Pride & Pleasure (The KNIGHT Brothers Book 1) (14 page)

She smiled.

Five seconds ticked by like a century, and then a smile crossed his beautiful lips that sent torrid throbbing into the apex of her thighs. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, each one, the tip of his tongue sliding over her skin. “What are your thoughts about making love?” he asked.

She moistened her lips and he growled. “I-I don’t have any.”

“Of course you do.” His husky voice made her heart skip a beat.

“I want to enjoy every second, scream the roof off. Have that awe-inspiring moment like when you’re on a fast roller coaster and you’re climbing the hill, a building of emotion until you speed into descent, flying around a curve with your hair whipping around your face.”

“I’ve never been on a roller coaster that ever came close to sex.” He wagged his brows.

She nodded. “I know I want to feel so alive that I feel like I’m on fire.”

He brought his gaze to hers. “And do you think I can give you what you need?”

She dropped her gaze to the zipper of his pants where they were stretched. “I think you, above anyone, can give me what I need. Are you afraid?”

He laughed and the rich sound spiked her adrenaline. “Afraid isn’t the word. I want to take you, brand you mine, carve out a place for only me in that beautiful mind of yours.” He ran his finger along the curve of her breast. “You have lovely breasts. Prefect in every way. I could lick them all day and still not get enough.” He dropped his hand to her thigh and swirled a finger at a spot where silk met flesh. “I want to bury my face into your sweet pussy and show you all that you’ve been missing—give you heaven here on earth. Today, I will…I’m going to give it all to you.”

Oh my…this felt much like Christmas. Excitement gurgled within her and she giggled, only because she was nervous. He took both of her hands, his eyes were bright and fervent. He drew her into his arms and gently laid her back onto the bed, spreading her hair over the pillow. He lifted his long-fingered hand to her cheek, running the backs of his fingers down her jaw while holding her gaze, seeing the question in his steely eyes.  “I do want this, Victor. No regrets. Not ever,” she whispered.

“No regrets. I’ll leave no room for them, only satisfaction and pleasure.”

“Yes.” She looked at his mouth then back to his eyes that warmed her from inside out.

“I promise I’ll show you how lovely and beautiful you are,” he whispered.

Her thighs tightened. He laid his palms on either side of her face, still holding her gaze in his hypnotic stare and all she could do was tilt her head back as he slowly, so slowly that she thought she’d melt right there underneath him, lowered his lips to hers.

The kiss was light, feather-light strokes as if he wanted to tease her, to heighten her senses. If that was his plan, it worked. Bringing her hands to his biceps, she smoothed her fingers along his thick muscles that coiled beneath her touch.

Lifting her mouth, she silently urged him to deepen the kiss by slipping her tongue between his lips, gently nipping his bottom lip, just as he’d done her nipples. He smelled and tasted so good. And his warm lips moved expertly on hers, drawing out more sensations within her.

“You’re an amazing kisser,” she said in a heavy, husky voice.

His smile was triumphant. His eyes were bright. “Last night, you amazed me. I am in complete wonderment of you. I don’t think there was a person in the room who could take their eyes off you—particularly me.”

His words were like warm honey to her blood. He tapped her bottom lip. “I like this nice, plump lip. Especially when you’re licking it.”

She was trembling, imagining what was to come between them. Her breaths came in pants and she concentrated on controlling them. Nothing good could come out of her passing out. He slid from the bed and she continued to watch him as he unbuttoned and unzipped his wrinkled slacks then dropped them to the floor. Her heart beat hard against her ribcage and every part of her came alive. He was an amazingly beautiful man from his chiseled jaw, pensive eyes, and a body that didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere. He stood there in his pale blue boxers, the material stretched. She saw a sliver of tan skin through the opening and her palms turned clammy. She whipped her tongue out and moistened her lips, remembering that he said he liked her bottom one in particular.

He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his boxers and dragged them down his lean hips, and soon they were gone too. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world as he stood beside the bed with her staring. He was naked and confident, sexy and magnificent. His erection was long, thick, and a drop of fluid covered the slit. Her mouth salivated, wondering what he tasted like. Her blood pumped so fast as desire, profuse and fiery, puddled in her stomach. She moved to the edge of the bed, eager and curious. She’d never seen a naked man before. Never touched one. Again, the reality made her feel like the oldest living virgin. “May I touch you?”

He sucked in a deep breath, reached out and touched her cheek tenderly. “I’m hoping you will.”

Placing her feet flat on the floor, with him positioned between the V of her thighs, she stared at his erection. He was rock solid and she slowly wrapped her fingers around his wide girth. His shaft was so large that her fingertips didn’t meet. She moved her hand, up and down, circling her fingers around him, then gliding over him again. He jerked and inhaled sharply. She jerked back, looking up at him through the veil of her lashes. His jaw was hard. “Did I hurt you or do something wrong?”

“Oh, sweetheart, you did something right—very, very right,” his words came out on an exhale of breath.

She smiled and brought her hand back, encircling him with her thumb and middle finger. She wanted to taste him, bring him into her mouth, but she’d never given a man oral pleasure before. It was a bit intimidating. His skin felt so smooth, reminding her of her favorite silk shirt. She wondered how something so hard could be so soft.

“If you only knew how much I want you—all of you,” he said in a husky voice that amplified the sensation in her core.

Her muscles warmed and became needy. The need that burrowed between her legs was so intense, so sweet and painful at the same time. She was entranced by his manliness, how beautiful he was, and knowing that soon, he would be inside of her, pleasing her in a way she’d never known.

He bent, pressing his lips to hers, drawing her bottom lip and suckling it like a blow pop. Then his mouth became more demanding, molding their lips together, exploring her like a ripe grape plucked from his vineyard. Then his kisses turned light, caressing and playful. She moaned and gripped him tighter, slipping her thumb across the pearl of pre-cum at his slit. It was sticky and clung to her finger, and she used it to help glide her hand along the shaft.

