Introduction To Romance (10 Books). Кэрол Мортимер

his words husky as he reached out one finger and slid it between her legs before lifting the wet proof of his handiwork to his lips. “I’m hungry now.”

      Genna’s knees almost gave out. She had to take a couple of deep breaths to clear the haze from her eyes, then she forced herself to shake her head.

      “Strip,” she repeated, pushing the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders. And oh, baby, what shoulders they were. Pure muscle beneath silken flesh. Leaving him to deal with the buttons at his cuffs, she smoothed her hands over those shoulders. He was so warm, so hard.

      She shifted forward, her lips brushing against that flesh.

      She breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent, filling herself with his essence. Forgetting her orders, forgetting everything but exploring his chest with her mouth, she kissed her way over the delicious range of muscles, pausing to flick her tongue over one nipple before continuing her exploration.

      She heard a thud, followed by another. But it was the weight of his slacks and belt hitting her toes that got her attention. Because that meant he’d gotten down to the good stuff. The stuff she wanted to play with most.

      Unable to resist one last kiss, she then leaned back to check him out.

      And almost came again, right then and there.

      “Oh. My.”

      It was like she’d died and gone to heaven.

      He was even bigger than she’d dreamed.

      Her eyes locked on his penis as he stepped out of his pants, his toes pushing his socks off one foot, then the other. The move made that very, very large erection bounce.

      Before she could look her fill, he dropped to his knees.

      “What are you doing?” she objected.

      “I stripped.”

      With no further explanation, his hands cupped her butt cheeks and pulled her closer. His tongue pressed between her damp curls, flicking and sucking.

      Genna felt herself drowning again as desire washed over her.

      “No,” she gasped desperately. “Not yet.”

      His tongue paused. She moved fast, before he could overrule her. Or put that tongue back to work. One more lick and she was going to explode.

      She fell to her knees, pressing him backward so fast he was too surprised to protest. As soon as he was on his back, she leaned down and took him into her mouth.

      “Hey, now,” he growled.

      Still bent low, her hair trailing along his thighs, she shot him a mischievous smile.

      “But I’m hungry, too.”

      He arched one brow, then shifted. Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted and turned her as if she weighed nothing. Now her knees straddled his chest and she was flashing him everything else. Before she could be embarrassed or self-conscious, actually before she could even blink, his tongue was back at work.

      What’s a girl to do, she thought, letting the sensations take over and bending low to slide her lips over the long, hard length of his arousal. Her head moved up and down, her mouth sucking and tongue swirling in time with his. His fingers gripped her thighs. Hers were braced flat on the floor. He pulled back just a little, blowing cool air over her wet flesh.

      Genna’s breath was coming in whimpering gasps now. She was so close, her body tight, the climax coiled low and intense. She lifted her head so her tongue danced around the velvet tip of his penis, then she sucked it into her mouth like a lollipop.

      He growled.

      His fingers gripped tighter and his mouth stilled for a moment, as if he were focusing on keeping control. Then, with a breath that gusted over her thighs, he sucked her clitoris into his mouth one more time, then thrust his tongue deep into her throbbing passage.

      With a cry of shock, Genna exploded.

      Her entire body shook with the power of her orgasm. She rode the waves, panting and oblivious to everything except the sensations, bigger, stronger than anything she’d ever felt in her life. More intense than anything she’d even fantasized about.

      She didn’t know how long it lasted. She didn’t even realize that Brody had moved until she finally floated back to earth and realized she was lying on the floor now, wrapped in Brody’s arms.

      “Bed?”

      “Here,” she demanded, still panting from the power of her climax. She felt as if she’d climbed a very tall, very hard mountain. But she still had one more peak to scale. She slid her hand up and down the rock-hard velvet of his erection, then knowing how fast she could get distracted if she started touching him again, she quickly shifted away, grabbing her purse off the floor.

      She didn’t have a clue how he was going to top that incredible orgasm. Or even if he could.

      But oh, baby, she was more than willing to let him try.

      * * *

      BRODY GROANED, NOT sure what he missed more. The warmth of her slender body against his. Or the feel of her talented fingers working their magic. He started to grab her back, then realized she was already on there, a condom held between two fingers like a trophy.

      It was as if she’d read his mind. His grin was fast and just a little tight as need pounded through his system.

      He reached for the foil wrapper. Quick as a cat, she pulled it away. Wiggling her brows, she tore it open herself, the move slow and deliberate. After a quick glance for placement, she locked her eyes on his, forcing him to meet her wicked gaze as she slid the latex over his throbbing cock.

      The effect of her eyes watching his reaction, and the way she slid her fingers around the base of his dick, made him groan.

      “Now,” he growled, reaching for her. It had to be now. He’d never wanted anyone, anything, as much as he wanted her right this second. He was terrified he might even need her. But since most of the blood in his body was currently partying down south, his brain couldn’t muster enough energy to worry about that.

      He’d have plenty of time to worry later.

      Now, he had to have her.

      Since relinquishing control wasn’t something he did long or well, he jackknifed into a sitting position, taking her mouth. Her eyes widened with surprise, then blurred with passion. He grabbed her waist and shifted their positions so she was beneath him. Her fingers clutching his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

      Mouths still locked together, he slid into her in a single smooth move that felt more natural than breathing. Buried deep, Brody had only a second to wonder at the sense of coming home before his body demanded more.

      Eager to get past the strange emotions buffeting him, he slowly pulled away, sliding almost out. Then he plunged.

      Pulling her mouth free of his, Genna gasped.

      He plunged again. And again.

      He arched his back, shifting higher on his knees so her hips were off the floor. Her feet anchored to the small of his back, she met his every thrust with a panting moan and a tiny undulating move of her own.

      Those tiny moves were killing his control.

      Brody’s breath came faster.

      His body tightened.

      He thrust faster. Harder. Deeper.

      More.

      He had to have more of her.

      He wanted all of her.

      Genna’s moans turned to whimpers, higher and higher. Her thighs locked tight around hips, her fingers trembling as she dug her nails into his biceps.

      He slid back out, leaving just the tip of his dick in her warmth. Her eyes flew open and she gave him an urgent look.

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