Walking The Edge: A Romantic Suspense/Espionage Thriller (Corpus Brides Trilogy Book 1) by Zee Monodee Page B
Authors: Zee Monodee
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their kiss to nip down his neck, tasting the salty heat of his skin, needing the carnal contact.
He helped her remove his clothes, and then he lay on top of her, pressing her body down into the mattress. She pulled him to her, her legs tangling with his, hips meeting, skin to skin.
His mouth found her breasts and closed on one nipple, his tongue bathing it with long, sensuous strokes. Pleasure coursed through her, making her skin prickle with anticipation and pent-up longing. How her body called for him. He trailed bold hands down along her hipbones, up against her thighs, finally coming to the sensitive inner skin where she burned for his touch.
Parting her legs, she opened up for him. His fingertips caressed her gently all while his mouth continued playing with her nipples. When his thumb found her clit, she arched off the bed and a moan tore from her throat.
The pleasure couldn’t compare to the feeling assaulting her when he parted her opening and slid first one, then two fingers inside her. Moving softly at first, they increased in rhythm until her gasps came with every push and pull of his digits into her core.
Her thighs clamped onto his hand when her climax shook her. Tingles of current shot from every nerve ending in her body, and she nearly passed out under the intensity of her orgasm.
He moved away from her when she was still coming down from her high. Turning her head, she watched him go to the bag he’d dropped on the table and retrieve a small foil packet from it. After removing a condom, he sheathed himself and walked back to her.
She opened her arms to him, sighing when he slid into her embrace. He shifted over her, his hips aligning with hers, the tip of his erection against her entrance. Lifting her body, she pressed against him, silently urging him to take her. Her legs came up, her thighs settling against his waist as he penetrated her, the length of him slowly and ever so delightfully stretching her to accommodate his thickness.
She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers splayed across his shoulder blades, relishing the play of the sinewy muscles under her touch.
He filled her with tortuously slow ease, and retreated with the same languorous stroke. Over and over, he satiated her need to have him inside her, to fulfil her body in the way she instinctively knew only he could.
She started moving her hips faster, eager to have him increase his tempo. He chuckled and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth in the same kind of lazy rhythm with which he stroked in and out of her body. When it became obvious she wouldn’t get her way, she allowed all her senses to become suspended in time, in a moment where the only thing to exist amounted to this man making slow, unhurried love to her.
She let herself go, giving in to the moment, letting her soul soar free and open to his gaze and to his touch. Shards of white light pierced the darkness behind her closed eyes when her orgasm rocked through her. Her back left the bed, her nails digging into his flesh to bring her some leverage, afraid she would leave her body from the sheer pleasure coursing through her and making her feel so light and insubstantial.
His mouth lay against her collarbone when he came. Spasms racked his body, and her skin and the pillow muffled his cry of release.
She didn’t open her eyes afterward, afraid the moment would melt away if she did. A sigh escaped her, and she smiled when his strong, warm body pressed against the length of hers on the mattress.
Sleep found her a few moments later, and she abandoned herself to its feathery fingers, content and secure in the knowledge he was by her side. Again.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, already halfway gone.
*
Gerard froze at the softly voiced words. Memories of previous times when he’d heard that very phrase in these same circumstances burst forth in his mind, and he sat up straight. All notions of post-coital bliss shattered around him as the realization hit him
He helped her remove his clothes, and then he lay on top of her, pressing her body down into the mattress. She pulled him to her, her legs tangling with his, hips meeting, skin to skin.
His mouth found her breasts and closed on one nipple, his tongue bathing it with long, sensuous strokes. Pleasure coursed through her, making her skin prickle with anticipation and pent-up longing. How her body called for him. He trailed bold hands down along her hipbones, up against her thighs, finally coming to the sensitive inner skin where she burned for his touch.
Parting her legs, she opened up for him. His fingertips caressed her gently all while his mouth continued playing with her nipples. When his thumb found her clit, she arched off the bed and a moan tore from her throat.
The pleasure couldn’t compare to the feeling assaulting her when he parted her opening and slid first one, then two fingers inside her. Moving softly at first, they increased in rhythm until her gasps came with every push and pull of his digits into her core.
Her thighs clamped onto his hand when her climax shook her. Tingles of current shot from every nerve ending in her body, and she nearly passed out under the intensity of her orgasm.
He moved away from her when she was still coming down from her high. Turning her head, she watched him go to the bag he’d dropped on the table and retrieve a small foil packet from it. After removing a condom, he sheathed himself and walked back to her.
She opened her arms to him, sighing when he slid into her embrace. He shifted over her, his hips aligning with hers, the tip of his erection against her entrance. Lifting her body, she pressed against him, silently urging him to take her. Her legs came up, her thighs settling against his waist as he penetrated her, the length of him slowly and ever so delightfully stretching her to accommodate his thickness.
She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers splayed across his shoulder blades, relishing the play of the sinewy muscles under her touch.
He filled her with tortuously slow ease, and retreated with the same languorous stroke. Over and over, he satiated her need to have him inside her, to fulfil her body in the way she instinctively knew only he could.
She started moving her hips faster, eager to have him increase his tempo. He chuckled and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth in the same kind of lazy rhythm with which he stroked in and out of her body. When it became obvious she wouldn’t get her way, she allowed all her senses to become suspended in time, in a moment where the only thing to exist amounted to this man making slow, unhurried love to her.
She let herself go, giving in to the moment, letting her soul soar free and open to his gaze and to his touch. Shards of white light pierced the darkness behind her closed eyes when her orgasm rocked through her. Her back left the bed, her nails digging into his flesh to bring her some leverage, afraid she would leave her body from the sheer pleasure coursing through her and making her feel so light and insubstantial.
His mouth lay against her collarbone when he came. Spasms racked his body, and her skin and the pillow muffled his cry of release.
She didn’t open her eyes afterward, afraid the moment would melt away if she did. A sigh escaped her, and she smiled when his strong, warm body pressed against the length of hers on the mattress.
Sleep found her a few moments later, and she abandoned herself to its feathery fingers, content and secure in the knowledge he was by her side. Again.
“Stay with me,” she whispered, already halfway gone.
*
Gerard froze at the softly voiced words. Memories of previous times when he’d heard that very phrase in these same circumstances burst forth in his mind, and he sat up straight. All notions of post-coital bliss shattered around him as the realization hit him
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