Silent-desires

Raunchy Romance Read Silent Desires

His hands grazed the soft skin just under her arms, bare from the cut of the dress. With his thumb he reached out, letting the pad tease her erect nipple. Joan closed her eyes, her head tilted back, and Bryce placed a gentle kiss in the soft spot between her neck and collarbone.

“More,” she whispered.

“Shhh,” he said, then brushed a kiss over her lips. “My payback, my rules.”

She whimpered in response, a soft needy sound and once again Bryce almost lost control.

He didn’t though. Not yet. Not until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He moved his hand, and lowered his mouth to her breast, suckling her through the thin, purple material. With his other hand, he returned his attention to her thigh, stroking up until the tips of his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties.

She shifted her stance, widening her legs to give him better access. Bryce smiled. The woman knew what she wanted, and damned if Bryce didn’t want the same thing?

“This?” he whispered, tracing the pad of his finger over the elastic band between her crotch and her thigh.

“Yes,” she murmured, then shook her head. “I mean no. More.” She forced the words out. “Bryce, please.”

“More,” he repeated, feigning confusion. “You mean like this?” He cupped his palm, and then stroked his fingertips over her satin covered mound.

Her panties were damp, and she bucked against his hand, an involuntary movement as her body demanded even more.

He shifted their positions until his legs straddled her, and her opposite thigh was pressed against him. His erection rubbed against her leg and now he moaned in pleasure, his body tightening as her sweet heat stroked him.

“Bryce.” His name was a whisper, but it was also a demand. He slipped just the tip of his finger under the elastic, barely grazing her flesh, and nowhere near the wet spot where he knew she craved his touch.

“Like that?” he said.

“Dammit, Bryce, Touch me,” she said, her voice low and delicious. “Touch me or you’re really going to learn about payback.”

October 21, 2003

Raunchy romance read Silent Desires (contd)

He laughed but complied. He’d been torturing himself as much as her, and the truth was he wanted her. Wanted to watch as she melted under his touch. Wanted to look into her eyes as he made her come.

Roughly, he pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and then slid his fingers through her slick, wet curls until he found her centre. Her breathing was uneven, punctuated by low murmurs of “yes” and “please.”

He didn’t disappoint. He slipped his forefinger and index finger inside her, cupping her sex with his palm as he stroked her. He felt himself harden as he continued the erotic rhythm, sliding in and out in slow, deep movements designed to take her right to the edge.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, God, yes” A pause, and then “But what part of ‘more’ don’t you understand?”

Her words worked magic on him, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. Enough with the slow teases and the slow builds. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.

He shifted them, taking her in a deep, passionate kiss. At the same time, he urged them, moving as one, across the room until she was pressed up against the pillar that marked the end of the living area.

Her breath came fast, her eyes widening in both question and excitement.

“”More,” he said simply.

A smile touched her lips. “About damn time.”

Her fingers reached for the waistband of his sweats, nimbly untying the knot that held up the pants. She released the drawstring and the garment slid down over his hips. He hadn’t worn underwear and now the cool air acted as an enticing counterpoint to the heat generated between the two of them.

She reached down to cup his balls, and then stroked him. His body rocked, and it was everything he could do not to come right then, as her touch sent about a million volts of pure electricity racing through him.

Gently, he tugged her hand away. “Not yet,” he said. “Not unless you want a different ending to this show than the one I had planned.”

October 21, 2003

Silent Desires (contd)

“Couldn’t have that,” she murmured. She swung her arm around his neck, this time taking him in a kiss that she controlled. Her hands stroked his body, slipping under his T-shirt to stroke his chest, roaming around his back and then down to cup his ass. She was wild and determined and knew exactly what she wanted, and her touch turned Bryce on even more than he already was.

“Joan,” he said, the one word both a demand and a plea. He pressed her back against the pillar, his free hand groping on the counter for his wallet. He found it, then fumbled for a condom as she shifted against him, her soft movements as demanding as words. He slipped it on, then moved closer, lifting her skirt with one hand as he grabbed the band of her panties with the other. He started to tug them down, but she shook her head.

“Rip them, ” she demanded. And when he did, she arched her back, her nipples hard against the soft folds of her dress, her expression one of pure delight.

Right then, Bryce knew he couldn’t take it any more. He pushed closer, the top of his erection pressing against her and his hips moving in a sensual rhythm. But it wasn’t enough. And with one bold movement, he clutched her waist and lifter her, then pulled her down onto his rock-hard shaft.

She moaned, an erotic sound of pure pleasure and arched her back. With her legs, she grabbed hold, locking her ankles behind him as she clutched him around the neck.

Her eyes were closed while she rode him, but Bryce kept his eyes open, wanting to see her face, wanting to watch as her body took him in and as she pushed toward the edge.

He lifted her easily, thrusting her down in a practiced rhythm, impaling her on him, every motion designed to bring her – and him – right to the cusp and over. Her teeth grazed her lips, her eyes glazed with passion. And through it all, he watched her, the flush on her cheeks, the erotic curve of her neck, the delicate line of her collar. But there was nothing delicate about her movements. She matched him thrust for thrust, lifting her body and then slamming back down as the pressure built and built in both of them.

He was close, so very close, but he fought release, wanting to come with her, to feel her body tighten around him and milk him dry. He closed his eyes, fighting the sensations.

But then she gasped and that was all it took. He was lost, unable to hold back any longer. And when his release came, wave after wave of delirious pleasure, it was so strong it almost knocked him off his feet.4 Blaze titles are released every month and are available at retail stores, newsagents and selected bookstores. Each title retails for $6.95.

October 21, 2003