devil 03 - tween hearts fire and devils delight (38 page)
I gasped as my phantom lover tilted his hips to show me just how much he liked me and my body started to respond. I recognized the scent and feel of my lover from another time, another place, another mystery moment in my life.
I closed my eyes as phantom fingers slid down my neck and started making soft circles around my nipples. The feel of a hot, soft mouth closing over the newly energized peak brought my hips arching off the divan.
Heat pooled in my pleasure center and my belly tightened as the decadent touch slid to the other nipple and repeated its mind-melting attentions there. All the while silky, warm lips caressed my face and talented fingers danced across the juncture between my legs with a teasing touch.
It was like making love with three men at once.
My eyes flew open and I tried to push my assailant away again, to no affect.
The sensual assault continued without even the slightest breach in the action.
The silky heat of the spectral lips moved from my nipples and down my belly, accompanied by the feel of strong fingers sliding along my quivering sides. The mouth stopped at my belly and moist heat plunged into my bellybutton, driving deep and then pulling out, only to drive deep again. The simulated motion made me throw my knees wide in open, frantic invitation.
My body surrendered under the combined assault on all of my pleasure zones at once, even while my mind screamed at me that I was a hopeless slut monkey.
I didn’t care anymore.
I’d been there before.
I’d be there again.
It was a nice place to be.
As the phantom mouth and fingers brought the lower half of my body into a quivering mass of desire, soft kisses continued to rain down on my face, neck and breasts. Moist heat nipped and sucked. And gentle fingers created trails of tingling sensation wherever they touched.
The sensual onslaught was overwhelming.
And wonderful.
I closed my eyes and willed a different spectral part to come into play. I moaned and writhed under the ghostly ministrations and opened my legs wider, wrapping them around my invisible assailant in hopeful anticipation.
A soft, knowing chuckle tickled my sensation ravaged skin, causing me to shiver in expectation.
And then I felt it.
Something long and hard and wonderful pressed insistently at my throbbing entrance. I tightened my thighs and pulled him in, throwing back my head and screaming as the delicate scrape of hard skin over sensitized flesh plunged me over that first peak into mindless pleasure.
I panted as the orgasm drew on and on and, impossibly, on until I thought I’d lose my mind in the physical sensation of release. The phantom flesh within me grew and stretched and brushed against my nerve-drenched flesh wondrously, skillfully. Moving slowly and gently here and then plunging into energetic movement there, driving deeply here and then hovering at the outside edge of my welcoming flesh there. Pushing me inexorably toward another incredible release.
Sensation built upon sensation.
Feeling layered over feeling.
Until my phantom lover stepped into the music and built the tempo into something that couldn’t be resisted. Until he plunged deep and hit hard at the tiny center of my throbbing pleasure. I reached the beautiful end note and tipped over into a crescendo of release. Screaming wildly, without conscious thought, I shrieked his name, over and over, in the throes of the most incredible pleasure. I writhed my release under the heated, spectral flesh of my invisible lover.
My ghostly lover stopped moving, still dangling on the razor edge of his own release. I could feel his spectral flesh quivering in anticipation and I opened my eyes. I found myself looking into a pair of beautiful, almond-shaped blue eyes. The impossibly handsome face that hovered over mine was framed by a silky sweep of blue-black hair, which tickled my face and shoulders and smelled of sunshine and musk and sensual things.
“Dialle.” My smile met his and a stab of something almost physical made my heart pause and my stomach flip.
“My princess.”
My grin widened. “Don’t call me that.”
His widened too. “But I must.”
I shook my head. “Don’t call me anything right now. In fact,” I nipped playfully at the beautifully sculpted chin, dipping my tongue into the sexy dimple there, “don’t talk at all. You have important work to do.”
“That is true, I do.”
And then his dark head bent happily to its task. And his golden body started moving wonderfully within mine.
And everything I’d suffered up to that point—all the pain, all the frustration and every thought that I wasn’t good enough to do what needed to be done—was gone as my body reached for his and drew him in. We immersed ourselves in the age old dance of love, leaving everything, and everyone else, behind as we started the important work of building a future together.
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