Bliss (24 page)
She loved this man! Happiness swelled within her.
J.M. unfastened his belt, then his pants. She glided her hand over the cotton of his black briefs. His cock was hard and ready. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She hooked her fingers under the elastic and pushed down his briefs and pants at the same time, crouching in front of him. She smiled at his large swollen erection in front of her. She wrapped her fingers around it, loving the solid feel of his thick shaft in her hand. She touched the tip of her tongue to his cockhead, teasing it. Flicking her tongue over the end, then spiraling around until she circled the ridge beneath the corona.
He groaned. She wrapped her lips around him and swallowed the mushroom tip into her mouth, then squeezed. She sucked as she glided her hand up and down, then tucked her other hand under his cock and stroked his balls.
J.M. grasped her shoulders and eased her upward, his eyes blazing with emotion, then stormed her mouth with his until she gasped for breath. He reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then drew it from her body. He dipped down and sucked her nipple until it throbbed with need.
Her hand found his cock again and she stroked while he sucked. Soon he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. When he set her down, they both shed the rest of their clothes, then she sat on the bed and he knelt in front of her. Her insides contracted with need as he slid his hands under her knees and tucked them over his shoulders, then kissed along her thighs, heading toward her wet opening.
The moment his mouth touched her there, she gasped. His tongue pressed into her as he brushed his thumb over her clit. Her fingers tangled in his hair and her breathing accelerated.
“Oh, God.” Intense sensations shot through her. He licked, then his tongue dove into her again and again as his thumb flicked over her sensitive bud.
She moaned as waves of ecstatic pleasure washed through her, blossoming into an incredible orgasm.
She pulled him toward her, then cradled his face between her hands and kissed him. His cock nudged her slick opening, then she gasped as he glided into her while she still sat on the edge of the bed.
“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing his cock to sink deeper. She squeezed him inside, anticipating his first deep thrust. But instead, he tucked his hands under her butt and lifted her, then sank to the floor, where he sat cross-legged. With their arms around each other, she sitting in the cradle of his thighs, she felt extremely close to him. Open. Vulnerable. Yet safe.
He kissed her again.
Her breasts pressed tight against his chest and their hearts thumping in unison made her feel incredibly close to him, not to mention her vagina wide open and filled by his marble-hard cock.
She squeezed him inside her.
“You know, this is the perfect position to have an energy orgasm together with a physical orgasm.”
Her eyes widened. “Really? You can do that?”
He smiled, the warmth in his loving gaze melting her heart. “With your legs wrapped around me, you are open wide, so my thrusts go deeper. It also aligns our chakras, so we are even more intimately linked.”
She squeezed him again, tightening around his hard shaft. She had so much to learn from this man.
She began to rock. His cock glided out and in slightly with each tilt of her pelvis. She drew in deep breaths, matching his rhythm.
“As you breathe, think of the air as energy moving through both our bodies, not just yours.”
She felt the energy moving through her, circling through J.M., then through her again, until it became a continuous circle. She felt incredibly close to him, as if they were one body.
“Now think of energy moving up your body from your base into your sacral.”
As he talked her through moving the energy up her body, his hand followed, his loving touch igniting a fire in each of her chakras until she gasped for air. Heat rippled through her, setting her cells ablaze. Her nipples swelled, pressing into his hard chest. Her intimate muscles gripped his thick cock tightly as fire scorched through her sex . . . up through her body . . . and sparked out the crown of her head.
Intensely aware of J.M.’s body pressed tight to hers, her legs embracing him, she felt totally at one with him. She gasped at the intensity of the flood of pleasure racing through her, then expanding outward, filling every part of her . . . of them . . . with pure bliss. Time seemed to freeze as every cell in her body exploded with intense joy. A joy she shared with the man she loved.
Her entire body trembled. And her soul resonated with an infinite sense of being at one with all things. Ecstasy filled her. Filled J.M. And the universe around them.
Just as she felt the bliss was subsiding, another wave pummeled through her and she gasped again. A flood of liquid heat erupted from J.M. into her, expanding her pleasure yet again. She arched against him, flying beyond consciousness, flying through a black void of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
She awoke to J.M. kissing her, unsure where she was exactly.
Sitting?
She realized J.M.’s cock still impaled her as she sat in his lap.
“What happened?” she asked.
He grinned broadly. “You’re a natural at this. You just reached an enlightened state that allowed you to transcend the physical realm.”
She blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
His eyes twinkled. “You blacked out.”
She rested her head against his solid shoulder. “Well, it felt pretty good.”
He rocked his pelvis forward. “Just pretty good?”
Heat thrummed through her again at the feel of his rock-hard cock gliding along her vagina.
“Pretty
damn
good.”
He chuckled, then pressed her back until she lay on the carpet. He drove his cock deep and she moaned, clinging to his shoulders. He thrust again and again. Deeper. Harder.
She gasped and moaned as she sailed off to the realm of ecstatic pleasure yet again. J.M. groaned and filled her yet again.
She clutched J.M. tight to her body as she lay breathless. “This Tantra stuff is not bad at all.”
She gazed up at him, then cupped his cheeks in her hands. “And the Tantra master is pretty damn special, too,” she said, and kissed him with passion and unadulterated love.
When she finally released his lips, the loving warmth in his eyes filled her with pure bliss. He tightened his arm around her waist and she snuggled against him, knowing in her heart that what she shared with J.M. was a love that would last forever.
