Free Christmas Kismet by Jemma Grey

of herself and take
everything that he had to give in return.
    Henri’s hand slipped
under the hem of Kate’s chemise.  His touch sent shivers of pleasure down
Kate’s spine and when his hand palmed her breast, she thought that she might
die from shear pleasure.  Henri’s thumb brushed lightly over her erect nipple
and Kate moaned loudly.  His breath was hot against her neck and she arched
against him, telling him with the silent needs of her body what she wanted.
    Suddenly, Henri
withdrew his hand from her breast and knelt between her legs.  Kate’s eyes flew
open.  She wanted his body back against hers.  He smiled down at her devilishly
as he began to inch the chemise up her belly.
    Raw desire gleamed
in his hazel eyes as he removed the chemise, exposing Kate’s breasts to his
view.  He was back atop her at once, his hands worshiping the full globes as he
placed kisses upon them.
     When his lips
settled atop Kate’s nipple, she in took a swift breath, so startled she was by the
flood of pleasure that overtook her.  Henri nipped at her playfully with his
teeth and then began to suckle, palming the fullness of Kate’s breast as he
pleasured her with his mouth.
    Kate moaned loudly
as she raked her fingers through Henri’s disheveled hair.  Pleasure was
building between her thighs and she wanted, no she needed more of Henri.
    As if reading her
very thoughts, Henri’s hand trailed over Kate’s flat belly.  He inched lower
and lower as he teased Kate’s nipple with his hot mouth.  He slipped a finger
in the waistband of Kate’s white lace panties and when he did so, he thought
that his heart might beat right out of his chest.
    All he wanted to
do was give her pleasure.  Loving her alluring body was about to unman him.  It
had been so long since he had been with a woman.  Kate’s response to him was
powerful, and it took every ounce of Henri’s willpower to restrain himself from
ripping off her panties and plowing into her.  He needed to feel her tight, wet
heat around his cock, but he would force himself to wait.
    Kate’s pleasure
would come first.
    Henri’s fingers
danced over Kate’s auburn curls.  She writhed beneath him.  Henri suckled
Kate’s breast parted her.  He growled deeply as he felt her wetness on his fingers
for the first time.  He tore his lips away from Kate’s breast and claimed her
mouth in a passionate kiss as his fingers glided over her soft folds and found
the bead of her desire.
    Kate cried out in
pleasure as Henri’s fingers played her, expertly arousing her into a state of
desire that she had never before imagined.  His mouth was hot on hers, his
tongue delving into her mouth.  He slid one finger inside of her and then
another.  Kate arched against him, so undone by the feeling of him inside of
her that she thoughts she might combust.
    His fingers began
to move, gently driving in and out of her tight sheath, mimicking the love play
that was to come.  Kate spread her knees and began to move against Henri’s
fingers, wanting and needing more of his gentle touch.
    Henri could take
no more.  The thin lace of Kate’s panties against his hand tormented him.  She
was so tight and so wet.  He knew that he could slide her panties aside and be
inside of her in an instant.  His cock bucked in response to this thought.
    Slowly, Henri
withdrew his hand.  He hooked his thumbs into Kate’s panties and slid them down
her long legs.  Shucking out of his pants, he rejoined her on the bed, kneeling
between her bent knees.  Kate was sprawled out before him, completely naked and
unashamed.  There was a look of such desire, such love in her eyes that Henri
had to remind himself to breathe.
    “Are you
absolutely sure, sweetheart?” he asked, as he lowered himself gently on top of
Kate.  Her naked skin pressed against the length of his body was Heaven.
    “Yes,” Kate said,
smiling blissfully as she raised her knees, allowing Henri to settle himself
between her thighs.