2.

Arms of steel banded around her, surrounding her in a torrent of sensation and scent of the man behind her. The spicy musk of the man combined with the heavenly feel of his body pressing into her back had tremors radiating from her belly throughout her body. God nothing could feel as exquisite as this one thing. His arms were gentle, yet strong as they held her and the feel of his full lips sliding against her cheek was setting infernos that had her skin flushing. And if that wasn’t enough, she felt the obvious rise of desire unabashedly brushing a hello against her hips.

The first hint of her skin had him harder than a cooled piece of lava while the taste of her skin had that same lava melting and running through his veins. Fuck he wanted her, and in ways he’d never thought he’d want a woman again. But as much as he wanted her, he wanted to make sure she was ready for this. “Are ya sure Darlin?”

Her voice caught as her breathing hitched slightly at the feel of his insanely long fingers brushed up and over her breasts. She felt them pucker through the thin cotton of her tee-shirt as the strangely satiny yet rough pads of his thumbs teased over the cotton. Each slight swirl of the thumb had her melting even further into his arms. Was she sure? Good God what a question.

She took a deep breath and turned, dazed blue eyes settling on the heated chocolate brown of his eyes. She pushed up on tiptoe, her lips brushing against his as her hands slipped under his shirt and up along his spine. “Don’t think I’ve ever been surer of anything in my life.”

A brush of his lips whispered over her skin as he groaned, “Thought you’d never say that.” Scooping her up into his arms he quickly traveled the few feet to the King sized bed that had been calling his name for days. He settled her onto her feet as his hands slid over her body in a slow sensual worship of each curve. Guitars might be sexy like a woman, curvy and perfect, but they held no sway over the sensual silk he felt beneath his finger tips in this one moment.

He knelt before her, his hands playing over the hem of her sleep shirt, his voice raspy as his scruffy chin rasped over her upper legs. "Put your hands on my shoulders Darlin." He leaned forward then, his entire being answering the clarion call of the heavenly scent wafting from her inner thighs. He'd waited weeks, tantalized and tormented by the sweet smell of her skin, and now it was time to simply taste and savor what stood before him.

A sigh groaned over lush lips as petite fingers grasped onto broad shoulders. God, what was he doing down there, nuzzling at the juncture of her thighs? No man had ever…….. thoughts derailed as the flash of whisker and tongue tantalized and strong hands urged her legs apart. “Ri..Ri…Richie??”

He glanced up and saw the stunned confusion in her eyes and smiled. Obviously whichever boys she’d dated over time didn’t take the time to savor the beauty of a woman in its forms. Well he was just the man to show her that. Making love was about more than sex. “Shhh Darlin, its ok. Just relax and let me take care of things.”

Tremors jitterbugged through her system when his fingers slid up over her belly, his lips following after. A flash of tongue circling her belly button drew a giggle from her before she caught her breath as hands slid her sleep tee higher, the calluses caused by years of guitar strings brushing over the tips of her nipples in the lightest of touches. She couldn’t stop the whimper that left her, hell she didn’t want it to stop as the first touch of his lips replaced hands. God help her she was going to melt into a puddle and all he was doing was kissing each inch of her skin!

He pushed up off his knees as he nuzzled the whisper soft underside of her breast. Fuck she smelled like heaven, the first taste of her already had his cock rock hard, and that was just the beginning. Her he wanted to worship and savor. For her this had to be special. As he stood, he finished pulling the sleep tee over her head, his hands sliding through her hair to cup the back of her head as his lips descended to meet hers.

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips touched hers and his tongue flitted against the crease of her lips. She opened to the touch and felt the slide of his dark flavor enhanced with what had to be hers on her tongue. Slender arms wrapped around his neck as she lost herself in the heat of the kiss. She could feel the longing inside each brush of his lips, each gentle pass of his hands over her skin and it served to only drive her need higher. She whimpered as he bent and scooped her up, her hands tightening around his neck as he twisted and laid her gently on the bed.

He stood there a moment just taking her in, from the ocean blue of her eyes along each slender inch of her, to the nexus of her thighs and the long length of her legs. She was a study in perfection, a study he planned on delving in to with more detail. One finger reached out to brush over the tissue softness of her eyelid, along her nose then before barely gliding over the valley between her breasts then lower, but when she murmured softly, her gentle hands reaching out to tug at the hem of his shirt he gave in and knelt on the bed.

