Goodnight Kisses by Wilhelmina Stolen Page A

blushed. “Then why did you stop?”
    He imprisoned both wrists with a single hand and
lifted her arms above her head. With his free hand, he traced her
cheek. “You’re so beautiful. I had to stop and stare.” His lips
followed close behind, burning a sensual path of fire down her
jawline.
    Relieved he wasn’t having second thoughts about
making love to her, she basked in the way his lips made her feel.
Attractive. Desired. Loved.
    He tasted the shallow dip of her
lower neck, and the sensitive valley between her breasts . He shifted lower without releasing her hands to the dress
she thought was a hindrance, but the thin wet material clinging to
the rise of her nipples like a second skin, posed no problem for
McCrea. The pointed sensation of his teeth raking over her peak
through the garment arched her back, and he made sure he gave each
breast the same expert attention. His was nothing like her amateur
foreplay. “McCrea.” The guttural cry gained her an intermission by
way of a long, hard kiss that left her panting for more.
    Catching the thin material of the dress between his
teeth, he unveiled her from breast to belly inch by inch. Eleanor
knew she was completely at his mercy, and playing the captive
amplified the intensity of his every move. She was his to do with
as he pleased, and the thought made her body writhe beneath
him.
    His knees at her waist shifted
wider and allowed his hand to glide downwards towards the
apex of her thighs. The earlier demonstration of his dexterous
fingers vaulted her pelvis upward in expectancy and urged a moan
from her throat.  Under her panties, his fingers advanced into
her folds to graze her already sensitive nub. Persistently, but
softly he manipulated and filled her until the threat of a
climactic spiral edged closer. “Please, don’t make me─” her voice
broke with the plea.
    “Come,” he finished with another plunge which curved
her body again.
    In the truck, he played her body with the skill of a
master violinist, hitting all the right notes at just the right
time. Even now, he had her body humming with a sensual song. But it
wanted more. Craved more. “Please.” Her head twisted from side to
side. “I want you.”
    He released her hands and slipped the dress past her
hips, thighs and ankles. Her wispy panties came next, followed by
his briefs.  On his knees, he tore open the foil packet,
removed the condom and rolled it up his shaft. Its size had grown
and caused her eyes to widen with a silent question.
    He bent to kiss her lower belly,
and his tongue traced a ring around her navel before moving over
her. With his knee, he divided her legs and pressed his
erection against her. “Your body was made for mine.”
    The erotic encounter of hard
and soft brought a moan to her lips. Her nails raked down
his chest, to his waist and around to latch onto the hard muscles
of his buttocks as her hips reached to his with an instinctual urge
to become one.
    He shifted his weight to a hand beside her head, and
the other found the scant space between the small of her back and
the mattress. The texture of his slightly calloused palm lifting
her upward opened her legs in an unspoken invitation.
    “That’s it,” he exhaled against her ear.  “Open
up for me.” With that sensual command, he entered her. Tore past
the threshold of her virginity and claimed her. 
    A searing pain, far worse than she expected briefly
overpowered her desire, but she endured knowing it was part of her
body merging with his. She buried her face in his chest and held
her breath, fighting past the discomfort and openness that came
from giving herself to McCrea. Her lover. The man who would always
be in her mind. “It won’t last long, baby.”
    The penetrating sting lessened,
and the sweet desire she had felt before slowly crept back in. Its
fire torqued in the pit of her stomach and burned down to where
their bodies joined. The delectable ache controlled her once again.
She twisted her hips with