“As much as I love you touching me, sweetheart, I want to explore that body—know every sweet inch.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a gentle push, she fell back onto the bed. He sucked in a deep breath and his eyes turned a shade darker. “My God, you’re so beautiful. Your breasts, hard nipples, and lovely body. I wonder what I’ve done to deserve such a gift?”

She warmed under his gaze. This was a once in a lifetime act that she’d treasure forever. He would be a giving lover, gentle and passionate, she was certain. He bent over her, erasing all thought from her mind, only feeling, as he touched a strand of her hair, bringing it to his nose and inhaling.

“Not coconut. Not Jasmine. But a scent all your own. If only I could bottle it, I’d be a millionaire.”

“You’re already a millionaire,” she whispered.

“In some ways, yes I am.” He dropped the tendril and slipped the back of his knuckles along her cheek, down the line of her neck, and stopped at the spot between her breasts.

She inadvertently wrapped her arms over them.

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t hide your beauty from me. Let me look at all of you.”

She knew then she would have done anything he wished from her. Removing her arms, she laid them at her sides. One corner of his mouth lifted. Even he knew the control he had over her. “I love the color of your nipples.”

“Thank you.”

He bent over her, swirling a finger around her areola and plucking the bud as if he pulled a flower from a garden. He lowered his mouth to hers, easing his tongue between the seam of her lips, coaxing her tongue awake and into a duel of a primitive dance of lovers. He eased lower, closer, her nipples brushing his warm, smooth chest, and tingles erupted through her. One hand threaded through her hair, and the other slid underneath her, wrapping around her waist and he pulled her upward, closer, pressing her against the iron-hard length of his magnificent body. His tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, her inner thighs trembled. He walked his fingers slowly over her waist, down her hip, and clutched one buttock in his grip, squeezing.

“Nice, tight ass,” he whispered.” He jutted his hips, pressing his full erection against her thigh.

“Are you going to spank me?”

He chuckled. “No, sweetheart. I’m not.”

She could barely contain the need pushing through her, scorching her nerve endings. What are these feelings? She’d self-pleasured herself many times, but never had she been this excited, so full of bittersweet emotion. She wanted him inside of her, so badly that the fire consumed her. Gripping his thick biceps, she clutched him, clawed at him, pressing her thigh against his shaft. She moved her fingers along the coiled muscle, to his warm jaw, and pressed her palm against the layer of prickly hair. He eased toward her and she closed her eyes, anticipating his kiss that didn’t come. Instead, he moved down her body, kissing the underside of her breasts, continuing to her stomach and her navel, swirling the tip of his tongue inside of the indentation. She squirmed, attempting to stay in control, but the need grew deeper. He nipped each hipbone, suckled the flesh and she brought her eyes open, staring down her body at him. He’d left a hickey on her skin.

He brought his gaze up and looked at her through unbelievably long lashes for a man. His eyes could have melted an iceberg. He grabbed the band of her panties with his teeth, still holding her gaze in a green clutch, and slowly dragged the material down her hips. He continued pulling, rubbing his nose against her inner thigh. He let the elastic snap back and she jerked, then giggled at her sensitivity.

He tossed the panties over his shoulder. “You smell so good,” he murmured. There was a tell-tale look of pleasure on his face, one that could have spun a fairytale. He lifted one foot and she sat up, observing what he was doing. He tickled her instep, then made a figure eight on her heel. She squirmed.

“I have ticklish feet.”

“Is that so?” A mischievous smile danced at the corner of his mouth.

He kissed the top of her foot. She tried to jerk away, but he held her steady. She thrashed against the bed, wanting to demand that he let her go, but his tongue on her foot felt erotically nice.

“The things I could do to you. Things you’ve never had done.” He wagged his brows. “They’d take me forever to accomplish, but I have the time.” He laid her foot back onto the bed. “You’re lovely, sweet Avary,” he whispered.

“You are too.” She realized her voice was strained.

“I can’t wait to fill you, but first, we must make sure your body is slick with juices.”

Shit! Shit!
His voice was so seductive, she wanted to throw him back on the bed and straddle him. Where were these emotions coming from?

Grasping each of her ankles with a firm hold, he bent her knees and spread her wide. “Stay right like that. Let me see your beauty.”

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Victor wanted nothing more than to sink himself into her…but he wouldn’t last long, and he had to make sure he brought her pleasure.

He looked at her delectable body, her glistening folds waiting for his touch. She was pink and plump, her clit swollen. He moved one finger along the engorged curve and she jerked her hips. He saw that she had her head cocked to the side, eyes closed, and the sheet clutched in her hands.  He loved how responsive she was.

Rolling his fingers along the damp seam, he explored her folds, then glided one finger into her tight pussy. Her knees came together, clamping his arm in a tight hold. “Spread your knees, baby.”

She did as he requested. “So good, Victor.”

Her purred response made his balls clench. He needed to maintain control or he was going to burst before he even got inside of her.

He planted kisses on her inner thighs as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her body. She arched her back, a cry floating from her lips that reminded him of the beautiful music she played. Knowing she wanted him as much as he needed her took his breath away. He’d never been an emotional man, or soft hearted, but when it came to Avary, his heart led the path.

Her body’s juices grew thicker and he eased in another finger, joining the first. Her channel was tight and he could feel the smooth rippled muscles. Her moans of passion filled the room, and his bloodstream. He wanted to dip his tongue into her, but the need to watch her expression when she came was too strong. He moved his fingers faster, rubbing her clit with his thumb, until he saw the signs that she was close to release. Her breaths were hiccups. Her legs were tense. Her juices were thick.

“Yes, baby,” he urged.