He bit back a groan as she slowly sat up, her hands pushing at the cloth of his shirt distractedly, a plea shining in the depth of her fire bright eyes. And when she murmured “Off,” he leaned in to revel in the feel of her silky hands as they pushed and tugged the shirt over his broad shoulders. Just that barest of touches had his every system set to go, but he knew that she deserved slow and easy, hell she deserved all he could give her.

He slid to the foot of the bed and lifted one slender leg, his lips paying homage to the daintiness of her ankle up along the sweep of her calf, his tongue flickering out to taste the back of her knee before moving higher. Just as he reached the crease of her thigh he kissed his way back along the smooth expanse of skin only to start the northward trek on the second.

The rasp of his stubble, the heat of his tongue, the slight tickle of his teeth jolted through her like a run away train. No one had ever done something like this before. She felt cherished, worshipped. It wasn’t just lips, teeth and tongue, no, she heard the murmurs of appreciation in his deep voice, felt the sensitive need that the barest brush of lips inspired. So this is how a real man worships a woman, this is what making love is? Her head shifted on the pillow as she watched him lovingly trace each inch of her legs, as if he had all the time in the world. It confused her, men usually got their business done and that was it, but not this man, he was savoring her.

He glanced her way and saw the confusion and shook his head. Looming over her he dipped in, lips brushing gently over hers. The hardened nub of her nipples pressed into his chest like twin points of desire and nearly undid his restraint. Forcing down the raging need, he brushed lips against her cheek wanting to reassure her; he needed to know she wasn’t afraid. As he nibbled the lobe of her ear he whispered, “You Ok Darlin?”

The quick nod of her head, the feel of her hands as they twisted into his hair along with the feel of her lips pressing into the crook of his neck told him all he needed to know. Brushing his lips over her cheek along her forehead before nuzzling her hair he smiled. “A woman like you should be savored slowly, brought to flash point and then loved a little more, and that’s what I plan to do sweet Lindsay.”

His gentle words coursed through her like the warmth of the summer sun as his lips started their southward movement. Each inch of her skin was kiss, licked or nibbled, and when he stopped at the fullness of her breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth she couldn’t stop the full throated groan. God that felt good, the gentle nibble, the way the suction pulled at the skin as he pulled away. He could do that all night and she wouldn’t say a word. She knew it was just the start and that from here on in she was at his tender loving mercy.

He brushed his lips lower, his hands sliding along her sides as he reached that one spot he’d ignored until now. Slipping his hands under her hips he lifted slightly and watched her open like a fragile rose. His lips slid lower, the tip of his tongue gliding like fire over the moisture as he took in the first true taste of her desire. Hands slid lower, as he lifted each leg and let it dangle over his shoulder before moving them back to gently part the folds of her core. Crowding in, he widened his tongue and began to lap slowly at the juices that were already flowing, his fingers sliding up to brush over her clit lightly.

At the buck of her hips he smiled, his tongue plunging in to mimic the moves he’d do with his cock all too soon. As her hips began to flex, and the music of her sighs morphed into moans, he slid one finger in, pumping slowly only to be rewarded with more of the sweet taste that was solely her.

Dear Jesus, she was going to die right here on this bed. She wasn’t inexperienced, but god help her she’d never felt like this before. Her hands twisted into the sheets as she heard herself whimpering, and when he added the second finger she nearly came off the bed as the pleasure ramped up to notches beyond her ken. She felt herself moving to meet each thrust of the finger, each flick of the tongue uncaring of anything but the pure fire that his touch brought, and when the third finger joined the first two and began to wiggle she began to scream.

God she was hotter than a firecracker and each whimper and moan had him growing harder by the second, but when she began to scream a smile unlike any had seen on him recently grew. She’s a little screamer huh? My little screamer, I think I like that. He delved in, his tongue and fingers working furiously to drive her over the edge. He wanted to feel her cum just like this, by finger and tongue alone and that would be just the start.

He felt her body tighten around him and shifted his gaze up to view the heavenly sight of flushed skin and rock tight nipples. His tongue found and pressed onto her clit and in that moment he felt her fall, her body jerking as she clenched vice-like around his fingers. Slowing his movements, his lips road out her orgasm, taking in every drop she had to offer and as she calmed his lips slid up and over hers, giving her just a taste of what he’d experienced. He brushed her hair away from her cheek and grinned. “That’s one Darlin.”