her eyes, submerged in indescribable satisfaction.
Cord was gone then. She opened her eyes, feeling almost frantic for a second. Handsome, smiling, he stood beside the couch, gazing down at her.
Content, she closed her eyes again.
A thump sounded, and she cracked her lids, peering at him through the slits as he shed his clothes. Unimaginably, her juncture, the very spot that had been spent mere moments ago, twitched, grew excited all over again. It was shocking. Wonderfully so.
Florie lifted her arms, which no longer felt heavy. Cord settled atop her, and she opened for him, wrapping her thighs around his hips and arching to meet his smooth, flawless shaft. A moan escaped her lips at his size…hot, slick and exquisite. Friction, a play of give-and-take, developed between them, and carried her away again.