Chapter 19

She moaned, first in outrage, then in helpless surrender, as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth in so sexual a cadence she felt her bones melting.
He recognized her capitulation within a heartbeat. His tongue ceased to be a plunderer and became a lover, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. By slow degrees, her struggles ceased, her body relaxed and became pliant, molding itself to his, reshaping itself to fit his steely contours.
His parted lips followed the curve of her breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured her nakedness. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky crest until it became stiff. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and whisked it with his tongue, again and again, until Elizabeth clung to him for support.
He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the palm, then carried it down to his sex. He acquainted her with the dimension, the power and strength, of his desire for her.
He stared deeply into her eyes, searching for signs of mendacity, but saw only leaping arcs of desire. He impressed a hungry, twisting kiss on her receptive mouth. His sex became even fuller within her caressing grasp. He nudged her knees apart and settled himself heavily within the cradle of her thighs.
In one long, slow plunge, he imbedded himself between the stretching walls of her body. Elizabeth, thrilled with his magnificent strength, brought her knees up to accommodate him. He moaned with supreme satisfaction and buried his face in the perfumed cloud of her hair which was spread out on the pillow.
Though it seemed impossible, he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. She felt those supple contractions against her hands which greedily drew him closer, higher. He kissed her ears, her throat, and, as his thrusts accelerated, her mouth.
After several moments she clasped his head and held it away from her. Her breath was choppy; her flushed breasts rose and fell with each shallow pant. "You don't have to wait on me, Thad."
He looked surprised, then smiled tenderly. "Yes I do."
"No, really. You don't have to do that for me."
"I'm not," he said hoarsely. "I'm doing it for me."
She gave a joyful little gasp when he slid his splayed hands beneath her hips. He rubbed his face against her nipples, once, twice, letting her feel his cheeks, chin, nose, and tongue against them.
With his next deep thrust, her neck involuntarily arched and she lost herself in this splendid mating rite. Her hips responded to his clenching fingers. She ground her body against his, wanting more, always more.
And when she was seized by a rush of sensation so intense she couldn't contain it, she bit her lower lip to hold back a scream of pleasure. The immensity of it was compounded when she felt, deep inside her the staccato spasms of his release.
Neither knew if it was seconds, minutes, or eons that they lay in a state of complete exhaustion. Thad was the first to move. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down at her.
"You're beautiful," he said, still breathing unevenly.
"You think so?"
"Oh, yeah " he drawled, smiling and nodding his head.
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2. Trouble in Paradise.
Susan Connell. p125-9. 10 points.
"We could be closer," she whispered.
"Much closer," he agreed, stirring the golden curls between them while he looked into her eyes. They were bright with desire and wide with expectation. Her parted lips strayed over his but when he slid his finger inside her, she plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth. They stroked each other to a primal beat. Gently. Thoughtfully. Thoroughly. The air around them crackled as their storm of passion threatened to bring them down. When he eased in a second finger, she lifted her mouth from his and made the most exquisite sounds he'd ever heard. He felt her knee beginning to buckle, and he knew his wouldn't be far behind. Lifting: his mouth from hers, he offered her his throat as he fought for more oxygen.
"We can do this standing. Or we can do it lying down. We just have to do it soon."
Working his way along her body, he circled her navel with his wet tongue before continuing down. When his breath touched her thigh, a tremor of desire shook her. A few capable strokes, then a firecracker of pleasure was what she had expected but he was taking her a whole new way to paradise -- a long, secret way, exploring her with his lips and tongue. She hadn't anticipated this forbidden pleasure. This wild, intimate kiss she'd only heard about. In a series of gentle caresses. Reilly had her shifting restlessly beneath his attentions.
"Reilly, that feels . . . incredible."
Sinking her fingers through his hair, she wanted to hold him there. She also wanted more of him. All of him. "Come inside me," she whispered fervently as she fought the encroaching ecstasy with everything she had. But with a flick of his tongue the victory was his. Gripping his shoulders, she raised her hips in glorious surrender to the first wild wave of pleasure.
Lifting himself over her, he entered her on the second wave. Instinct had her wrapping her legs around him, and they held on to each other as if the world would burst apart if they let go. Crying out as one, they soared over the edge and all the way to the far side of paradise.
Even in the aftermath he wouldn't let go. Rolling to his side, he brought her with him, kissing her with untamed joy.
As she drifted down from the heights of ecstasy, she whispered, "Reilly, I never knew . . . I never knew."
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