Read on for a preview of Opal Carew’s
upcoming erotic romance
Pleasure Bound
Available from St. Martin’s Griffin in Fall 2010
Copyright © 2010 by Elizabeth Batten-Carew.
Ty was once a master of domination, but a bad experience led him to change his lifestyle. When he falls in love with Marie, he plans to handle her with kid gloves. Unfortunately, Marie thinks Ty is too nice of a guy to be the overpowering Dominant she dreams of. When Ty’s old friend Zeke enters the scene, he’s more than happy to give Marie exactly what she wants. But when Zeke starts to experience feelings for Ty that he’s never allowed to surface before, it could push all three of them to the edge . . .
Images of the sexy bad boy from the next cottage haunted Marie as she stepped from the cottage onto the wooden deck and glanced across the tranquil lake. She took a deep breath of fresh country air as she walked down the deck stairs and headed toward the water. She wanted to sit on the beach and enjoy the sunrise in quiet solitude before other cottagers were up and about. Maybe take a refreshing dip in the calm water.
Of course, if she happened to run into the gorgeous guy from next door, that would be quite fine.
She liked his name. Zeke. It was different from the names of the men she dated. Of course, Zeke was a
completely
different type of man. The men she’d dated were very nice. Dependable. Confident. Pleasant. Although she’d only spoken with Zeke briefly, and it had been friendly and pleasant, she could sense in him an aura of . . . danger. No, that wasn’t quite right. She felt safe around him. Protected almost. It was more as if he would like to . . . dominate her. That he would take control and totally master her. Which sent tingles through her.
It’s not anything he’d said. In fact, it was probably more a matter of how she reacted to his extremely masculine presence. And a result of their first encounter. Marie’s friend Sylvia had invited her to the cottage for the Labor Day weekend. They’d arrived last night and had been enjoying a quiet evening under the stars roasting marshmallows and talking. As much as they could with a wild party going on at the next cottage with a tough-looking crowd. Marie had never seen so many tattoos and body-piercings in one group of people. As the evening progressed, the music had gotten louder and the partygoers more drunk. When tempers flared and a fight broke out, Zeke had shown up out of nowhere.
At first, Marie and Sylvia had thought Zeke was one of them, in his tight jeans and black T-shirt, with a tattoo along his arm and the two spike piercings in his eyebrow, but he’d turned out to be more like a knight in shining armor. He’d settled them down, promising to bust their butts if they acted up again. He had an air of authority that they couldn’t ignore.
Nor could she. A knight in shining armor was nice, and she was glad he’d been on hand, but the bad boy aura was a total turn on! He’d stopped by their cottage afterward to see if they were okay, explaining he was in the cottage two doors down. He’d come to the lake to enjoy some solitude. They’d invited him in for a drink and chatted for a half hour, then he’d headed out.
She sighed as she walked past a clump of bushes toward the secluded patch of beach Sylvia had shown her yesterday. Birds chirped in the trees, the water swished against the shore, and the haunting cry of a loon sounded in the distance.
Her beach towel draped over her shoulder, she slipped between the bushes to the quiet inlet . . . then stopped cold. A man was wading into the water. He had a large tattoo of a fierce-looking dragon arched along his back, another tattoo coiling along his arm and over his shoulder, and a black tribal band around the other bicep.
And . . . he was completely butt naked!
And a fine butt it was. She couldn’t help watching the muscles ripple as he stepped forward. As if sensing her presence, he stopped then turned around. She felt her cheeks burning at having been caught ogling him, but he simply smiled, revealing beautiful white teeth. That square jaw and those rich olive green eyes . . . it was Zeke. How could she not have recognized the golden serpentine body of a dragon tattooed along his upper arm and disappearing over his shoulder? Of course, she had been busy admiring those hard, tight buttocks.
The whole time they’d chatted at the cottage last night, Marie had wondered what the rest of that tattoo, which had disappeared under the sleeve of his T-shirt, looked like. In fact, she’d wondered what it would be like to see him naked, as well as what it would feel like to have his lips pressed hard to hers. Now, she knew. At least, the naked part.
As he watched her, his cock hardened and rose. Man, his butt was fine, but his cock was absolutely sensational! Enormous. She’d love to . . .
“Join me.” His words, almost matter-of-fact, held a spine-tingling tone of authority.
Mesmerized, she dropped her towel and walked toward him. Tremors rippled across her flesh as she got closer. He held out his hand and she took it, then he tugged her toward him and drew her into his arms. She sucked in a breath as her bikini-clad body came in contact with his hard masculine body. Naked flesh to naked flesh. He smiled a devilish grin, then captured her lips.
His mouth, firm and confident, moved on hers with quiet authority. When his tongue brushed her lips she opened and he invaded her firmly and thoroughly.
Breathless, she stepped back and stared at him in awe. He scooped her up and carried her into the water, his lips merging with hers again.
It was sweet heaven. He was so . . . masculine. So . . . powerful. Yet she felt totally safe with him.
The water caressed first her bottom, then more of her . . . cool . . . but she barely noticed. As he continued deeper, the water surrounding them, he released her legs and she curled around until she faced him, then she wrapped her legs around him. His hard cock nestled between them, pressing against her. Oh God, she wanted this man. She didn’t care that they’d just met. That she never had sex with a man until at least five dates. She wanted him. Here and now. What was wrong with being a little wild and crazy every now and again? Why couldn’t she do something totally out of character?
She reached down to her bikini bottom and untied the strings holding it together at the sides, then tugged the scrap of fabric away. He grinned at the obvious invitation . . .
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