Catch (9 page)

She teased his mouth with her index finger, not quite allowing him to suckle hers, toying with his lips, making him reach out with his tongue, the tip hunting for the tip of her finger, letting him lick her, then spreading his own spittle around his lips, coating them, rubbing her finger along his teeth, feeling the hard sharpness, permitting him to clamp tenderly on her while his tongue flicked up and over her manicured nail.

A powerful need to kiss him overtook her, to taste with her own the lips she was so enjoying. The anticipation of his flavor crippling her, she trembled in the most exquisite way.
 

He moved closer to her, slipped his arm around her slim waist and pulled her toward him.
 
Parted her legs with his thigh so that she leaned astride him, the weight of her body sitting on her pubic bone, further inflaming the heat and need his nearness was creating.
 

She could smell him now, his scent hot and vibrant, a touch of musk hidden under layers of cinnamon and deep citrus. His body was solid when she ran her hands over his chest, the silk of his shirt smooth and seductive.
 

She lingered over his erect nipples, rubbing them with the open palms of her hands through the sheer material. Her desire was building and still she had yet to taste him.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
 
The words were spoken quietly.
 

He'd leaned forward, was rimming the outside of her ear with his tongue, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps, hot on her neck like the humid air of a balmy summer's night.
 
She tipped her head to the side, giving him full access to the length of her neck; she wanted to feel his tongue and his teeth on that most sensitive part of her body.
 

He was bringing her ever so slowly to the boil and she, in no rush, was enjoying the sensations, all the while sedately riding his upper thigh.

She slid her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp with her fingertips and fingernails, and he moaned in response.
 
The sound struck at her core, ran musically down her spine and she felt the beginnings of wetness. Her knees went weak and she leaned more heavily into him.
 
He found his way past her neck, stringing butterfly kisses across her cheek until his lips rested tenderly against hers.
 

A bubble of emotion escaped her heart, some sort of physical recognition she couldn't begin to describe.
 
She was incredibly turned on and aroused by this man, but here was a moment of tenderness and purity she didn't understand that evoked deeply buried emotional responses beyond anything she'd sensed before.
 

For a moment she breathed his breath, touched by his soul, a potpourri of emotions somersaulting through her body. Then she relaxed and allowed him to bring his lips to hers in a joining that was like coming home.
 

Everything felt incredibly right - his touch, his lips, his probing tongue. He tasted clean and special and real.
 
As he held her tighter she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. His hands cupped her buttocks and tiny explosions went off inside her head.
 
She felt alive and vibrant, moved by powerful energy and emotion.

Feverishly she began exploring his body and mouth with her own, unwilling to disengage from the contact and touch, such feelings he was evoking.
 
She wanted the kiss to go on forever.
 
Wanted to bask in the heat of their desire, be scorched by the flames of passion, to hold onto this moment forever, it felt so vital and right.

He pulled away, breaking the spell, gasping for air, his cheeks flushed, his neck clammy, his scent strong.
 
Softly he whispered, "That was some kiss."

She rested her forehead on his. "It was, wasn't it?”

Neither was willing to give up complete connection, rubbing noses slowly backwards and forwards, claiming the intimacy of the moment.
 

Matthew wanted her.
 
Wanted her desperately and with a passion born of a desire he'd seldom experienced before.
 
He'd planned to seduce her slowly, build a scalding passion, bring her to the edge and not let her fall.
 
Leave her longing, leave her in need of him.
 
But things hadn't gone as he planned.

Gazing into her green eyes, their foreheads touching, he stroked down the muscles of her back to those beautiful buttocks.
 
She was still rubbing herself gently against his upper thigh; it was driving him insane with lust and desire.
 

He didn't want to move from the kitchen, so anxious to ensure they didn't defile the moment.
 
The immediate emotion of the kiss had evaporated, but it was replaced with a burning hunger for her that felt insatiable.
 

He wanted her.
 
He wanted her now, and he wasn't prepared to risk losing momentum.
 
She disengaged herself from his forehead, started running gentle kisses - interspersed with nips of her teeth - down his neck.

His instant response was in his groin.
 
The pressure in his jeans intense, he needed some relief and release.
 
He reached down and unbuttoned the first three buttons, groaning as she continued to nibble his neck.
 
Her hand followed down his arm, pushing his aside and cupping him through the silk of his boxers.
 
Another shot to his groin and his cock pulsed under the warmth of her touch.

"Excited?"
 
Her voice was husky and all he could do was moan in response.

"Would you like me to lick you - take you in my mouth like I did with your finger?"
 
She continued mercilessly licking behind his ear.

He was mad with desire. She was a vixen, yet she'd masqueraded as some sort of innocent. His mind was confused. He should be resisting her, taking the lead, taking control, but his body was betraying him, reacting to her every touch. He was completely powerless in her hands.

Licking then kissing the hollow in his throat, she started to unbutton his shirt, blazing a trail down his chest, a lick then a kiss where each button sat.
 
He had a white-knuckled grip on the granite bench as she undid the last of the buttons and knelt between his legs.
 

She looked up, hovering seductively over the ache beneath his boxers, threatening to release him into her warm and inviting mouth.
 
She licked her lips, that carnal mouth making promises he couldn't possibly resist. "You haven't answered me."

She rubbed her chin up his aching shaft, the sensation through the silk excruciating, and he let out a sharp gasp.
 
"Yes."

"Yes what?"
 
Her thumb raked over the tip of his cock, milking him through the blue silk.

"Yes, please.
 
You're killing me."

