Bliss by Opal Carew Page A

his tongue. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, which tasted of rye.

    She fumbled with her blouse and dropped it from her body, then unfastened her skirt. His shirt fell to the floor, then his pants. As she gazed at the huge erection stretching his charcoal briefs, she felt a raging need build inside her. Hormones spiraled through her in a chaotic dance and her insides ached with need. She shed her skirt and panty hose, then stroked her finger over his bulge.

    “None of that Tantra stuff tonight,” she insisted. “I want hot and heavy.” She stripped off her bra and cupped her hands over her breasts. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

    She tweaked her nipples, pinching them until they nearly burst with pleasure.

    His eyes burned with lust as her hands stroked her breasts. When he still didn’t make a move toward her, she slid her fingers into her panties and slipped them inside.

    “I’m wet. Really, really wet. Thinking of you.”

    She slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away, her yearning for him gnawing at her.

    “I want you to take me like a wild man. Show me how much you want me.”

    As she continued to stroke herself, his eyes grew dark. She felt naughty and . . . intensely sexy. He stepped toward her, a powerful, almost dangerous aura about him. He wrapped his hands around her hips, then glided them over her butt. He pulled her tight to his body, then slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. His cock pressed against her wet slit, only the thin cotton of his briefs between them.

    His mouth captured hers, his tongue delving deep inside. Overwhelmed by his intense masculinity, she barely noticed them moving across the room until her back thumped against the wall. He pressed his body tight against hers, then worked his hard cock free of its cotton prison. His thick cockhead stroked her slit.

    His tongue thrust deep into her mouth and his body drove forward, thrusting his rock-hard cock deep inside her. She whimpered at the searing pleasure of his shaft filling her so completely . . . and so suddenly.

    “Yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Take me!”

    His gaze locked on hers and he drew back and thrust into her again. Her eyelids fluttered closed . . . briefly . . . then opened to his compelling dark gaze.

    “Kara, look at me while I’m fucking you.”

    Excitement raced through her at his coarse language. His body held her pressed hard to the wall, his cock impaling her like a stake holding her in place.

    “That’s what you want me to do, right? Fuck you.”

    She nodded. “Yes.”

    He pivoted his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper.

    “Fast and hard.”

    “Oh, yes.”

    He drew back and thrust again. Pleasure catapulted through her. He rammed into her again and again.

    “Yes. Oh, please . . .”

    Joy vibrated through her as he thrust into her like a jack-hammer.

    “Make me come,” she pleaded, clinging to his shoulders.

    He grasped her knees and lifted them, opening her legs wider, driving his cock impossibly deep as he rammed her against the wall with every thrust. She moaned.

    He leaned in and nipped her neck.

    “Am I making you come?”

    She nodded, whimpering as intoxicating bliss filled her . . . then white-hot sensation blazed through her, erupting in a fierce explosion of ecstasy.

    She collapsed against him, gasping for air. The whole experience had been so . . . intense and . . . erotic.

    He carried her to the bed, his cock still immersed in her, and laid her down. He kissed her tenderly, then began to glide his cock in and out. She moaned as the pleasure flared again.

    “You are incredibly sexy, sweetheart.”

    He stroked her clit with his finger and she cried out in pleasure. His cock stroked her with slow, deep thrusts, while he flicked her clit. She clutched him tight to her body as another orgasm swept through her.

    “Oh, yes . . . yes . . .” She gasped.

    Still he glided