earlier. These were more sedate, languid, but still just as sensual and erotic.
She loved the way he could stir her with just a simple kiss. It brought chills to her skin.
He stretched out atop her, his large body covering hers as she opened her legs. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, holding him as close as her arms now did.
A moan rumbled in his chest, and Grace held him tighter. What was it about Arian that made her respond so passionately? There was a wildness about her in his arms, and it had never been there before.
She was eager, madly impatient to have him deep inside her. To feel him moving within her.
A sigh escaped when he bent and placed his lips around a nipple. He sucked hard before laving the turgid peak with his tongue until she was writhing beneath him.
But he didn’t stop there. He moved to her other breast and teased that nipple just as mercilessly. Grace’s body fairly hummed with desire that coiled tighter and tighter.
Arian scooted down her body, kissing his way as he went. He paused at the scar on her right side where she’d had her appendix removed fifteen years earlier. Then he continued downward until his warm breath fanned her sex.
Grace stared at the stalactites above her without seeing them. She held her breath while he kissed the inside of each thigh softly, slowly.
Then he gently licked her sex. Grace’s mouth opened at the wondrous feeling that spread through her. It was quickly replaced by a bright blaze of desire when Arian flicked his tongue over her clit.
The breath rushed from her lungs as her mouth opened on a silent cry of pleasure. He teased, he licked, he laved. Taking her higher and higher each time.
Her back arched from the intense pleasure. He held her hips firmly, refusing to let her escape his tongue. But she had no interest in going anywhere. Not when he was touching her so amazingly.
Grace was floating, allowing the bliss to sink through her. Then Arian’s finger touched her sex, stroking just under his tongue.
Before she could even register that, his finger pushed inside her. Grace moaned when he began to move his finger in and out, twisting it as he did.
It was just a moment later before he added the second finger. Grace tried to breathe between the waves of pleasure, but it was too much. She could feel her body hurtling toward the climax and there was nothing she could do about it.
When the orgasm came, it swept her away completely. It was so intense, so powerful that she was helpless to do anything but feel.
It was as if she were falling endlessly through a pleasure-filled void led by Arian. Instead of panicking, Grace didn’t fight any of it.
As the climax began to fade, Arian crawled back up to her. Grace pushed at his shoulders and rolled him onto his back as she kneeled beside him. She ran her hands over his chest and leaned over, breathing and kissing on his skin.
She moved closer and closer to his arousal, but each time she got near, she would go another direction.
He was moaning as he watched her, his champagne gaze focused on her face. Grace looked up and met his eyes. The desire she saw there caused her heart to miss a beat.
She stopped with her mouth breaths from his cock. It had been six centuries since he felt a woman or pleasure. Then, still holding his gaze, she took him in hand and let her lips slide over his head.
His fingers dug into her thigh. “Fuck, Grace. That feels so damn good.”
Spurred on by his words, she began to move her hand and mouth, taking him deeper. She cupped his ball sac and massaged them with her free hand.
She was enjoying herself, but all too soon he had her on her back once more. Arian held her arms above her head with his. She looked down at their bodies.
Logic intruded through her desire-filled brain. Protection. She needed protection. “Condom,” she said, hoping he had one. It wasn’t as if she carried one in her laptop.
His brow furrowed. “I’m immortal, lass. I doona carry disease,