She smiled.
 
"Look how wet I'm making you and I haven't even started yet."

His grip on the granite tightened.

Deftly she released the other buttons on his jeans, slipped the blue denim together with his boxers down his legs, then prodded his thighs, as you would a horse, inviting him to step out of the clothing.
 
When she kissed her way back up the insides of his thighs his excitement continued to mount.

"I'm so glad you don't wear shoes – it’s so un-erotic removing shoes and socks, don't you think?"

Matt was unable to think. She was hovering menacingly over his genitals again and he was desperate for her to take him in her mouth.

"Suck me, please."
 
The words were almost a growl.

Reaching up his body, she dragged her long manicured fingernails the length of his torso, drawing all sensation down to the concentrated area of his groin, bringing his focus to the center of himself.
 
His cock bobbed and dribbled in front of her lips. She blew softly across his tip and he shuddered in response.
 
Gripping him with her hands, she ever so slowly lowered that carnal mouth over him.
 
The sensation was electric, the heat of her mouth heaven. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, moaning long and loud.

"Take me all the way in, as deep as you can." The words were dredged from someone else.
 
He felt whiny and needy but he didn't care; all he cared about were the superb sensations of her suckling.

She mouthed him in slow and luxurious strokes. He was out of his mind with desire; the sensations were incredible.
 
He held her head, ran his fingers through her hair, allowed her beautiful lips and tongue to milk him, caress him.
 
She cupped his balls with one hand, the other grasping his cock, creating a funnel to the warm, sweet, wetness of her mouth.
 
Over and over she took him, long, steady stroking. He wanted to come in her mouth, wanted her to feel the full force of him, wanted her to devour him.

A small voice of reason struggled through the pleasurable cloud. He also wanted this to last, wanted to give her pleasure, show her what he could do for her - make her come.
 

He reached down again, interrupted Tamsen and lifted her up toward him.
 
Her mouth was red and puffy, her lips savaged from her savaging of him.
 
He kissed her - hungrily, powerfully and desperately.
 
Her tongue danced with his, delving into his mouth; she tasted salty, and her heat aroused him even more.

He found the zipper at the back of her neck, tugging at the material, frustrated when it wouldn't co-operate.
 
He quickly turned her around so he could look at what he was doing.
 
The sea of green material parted for him, exposing the pale plane of her back.
 
Leveling a kiss in the middle of her shoulder blades, he disposed of the fastening of her bra, pushing the straps down in the sweep of her dress.

Flesh dancing in front of his eyes, her hair cascading down her shoulders, he pulled her to him, snuggling her bare back to his chest, luscious skin on skin contact.
 

Cupping her full, heavy breasts in his palms, the rosebud nipples begging for the attention of his mouth, he squeezed each hard and she shuddered against him, a small moan escaping her lips.

"Nice?"

She nodded. "Squeeze harder - I like it when it hurts."

More than happy to oblige, he felt a throbbing sensation shoot to his cock. The thought of her appreciation of a little pain turned him on more than he cared to admit.

"Oh, God, that's so good." She arched back against him, grinding her backside into his rock-hard cock.
 
"Lick inside my ear - it turns me on."

He was grateful for instructions.
 
As he ran his tongue inside her ear an urgent moan was rapidly followed by a gyrating backside.
 
His immediate thought was to get some space between his cock and her backside or he was going to explode all over her and the kitchen.

Matt released his grip on Tamsen's tortured nipples and turned her round to face him, taking in the canvas of her body.
 
Her face was flushed with passion and her eyes glazed with desire and yearning; he'd almost overlooked how beautiful she was, with her curves in all the right places.

"You're gorgeous," he moaned.
 

Matt hooked his thumbs in the minuscule green G-string she wore, removing it in a single downward motion.
 
Tamsen held his shoulders and stepped gingerly out of the scrap of material.
 
He made no attempt to remove her shoes, liking the naughtiness of her wearing nothing but high heels.

He turned around and pushed her up against the bench-top he'd vacated.
 
Capturing one of her nipples in his hungry mouth, he allowed his hands the luxury of exploring the uncharted territory of her stomach and thighs.
 
He could smell the heat of her body, the hot sweet scent emanating from her pores, as he continued suckling and caressing, alternating from nipple to nipple, her hands running through his hair, then raking his back in long, agonizingly slow strokes.
 

The harder he suckled, the harder she scratched.
 
Each time he increased the suction it felt as if she took another layer of skin off his back. He wanted to keep going until she drew blood - scraped her way through flesh to muscle and bone.

Sucking
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harder, he felt her arch under his mouth. "Oh, God...no more...enough," she panted.

He released the tormented nipple, shades of purple and red appearing where his mouth had been.
 
His back was on fire.

"I want you to lick me."
 
She ran her fingernail down her stomach, past the golden barbell in her navel; he noticed that the stone in the ball matched the emerald she wore at her throat. "Taste me."

He didn't need asking twice, helping her onto the bench top with the dirty dishes, bottles and glasses pushed swiftly to one side.
 
She’d shaved, except for a small strip of cropped red hair leading to her swollen lips.
 
He ran his tongue down the prickly line until his tongue reached her sweet juice.

Matt tasted her and she wriggled and moaned in response, thrusting herself at his face, perched atop the bench amongst the leftovers.
 
He found himself torn between the desire to have her explode on his face, or to stop what they were doing so he could get inside her.
 
Never good at delaying gratification, with her trembling beneath his mouth he knew she was close.
 
Shit, he was close to coming too.
 
A decision was in order.