Love Islands…The Collection. Jane PorterЧитать онлайн книгу.
like this kneeling before her...
He smiled, as if he understood the riot of emotions plundering her nervous system—anticipation, disbelief, power, arousal. Before she could speak he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, and then bent forward to kiss her belly. She reached out and put her hands on his shoulders for balance. Watched. Felt. Trembled.
As he kissed his way across her stomach he worked her shorts down over her hips, taking her panties with them, until she stepped out of them and was naked. Her legs were quivering. She wasn’t sure she could remain standing much longer.
He obviously knew, because he leaned back on his heels and looked up at her, his eyes very blue and wide. ‘Lie down for me.’
He tugged on her hands as he spoke and somehow she just melted to the ground. He pushed her shoulders, pressing her onto his warm jacket. He knelt above her and kissed her. Starting back at her mouth, he kissed every inch of her skin, his fingertips dancing lightly, providing a teasing accompaniment to the pleasure of his lips and tongue. Her face, neck, breasts, abdomen, thighs... Slowly he worked his way down until she was twisting beneath him. Willing, wanting and unable to wait.
She arched up as finally he kissed her there. The erotic sensation of his breath against her core almost sent her over. Then his tongue swirled into her sex.
‘You’re so wet,’ he muttered. ‘And you taste so good.’
His hands firm underneath her, he lifted her to him. She didn’t want him to stop because, no holds barred, he was all but feasting on her. Her fingers twisted in the hot sand, the granules slipping through her fingers, and she threw her head back, closed her eyes against the harsh sunlight. She arched, grinding against his wicked tongue as she teetered on the edge.
But then he suddenly broke the explicit suction. ‘Your name, my little pirate?’ he rasped.
She gasped. He had to be kidding. ‘You’re the damn pirate.’
He fixed his mouth to her again and pulled.
Oh, please. Yes. Please.
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head.
But he stopped and asked again. ‘Your name?’
‘Don’t stop,’ she sobbed. ‘Don’t stop.’
‘Tell me your name and I won’t.’
‘Stella,’ she muttered. ‘Stella, Stella.’
Her head thrashed as he went down on her once more. The unbearably blissful sensation hit, turning her sob into a scream. She roared her release to the sky and sea. And to him.
Long moments later she realised that he wasn’t even naked. That he’d only removed his jacket. And now he was leaning over her, that smile in his eyes.
She sat up. Her fingers shook as a sudden ferocity overtook her. She needed to know him the way he did her. But the pearl buttons on his shirt were tough, and he laughed at her impatient muttering. Finally she spread it wide, and when she touched him he stopped laughing.
‘That’s it. Kiss me better, Stella.’ He groaned, bending his head to catch her lips with his briefly. ‘Make me feel better.’
Relief that this wasn’t finished sent need surging through her bones. She didn’t stop to wonder at his words. As incredible as that orgasm had been, she wanted more—and for once in her life she was getting it.
His skin was hot and smooth, yet she could feel the powerful muscles lying just beneath. The sprinkling of hair on his chest was a delight to her fingertips. She traced the path arrowing down to his waistband. She experimented, licking his flat nipple, teasing the tight little centre with her teeth—as he’d done to her. It had been such sweet torment, and she wanted to trick him the way he had her.
Suddenly it wasn’t playful. It was pure animal passion. He might be big and strong, but she was agile and lithe. She kissed him all over, relishing the way she could explore him. Letting her, he rolled onto his back, pulling her astride him. She lay sprawled, intoxicated by a sense of power. Then she moved, kissing him to the heavens and back.
It was so physical. He pressed against her, grinding against her bared, open core. She pushed down to meet him, the rough, wet fabric of his trousers an almost painful friction against her flesh.
‘We cannot do this,’ he growled—a gravelly roar of frustration and anger.
‘Why?’
He breathed hard, thrusting against her body. She couldn’t help it—she writhed against him again. He suddenly flipped them both, pushing her hard into the sand. She moaned, aching for all that pressure—aching to feel him naked against her, pressing right into her and filling that gaping need.
A need that had never been as strong. A craving that had to be sated. Her desire had to be slaked. Desperate, she was driven to move, unable to stop herself arching. She’d do anything to draw him closer.
He growled again. Then jerked his hips away from her sinuous dance.
‘I don’t have anything, darling. I can’t...’ He groaned, straining against her for a heavenly moment. ‘We can’t,’ he muttered in tortured tones. ‘I don’t have anything.’
It took several moments to register what he meant.
Protection...prophylactic...contraception... Condom.
She stared up at him, dazed, disappointment so bitter. ‘I do,’ she snapped as she suddenly remembered.
He stilled. His eyes burned into her with a look of such savage intensity she felt unable to breathe. Yet she felt bolder than she’d ever been.
‘I have something,’ she choked.
‘Give it to me,’ he ordered harshly, peeling away enough to let her reach for her shorts.
Her wallet was wet, and she struggled to part the old leather pocket and find the foil square that had been shoved there so long ago. They’d been issued with them back in basic training. Stella had stuffed hers into the smallest space and forgotten about it till now.
The flush built in her cheeks as she grasped hold of the small packet and suddenly balked. ‘That is...if you want...?’
‘If I want?’ The short, tense laugh sounded torn from his throat. ‘You have no idea how much I want.’
She gazed at him. ‘Then show me.’
He stood. Slowly he undid his trousers, spreading them to slide them down his hewn legs. Her jaw dropped as he revealed himself to her. He was beautiful. Muscled, yet lean, his skin glistening and golden. And his erection...
She swallowed as he tore open the small packet and rolled the condom down his impressive length. The pirate Prince was so much more than she could ever have imagined.
That this was happening at all was crazy. But to stop it, to say anything, would be crazier still.
The hot sun beat down on her. The silk of his spread tuxedo jacket was soft beneath her. But all she could really sense was him.
He lowered himself over her, encompassing her world. ‘You’re ready?’
She nodded wordlessly.
He gazed into her eyes for a moment and then bent to kiss her mouth, then the taut tip of each breast. Then he licked her core once more.
She moaned, and tugged him to come back over her. It wasn’t enough now.
‘Spread wider,’ he ordered harshly. ‘You are small and I am...not.’
He pressed his wide palm against her inner thigh, pushing her legs further apart. He slicked his fingers through her wet heat. She hovered in a whirling mess of anticipation and need.
Then he rose right above her, settling into position, and thrust.
Stella