“Can you take it rough?”
7:41 PM |
“Can you take it rough?”
His comment inflamed Maggie. She made an attempt to respond, but the only sound that came out was a pitiful whimper. She wanted him to kiss her, wanted to feel that firm, masculine mouth on hers as he devoured her lips. But she sensed he was using every ounce of strength he possessed to hold on to his control. There was no disguising the state of arousal he was in. Could she push him over the edge?
Did she want to?
The answer was yes.
She spread her thighs and arched the lower half of her body against his, shocked at her boldness. They’d only met the day before and she wasn’t in the habit of sleeping around. Yet that didn’t lesson the fierce desire coursing through her. She watched the pupils in his eyes dilate. He thrust back, his erection slicing between Maggie’s thighs and over the swelling bud of her arousal. She cried out, bit down on her bottom lip and clenched her thighs together, entrapping him.
He lowered his face and Maggie was certain he was going to kiss her. She caught her breath, meeting him half way. As soon as Matt’s mouth touched hers he seemed to lose control. Growling low in his throat, his passion forced her deeper into the bed. The stubble on his face heightened the pleasure of his rough kiss, and Maggie opened her mouth eagerly to his thrusting tongue.
Ohmigod! Fire replaced the blood in her veins. She was aware of nothing, yet aware of everything at the same time. Her hands began to roam over Matt’s hard muscles with growing ardor, encouraging him to do whatever he wanted. She felt her heart pounding out of control, very attuned to where his hands were slowly roaming. Her breasts swelled in his palms, aching with pleasure. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, causing Maggie’s hips to twist out of control. Her body was demanding he make love to her. And she thought she was going to get her wish when his caresses glided over her body with mounting aggression.
Oh! Before Maggie could brace herself his hands closed over her hips and he began to pull her sharply against his erection. He felt huge and hot sliding over her wet crotch, the friction causing her desire to build to an unbearable level. His mouth left hers to travel down her throat and over her shoulders, leaving a trail of wet heat against her flesh. Moaning with desire, Maggie arched her back when Matt’s mouth burned a searing path down to her breasts, suckling her taut nipples through the material of her thin nightgown. Suddenly it seemed like his hands and mouth were everywhere at once. Demanding, satisfying, hungry for more.
All at once he jerked back. “I want to feel your hand on my cock, Maggie.”
His rough comment set her blood on fire. She worked her hand between them until reaching her prize. Her hand enclosed the satin encased steel, and her eyes widened, meeting his. She’d only guessed at his size before. Oh my! She soon discovered by running her hand up and down his torrid flesh that Matt didn’t lack in length, either.
He lost control for a moment, closing his eyes and groaning deep, thrusting into her hand. A shudder racked his body as Maggie tightened her grasp. She couldn’t remember a time feeling so hot and hungry. And the flesh pulsing in her hand would more than fill the need in her. Then she pulled him close and ran the tip of his dripping penis over her wet mound. His eyes bolted open.
“Damn!” His hand moved beneath her short gown to her thong, tearing the fragile silk away from her body with an easy tug.
Her breath caught, and before Maggie was able to recuperate Matt moved abruptly to his side, dragging her with him. He pulled her close to his body, arranging their position so that his penis was nestled between her thighs. He thrust gently, as though enjoying the friction, but didn’t enter her like Maggie yearned for him to do. Moaning with hunger, she arched her buttocks into him, silently encouraging him to take her. She couldn’t bear the teasing any longer.
“Oh, God…please!”“Tell me what you want.” He mouthed the words against her neck, his warm breath sending a rivet of pleasure through her. “Tell me where you want me.”
Didn’t he know? Couldn’t he tell? She’d never had to vocalize during love making before. “Make love to me, Matt. It’s been so long…” Maggie let her words trail off, moving suggestively. She could feel his hot flesh at the very gates of her womanhood, teasing her mercilessly with long strokes of pleasure. “Please!” She felt her orgasm building and gasped for air.
Matt shuddered behind her. He moved, and Maggie wasn’t aware of what he was doing until she felt his hand against her backside, moving downward. The next thing she was aware of he was guiding his flesh to the opening between her legs...
Review by Dark Angels Reviews
4 Pixies!...Tory Richards weaves a compelling tale of love lost and found between a woman who has every reason to fear men and their emotions and a man whose heart has been too terribly burnt.