Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [27]
Her hands clutched his shoulders and suddenly she felt her body come apart as she was tossed into a sea of pleasure where wave after wave of ecstasy took her under.
“Tristan!”
She screamed his name as she felt her body break into tiny pieces. But he didn’t let up. He didn’t let go. At least not until the last shudder passed through her. After lapping her one last time, as if for good measure, he raised his head and licked his lips before easing his body in place over hers. Then, looking deep into her eyes, holding her gaze, he slowly entered her body.
Before she could pull in a breath, he began moving, stroking her insides with long, hard thrusts, and she suddenly felt the buildup of passion and desire all over again. The tempo of his thrusts increased. It might have been her imagination, but she felt the bed shake, everything begin to spin. The appeasement of desperation had never been so good, so full of fire and physical responsiveness.
He was taking more than she thought she had to give and was giving more than she thought it was possible to receive. And then she heard his throaty growl and felt his body jerk the same moment she felt another explosion rip into her. She screamed, marking his shoulders with her fingernails, but his thrusts kept coming, going deeper and deeper.
When the room finally stopped spinning and the bed stopped shaking, she gave in to sensations that were too numerous to name, but she felt each and every one of them. And she was helpless to do anything but tumble into sweet, sensual oblivion.
Chapter 6
There were very few reasons for Danielle to sleep late on any given morning. Being tired from making love all night had never been one of them.
She could barely open her eyes to glance at the clock on the nightstand, and at the moment she couldn’t recall whose bed it was. They had started out in Tristan’s bed, but sometime during the wee hours of the morning after they had gotten up to take a bath together in the large Jacuzzi tub, they had ended up in her bed.
“Ready for a few more rounds?”
She shifted her eyes to Tristan. He was lying on his back, totally naked and definitely aroused. He had to be kidding. But the heated look in his eyes told her that he was dead serious. She wondered what kind of vitamins he was taking and somehow found the strength to laugh. “Are you trying to scare me, Tristan?”
He smiled. “Scare you about what?”
“The size. It seems to have gotten bigger.”
Now it was Tristan who laughed, not believing the conversation they were having. “You’re imagining things, Dani, but there’s one way to find out.” And before she could blink he had straddled her body, sliding between her legs as if he rightly belonged there.
Tristan heard Danielle’s sharp intake of breath when he gripped her hips and nudged her legs apart, then lowered the tip of his aroused shaft very close to the entrance to her feminine core.
“Let’s see if it can still get in,” he said in a husky voice as he slowly began easing inside of her. Their gazes held as her body automatically stretched to accommodate him.
Danielle held tight to Tristan’s shoulders, and what she felt was not discomfort but an immediate stirring of desire and passion. The deeper he entered her, the more she felt the fullness of him. It seemed her senses became aligned with a momentous need that only he could appease. When he sank into her to the hilt, he paused, making her fully aware of just how deep he had gone, how tight the connection. She studied his features—the clenched jaw, the nostrils that were flaring with each breath he took and the dark eyes that bore into her.
“Do you want me to start moving now?” he asked moments later in a voice so low she had to strain her ears to hear it. Gripping his shoulders tighter, she whispered