Breck’s fingers curled, and he closed the distance between their mouths with all the hunger he had been fighting since he had first seen her.
She opened her mouth and kissed him back with the fire that Breck had known was lurking beneath her sweet exterior, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body into his.
It was almost too much. He was going to overflow with the need and desire she woke in him. He was going to lose himself entirely in her kiss. He was going to burn away to nothing in the heat of her passion. He was going to...
He was going to embarrass himself if he didn’t take steps.
Greatest lover who ever set foot on Shifting Sands, indeed.
Breck caught her face in his hands again and pulled slowly away. “Wait,” he growled. “Slow down…”
Darla whimpered and tried to claw him closer to her. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said, panting. “And I know you aren’t…”
For a fleeting moment, Breck felt guilty. But his leopard reminded him, Every other lover was worth it, to best learn how to pleasure our mate.
And pleasure her he would.
Breck turned Darla around in his arms, to her confusion, then bent and kissed her neck from behind, slow and hot, from her shoulder to the bottom of her ear. Her breath hitched as he took the lobe gently between his teeth, and reached around her to start carefully, slowly unbuttoning her dress.
With every button, he paused, kissing first one side of her neck, then the other, nibbling, licking, brushing back her hair with deliberate fingers.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands, fluttering them helplessly as he coaxed a flush of desire over her fair skin. He licked her shoulder and blew on it, just to make her shiver.
As her dress finally fell from her, she tried to turn, and he resisted her, cupping her breasts from behind and letting one hand trail down her stomach as she squirmed.
“Breck,” she begged. “Breck, please…”
He pressed against her so she could feel how badly he wanted her, and almost lost his resolve when she ground back against him. One hand caressed her breasts, his thumb over a hard nipple and fingers tracing the place beneath where soft breast met soft flesh. The other hand teased lower, not touching where she wanted it most, but fingering the band of her underwear, circling her bellybutton, touching her thighs.
She writhed, and begged wordlessly, and when he finally walked his fingers down inside her underwear to find her clit, she gave a little cry and jerked in pleasure and shock. He teased it gently, then slipped his fingers deeper into her, letting his other hand continue to squeeze and caress her breasts. She was dripping wet, and he could just keep the pressure on her clit with the heel of his hand as he stroked into her with his fingers; it was only a few blissful moments before she was going rigid in his arms as pleasure crested over her.
He kissed her as she caught her breath again, and nibbled at her neck and earlobes. He didn’t resist as she turned this time, and kissed her deeply.
“I want you,” she begged through ragged breaths. “I want you in me.”
Breck had to battle his own desire for the same thing to grin at her. “Patience,” he cautioned. “I have only just begun…”
Chapter 25
Darla could feel him, hard against her from behind, and knew that if Breck had not been holding her up with one strong arm, her knees would have given out as he brought her to the heights of pleasure and eased her down again.
“I want you,” she begged him shamelessly when he had released her mouth. “I want you in me.” His cock was hard against her; it felt huge through his khaki pants, and Darla was dying to release it.
But Breck smiled at her and his smile was like a promise they couldn’t make. “Patience,” he said, in that low silky voice that made her even wetter. “I have only just begun.”
He laid her back down on his bed — it was a broad bed with generous pillows and a silky comforter that slipped erotica
lly beneath her — and stripped her soaking underwear off of her, cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands as he did. Then he was kissing her stomach, the underside of her breasts, the top of her hips.
When his lips finally brushed her nethers, she cried out without meaning to, and he was licking and kissing her, agonizingly slowly as his fingers once again spread her. From this angle, he could reach deeper, and Darla squirmed, helpless with need and delight as he thrust into her, raising her slowly to a fever pitch of pleasure.
He didn’t let her crest that time, slowing when she might have, and she whimpered and clung to his shoulders.
“Please,” she begged. “Please…”
To her delight, he pulled away from her then and unbuttoned his pants. She sat up, panting, because she didn’t want to miss a moment or a sight, and when he pulled off his briefs with the khakis, she gave a sharp inhale at the view.
Then he was on her again, leaning her back into the pillows with kisses and caresses as he laid his cock against her, but refused to press in.