Temptation

Tempation

The sand beneath his bare feet felt cool as the warmth of the day’s sun faded. The full moon reflected off the water, each ripple shimmering in its glow. He saw her stretch, back arching, toes pointed, slender hands reaching to the stars. He continued to watch.

Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, a fan of auburn curls. Her bronzed body glittered against the dark sheet she spread over the sand. The moon shone down on her, illuminating every curve, every dip, every gorgeous span of unblemished skin. She spread herself across the smooth material, fluid in her motions like raindrops dancing on rosepetals.

His mind swam with visions of the things he wanted to do to her, some so sinful they bordered on illegal. His hand curled into a fist, his toes dug into the sand. Every night she appeared here on the beach, alone, naked and beautiful for the world to see. Every night he stood in the lush cluster of palms, watching her, memorizing every inch of her, wanting her more than he wanted his next breath.

Lulled by the music of the sea, he heard her sigh as she closed her eyes and her body relaxed. His desire could wait no longer. He brushed a wild tendril of blond hair away from his face, set his jaw with determination, and dug one foot after the other into the sand in front of him.

She didn't notice him as he neared. She laid there in all her glory, waiting.

When he spoke, his voice blended erotically with the crash of the waves, "You have tempted me far too long Jaselyn. Every night I’ve watched you lay here. Tonight you will haunt me no more. Tonight you pay for your misdeeds."

He stood above her, his unclothed body rippling, waiting for an answer. Emerald eyes stared up at him, sparkling like freshly cut gems. Her full lips opened slightly, an invitation. He didn't wait, didn't give her time to change her mind.

He dropped to his knees on the gossamer bed. When his mouth met hers the stars crashed around them, the earth moved beneath them, and his soul shattered inside him. She felt warm and silky, a newly found intoxication that he would cling to for the rest of his life. She was perfection.

He rested against the golden skin of her smooth stomach. His eyes stayed locked on hers, blue battling green as her lips melted against his, her tongue gently rolling over his, tempting.

He gasped as her teeth gently tugged at his lower lip. Her gaze searched his, demanding his obedience, reaching into him, attempting to force his soul into submission. He refused to be so easily swayed.

She caressed his skin, leaving a trail of molten lava down his back and across his shoulders. Shivers worked their way from his head to his toes as a gentle breeze blew in from the ocean.

His hand paused over the budding mounds of flesh that puckered in anticipation. He lowered his head, his lips feathering across the rose colored flesh before sucking one erect nipple into his mouth.

Her back arched off the ground as he rolled her between his lips; teased her with his tongue. Her hand tangled into his hair. One of his fingers circled the small dip of her belly button before softly descending into the nest of fiery curls that triangled her most secret place.

A wanton whimper escaped her. He felt victory as her eyes filled with passion and as she admired the vision of her own flesh being ravished. Her fiery stare burned into him as he moved his lips from one nipple to the other, treating them as though they were succulent desserts to be savored.

She moaned in distress when his lips and fingers left her, but he immediately silenced her with a meaningful glare. “Hush. I promise you will be well satisfied tonight.” He ran his hands down her arms to her slender wrists, which he gathered in one hand and raised above her head. “We do this my way.”

He could feel tension mounting in her body, the heat radiating from her skin. He smiled as he looked down into her wild, green eyes. He wanted her to suffer, as he had suffered. He needed to hear her scream, beg him to finish her.

She shivered, searching for something to ease the burning fire he had ignited within her. She ground her hips against his, her skin leaving its heated imprint on his. He shook his head, and ran his free hand down the outside of her leg, pushing her away from him.

Her eyes widened, surprise and anger flaring within their depths. His lips crushed hers, his tongue probing for entrance to the warm shelter of her mouth. He held her wrists, firmly pressing them into the sand while he caressed her ribs and perfectly shaped legs, before feathering up the inside of her thigh. He traced the smooth skin that protected her innermost secret, feeling his own excitement rise in tune to hers.

His blood raced, swelling him faster and larger than he had ever been before. Wildness charged the air as his need mixed with hers. The scent of sex permeated the air, filling his nostrils with her, driving his senses across the line of desire.

He traced her lips with one finger, provoking her to take it inside her mouth. His shaft pulsed against her thigh as she swirled her tongue around him, her eyes sparkling with the power she held over him in that brief second.

With her saliva covering his finger, he reached between their bodies and without breaking his stare, stroked her engorged clit, circling it, taunting it with the promise of what would come. She stilled. Her lower lip caught between her teeth she held back the cry of pleasure he knew was building insided her. It wasn’t enough for him. Letting go of her wrists, he traced her clit, circled the entrance to her heaven, dipping his finger to catch her juices.

His lips brushed gentle kisses across the tender skin of her neck. He made his way down through the crevice between her breasts, over her ribs, across the sensitive flesh of her stomach.

He nuzzled her curls, traced her nether lips with his tongue, and gently suckled the tender folds. With a sudden flick of his tongue against her clit, he plunged his finger into the tight, wet heat that beckoned him. He sighed into her as her hips lifted her more fully into his mouth and her whispers of submission echoed through the stillness of the night.

He devoured her. His tongue worked magic, swirling over her swelling clitoris while he replaced one finger with two and stroked the velvet that lined her. He nibbled and sucked, blew warm air across her, and continued to bury his fingers deep inside the sweet sap of her essence.

He smiled when he felt her tremble beneath his touch, felt her give in to his torture. A scream tore through the darkness as her orgasm shook her and forced her precious juice to gush. He didn’t stop. His fingers rocked inside her, coaxing her into a longer ascent to paradise. He lifted his face from her, watching her as she lost herself in ecstasy.

He removed his fingers as the quivering subsided and repositioned himself so that his hips rested between her spread legs and his long, hard cock stood at her opening. His chest rested against hers, his arms holding his weight up off her. He dropped his head and bedeviled her lips with his own.

She slid her arms around his neck, burying one hand in the hair at the nape of his neck and kissed him harshly, punishing him for his seduction. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips against him, tempting him further.

With a growl of defeat, he slammed into her hard and fast, submerging himself in a tight sheath of silk and fire. She moaned into his ear as her teeth grazed his shoulder. She fought to set the pace. Still, he refused to give up his dominion over her.

He withdrew slowly, relishing the feeling of her clutching at him as he pulled away. With a sigh he buried his head in her neck and drove himself back in, harder than the first time, taking complete control. He nipped her skin and held it between his teeth, easing himself out of her only to thrust home again.

Her wetness called to him, pleading him back each time he extricated himself from her warmth. He obliged, slamming into her time and time again.