Page 80 of Hot & Heavy

He was going to stop. He was going to end their kiss. He was going to leave her feeling hot and excited and wanting. I do not think so! She grabbed his ears and pulled him back. "Do not dare stop, you brute.

Kiss me."

He did not need much encouragement, but this time he put his hands on her buttocks and lifted her so only the tips of her toes touched the floor. When he kissed her now, his manpart was aligned perfectly with her cleft, while his bare chest abraded her breasts.

If he had not been holding her up with his hips pressed hard against her belly, she would have swooned, so intense was her pleasure. Now it was not just his tongue dancing the sex act in her mouth, but his lower body undulating against her, too. With each thrust, her nerves drew tighter and tighter. There was a wetness between her legs. Both her breasts and nether parts throbbed with aching.

At some point, somehow, her legs had become wrapped around his hips.

"This is not a good idea," he choked out, even as he turned and walked her out of the bathing chamber, her body wrapped about his like a clinging cat. "This is definitely not a good idea."

He did not stop, however.

Thank the gods!

Instead, he tossed her into the middle of his giant bed so she landed flat on her back. Immediately he crawled up and over her.

"Are we going to make love?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah." With that, he undid the front fastener on her bra and eased the lacy garment off her. He looked down at her then. And smiled. "Oh, baby," was all he said.

She felt such joy that he liked looking at her. Then she felt more than joy when he began to touch her. He lifted her breasts from underneath, he kneaded them, he swept his palms over them repeatedly; then he tweaked the nipples so hard it felt good. They became still more prominent.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he said in a husky voice. He put his lips to her breast then and suckled rhythmically.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" she wailed, arching her back. She tried to push him off but he was immovable. It was too much. Too much!

Between her legs she felt herself begin to pulse, then spasm. He lifted his head to watch her face as her female parts shattered in devastating pleasure. She didn't understand. But apparently he did, and he must have liked her response, because he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he shifted to the other breast, which he licked and nipped with his teeth before he began to suckle there, too.

"You are torturing me," she gasped out.

"Good torture or bad torture?"

"Definitely good."

He rolled over on his side and shrugged out of his braies, then eased her out of her pan-teas. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down. She was about to protest, to say that she wanted to participate in the "event," not let it happen to her.

"Let me," he said. "You are so beautiful."

"No, I am not."

"Shhhh. You are beautiful to me." Placing a hand on her belly, he crept low, brushing her woman's fleece, then inserting his fingers between her legs.

"Noooo," she said, pressing her thighs together.

"Yes," he insisted, and even with her legs clamped together, he thrust a forefinger into her wetness and touched her in a place she had never been touched before. She keened out her ecstasy and loosened her legs, reflexively. He must have considered that an invitation, because he began to caress her folds more boldly, even inserting one finger, and then two, to test her readiness. She could have told him she was more than ready.

And what did he do? He rolled away from her and opened a drawer in a chest beside the bed.

"What? You are stopping now?" Her voice was shrill with her need for fulfillment.

He chuckled and rolled back. "No, I am not stopping, sweetheart. I'm just beginning." Lying on his back, he tore open a silver packet and was about to put the object inside on his manpart.

"What… is… that?"

"A condom," he said, surprised at her question. "Birth control."

"This country has a means of preventing conception?"