Friends
Written by Amazonia V
Chapter 31:
Warning: Mature content (BGI)
"Oh, I intend to kiss you," Kal growled, kneeling over Diana.
She was close to ready. It wasn't enough. He wanted her so needy that she cried out for him. He wanted her dripping with desire.
Listening to the uneven tenor of her breath, he set his hands on her ribs and bent to kiss her. She opened immediately, dancing her tongue across his lips and into his mouth. Very slowly, knowing he tormented both of them, he slid his hands up.
Until his fingers cupped her lush breasts. Hunger slammed through him. She made a mewling sound of pleasure against his mouth. Kal raised his head to see where his tanned fingers splayed over her curves. A perfect picture. Her nipples stood out proudly, tantalizing.
He struggled for control against his raging need. He brushed his lips across one rosy peak. Her breath hitched. Delicately, he took her into his mouth, savoring her flavor. Salt. Sweet. Roses. Apples. Diana.
She gave a long guttural moan and arched. He drew harder until she started to shake.
He'd made love to her many times, but this was the first time they were making love as husband and wife. And it sharpened the edge of desire for both of them.
As he tongued the sweet tip of Diana's breast and felt her tremble with delight, he recognized this time was different.
Something about this woman being his wife penetrated more profoundly than mere appetite.
Her beauty stole his breath. Her wild responsiveness excited him. Her love humbled him.
That explained why his heart rose in her presence. Joy was the closest he could come to describing this feeling.
Still kissing her breast, he trailed one hand down the silky plain of her stomach and tangled his fingers in the soft curls. She bucked and smothered a muffled sound.
She vibrated to his touch like a bell.
He dipped between her legs. She was gloriously wet. He stroked her center, feeling the swollen flesh. A deeper pressure and she cried out and tautened. Her fingers clenched in his hair. The sting added to the other dizzying sensations rocketing through him.
Anticipation. Enjoyment of her enjoyment. Need.
He slipped his drenched fingers from between her thighs and gripped her hips. If he didn't taste her there, he'd go mad.
With nipping kisses, he worked his way over her quivering belly to the top of her thighs. "Open for me, Diana."
He'd promised himself he'd linger, tease, give her a wedding night to remember, but his hunger was too sharp. The frantic clutch of her hands on his back, the quick rattle of her breathing, the yielding curve of her body told him she didn't want him to delay.
Kal slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked the hot, wet folds. Her legs fell open, and she made a low, yearning sound.
Carefully, he pushed one finger inside, feeling resistance, the swift clasp of interior muscles.
Another finger.
She moaned and lifted her knees, giving him greater access. He bent to tongue her pebbled nipple and felt her tighten. He sucked hard on the peak and slid his hand free.
Raising his head, he looked into her face as he moved himself over her.
He dragged in a deep breath, paused at the entrance to her body, then slowly, gently pushed into her. Her hips rose, and her fingers curled into his naked back, her nails digging in. She inhaled on a broken sob. He paused, struggling for breath.
She fit as if made for him, made to be his wife.
"Don't stop." Her nails scored deeper, the sting feeding his arousal. Only her fingers could mark his invlunerable skin.
When her hips tilted in unmistakable encouragement he slowly, luxuriously withdrew. With a smoothness born of practice, he plunged back inside.
She opened as sweetly as a flower in morning light. Her hands feverishly stroked his back, then slid down to clasp his buttocks, kneading in a silent invitation to continue.
"Yes," she hissed in surrender.
For a glorious interval, they moved together. His awareness shrank to the searing hold of her body, tension and release, the way her breathing echoed what he did.
Even so, he knew the exact moment she edged toward her peak. "Kal!" she cried as her muscles tightened, milking him...