“Joe. Don’t tease me. It’s been too long.”
Years too long. An aching, sorrow-filled lifetime since she had known his touch.
“I know how long it’s been.” His voice was raspy, deep. “Every day, every hour, I counted with my need for you, Maggie. I’m a very hungry man now. Let me relish what little time my control will allow me here.”
He turned his head, rubbing his rough cheek against the sensitive flesh of her swollen breast. Maggie bit her lip as she panted for air and shuddered beneath the caress.
“I love your breasts.” His hands framed the hardened mounds, his thumbs raking over her nipples as the hard bursts of pleasure had her whimpering in rising anticipation. “Such pretty, flushed nipples.” He lowered his head, his lips covering the hard tips, his tongue flickering over them with rapid, hot strokes. “So sensitive and easy to please. I love pleasing your nipples, Maggie.”
Maggie’s hands tightened on the headboard, as her gaze dimmed and pleasure rocked through her. It was so good, the slow worshipping of her breasts. She remembered that well, how he loved making her nipples hard, then driving her crazy as he made them more sensitive by the second.
Which was pretty much what he was doing now. Laving each with his tongue, raking them with his teeth, only to come back to suck at them firmly, one by one, until she swore she was going to climax from the intense pleasure of that alone.
“Beautiful.” He breathed the word from one nipple to the other before giving each a parting kiss and moving lower.
As he touched her, Maggie could feel her heart melting, her soul reaching out to him. There was a difference in his touch, it was gentler, almost reverent. As though the time spent apart had hurt him as much as it had hurt her. Was she being fanciful? Probably. But God, she loved him. She always had. And for just this one night she would let her heart have its way and convince her that he loved her as well. Just a little bit. Just enough to sustain the dreams she had kept hidden, even from herself.
“Joe …” The pleasure grew, wrapping around her until she knew she wasn’t going to be able to bear much more. The agonizing arousal tearing through her clenched her womb, throbbed in her vagina. She was desperate for release, for his possession.
“I have to taste you again, Maggie,” he whispered, his voice whisky-rough as his hands moved to push the pajama bottoms further down her thighs and over her knees.
With an impatient kick, Maggie discarded the bottoms. Arching her back, she lifted closer to the tormenting lips moving along her torso, then her abdomen. With hot licks and slow kisses, Joe had her stretched on a rack of lust nearly too intense to bear. The pleasure was burning through her nervous system, creating a vortex of need, hunger, and intense blinding arousal so deep it became the very center of her existence.
She needed more.
As he lifted himself between her thighs, his hands parting her legs and lifting them until her knees bent, Maggie could only watch in rising anticipation. Breathing was nearly impossible as she waited for that first touch, that first blinding, intimate kiss.
“I dreamed of this, Maggie.” He moved his hand until the backs of his fingers were feathering over the short curls that shielded her sex. “Touching you, tasting you again. Did you dream of me, baby?”
His thumb rasped over her clit and she jerked in pleasured response.
“You know I did.” The dreams had kept her going, had kept her hoping through two years of a marriage that had turned into hell.
She wasn’t in the mood for games now, though. She needed to orgasm, needed that sharp brutal edge of lust to dissipate as it only did after Joe brought her to climax.
“Hmm, were your dreams this good?”
His head bent, his tongue swiping quickly through the drenched slit of her sex, as her hips arched violently and a cry tore from her lips. Electrical impulses of lava-hot sensation tore through her body, leaving her hovering on the edge of climax as Joe retreated.
“Don’t stop.” Her head thrashed on the pillow. “Joe, don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to rush it.” His voice was strained, his breath hot against the damp flesh between her thighs as he blew against the sodden curls.
His tongue licked over her, teasing the swollen bud of her clit before going lower. With wicked, knowing licks, he outlined the sensitive entrance to her vagina, his tongue flickering over it as she lifted to him, only to retreat teasingly.
She would never survive his teasing. She knew how he teased, knew how long he could hold off as he made her hotter by the second. She was more desperate now than she had ever been for his touch. The teasing wasn’t going to happen, because she would never survive it.
“Rush it. You can go slow later.”
She released the slats of the headboard, and before he could catch her hands, her fingers were tangling in his hair and pulling him to her desperate flesh.
She heard a growl a second before his lips covered the aching, burning nub between the sensitive folds of her pussy. Sucking it into his mouth, his tongue licked with a driving rhythm, as a thick male finger worked deep inside the pulsing depths of her vagina.
Oh yeah, that was what she needed.
Pleasure exploded inside her, brilliant shards of white-hot lightning sizzled over her nerve endings, burned through her flesh. Her clitoris swelled beneath the assault, her body tightened, and seconds later the orgasm that tore through her flung her into ecstasy.
She was unaware of the tight grip she had on his hair, or his grip as he forced her fingers free. All she knew was the rapture flying through her, and the feel of him kneeling between her thighs seconds later.
Opening her eyes, she arched her hips to him as he rolled a condom quickly over the straining cock rising between his thighs.
He was powerful, all sleek flesh and rippling muscles. His chest was heaving with the effort to breathe as he secured the protection, then moved into position between her thighs.
“How do you want it?” His voice was strained. “Fast and hard, or hard and fast?”
The limited choice would have amused her, if she weren’t so damned desperate for the coming penetration.
“How about hard and fast?” she moaned. “God, I don’t care, just do it, Joe. Now …”
She screamed at the penetration. It was hard. Fast. In three strokes he had buried himself to the depths of her needy pussy. Coming over her, his arms tucked beneath her shoulders, his elbows holding the majority of his weight from her as he began to move.