One Wild Wedding Night_ No Way Out - Leslie Kelly [13]
She was breathing hard when she unfastened his belt and panting when he helped her push the pants and his briefs down.
“Oh, my,” she whispered, a little shocked, and very pleased. “I wasn’t imagining it just because you were my first.”
He smiled proudly, all cocky and confident, kicking the rest of his clothes away to stand naked in front of her. She felt like a kid in a buffet line, not sure whether to go for the macaroni and cheese or head straight for the creamy ice cream.
He didn’t give her the chance to decide. Bending, he picked her up, like she was one of those little ballerina chicks instead of the dancer dubbed the Amazon woman of Radio City. Tossing her onto his big bed, he came right down with her, pressing that hot, muscular body against hers.
“I want everything,” she said matter-of-factly. “Just so you know. Absolutely everything. And then I want it again.”
“As many times as you can take it,” he promised, his eyes glittering. “As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be loving you.”
Loving her in the physical sense. She knew that’s what he meant. But still, the words jabbed. Because he’d once said them to her in the emotional sense.
Forget about it. Take tonight and run with it. Stan hadn’t noticed her hesitation. He’d begun to kiss her, sweetly on the mouth, then slowly moving his way down her throat to her collarbone. He tasted her there, as if it were the most erogenous spot on her body and, suddenly, she suspected it was. Every spot his mouth touched was.
Especially when he went there…and, oh, there. She gasped as his stubbled jaw brushed against the side of her breast. “Please,” she begged, arching toward him, knowing if he didn’t use that mouth on her nipple soon she’d die.
He teased her some more, licking the bottom of each breast, tasting around the areolas. Then, finally, when she was wishing he had hair so she could yank his mouth to where she wanted it, he covered one nipple and suckled her, deep and strong.
She cried out, glad his room was a big suite. If there were neighbors nearby, they’d be hearing some noise tonight. Because Vanessa was loud in bed and she had a feeling this man would be making her scream before too long.
“You sure grew up,” he muttered as he licked one nipple, then the other. “How’d you get to be so big and womanly?”
She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. “They’re real, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He laughed softly, looking up at her. Cupping one breast in his hand, he replied, “Oh, no doubt about that. I know the real thing when I’m tasting it.”
The hunger in his chocolate-brown eyes melted any mild annoyance and she smiled down at him. “You’re going to find some other real parts of me to taste soon, aren’t you?” she asked, shifting restlessly. She wanted more of him. More of his hands, his mouth. That big, powerful body.
“We’re getting there,” he said with a chuckle.
By the time he was done with her breasts, Vanessa was digging her heels into the bed, trying to stay still but needing to thrust and writhe. Needing more.
He understood, moving down her body, soothing every nibble with his hands, kissing every crevice and indentation he could find. Until he came to the juncture of her thighs, and pushed her legs apart to stare appreciatively at her sex.
“So pretty,” he muttered hoarsely before lowering his mouth to her clit, rolling it against his tongue.
Wild flames of pleasure roared through her. “Oh, yes.”
He kept tasting her, teasing her, licking then moving away to bite on her inner thigh, only to return for more madness. Finally, Vanessa could take no more, no more of lying there, being feasted upon. She wanted to do some feasting, too. So giving him no time to elude her, she scooted around on the bed, kissing her way down his side, to his lean hip.
“V?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, tilting her hips toward his mouth again. “And don’t stop me.”
“Not on your life,” he replied, his voice