Chapter eight

Chapter eight

His lips started exploring the fragile spot beneath her earlobe, moving upward, his tongue tracing the whorls of her ear.

Abigail shivered and her finger threaded through the crisp thickness of his hair, tugging in drugged pleasure as wave after wave of heated shivers ran over her skin.

Beneath her hip, his body hardened and bulged insistently against her. She felt an answering response between her thighs, heightening the delectable feeling swamping her.

She was out of control, spinning in a vortex of helpless desire. Her fingers clutched his neck, and she turned her head longing for his lips on hers.

His finger slid between her leg, the heels of his palm moving slowly over the slight mounds at the juncture of her thigh in slow, exquisite circles.

Abigail inhaled sharply as sweet spirals of purest pleasure spread through her core. She wanted him, violently, irrationally, irresistibly. Suddenly she groaned and opened her eyes.

He saw something naked longing there, and something more, something unfamiliar and powerful.

"I want to make love with you," she murmured in a raspy urgency.

"I know."

"Is that what you do," she asked.

"No I think we should stop now," he replied trying to lift her up from his lap.

"I want you," she said.

"Abi, you are still affected by the dream,"

"No, dream," she said as she buttoned her blouse.

His eyes glowed as she threw off the blouse onto the end of the bed and kicked off her shoe. She slid her slacks down her legs watching him tug off his socks and shrug out of his jeans. The moon light caught in the downy hair covering his long legs, turning the pale blond to silver.

She started to slip out of her panties when he stopped her." Let me..." you are the one who begins this," he whispered, his voice catching on his throat.

His hands were shaking as his fingers slid beneath the elastic, and his palms felt rough as they pushed the Lacy satin past her hips.

She moaned as the smooth material slithered down her legs and puddled at her feet.

Then he released the clasp of her bra, stripping away the wispy lace. His breath shivered audibly past his lips as she stood before him.

"Beautiful. So beautiful." Even the harsh note of reverence in his voice was erotic, and Abigail found it hard to breathe.

She trembled, wanting to reach for him but knowing instinctively that he needed to be the aggressor.

"You are shaking, sweetheart. Am. I going too fast for you?" He stroked her arm with his left arm.

"No, no."

Suddenly he removed his briefs and reached for her. Before she could move, Abigail found herself on the bed, sprawled on top of him, her breast crushed against the hard plane of his chest, her chin hovering over his sternum. His face was shadowed by the moonbeams falling across his shoulder, and his eyes were silver silts that mesmerized her with the raw hunger gleaming there.

Abigail inched upward, eager to bring her lips close to his. Her thighs brushed his, and her abdomen pressed against the hard bulge of his arousal. She froze and Chen groaned.

His breath was coming in a short burst and his face was right, his brows drawn.

Abigail felt a thrilling shiver through her as she let her lips settle slowly on his. She was loved to hear him say her name so intimately.

His hand burrowed under the thick fall of her hair and curled around her neck, his thumb messaging the throbbing pulse under her jaw. The tiny movement set waves of scorching signals straight to her brain, turning up the heat.

"Mm," she moaned, as he suddenly rolled over, trapping her beneath him. He straddled her hips, his knees pressing against her thigh, the thrust of his arousals pushing against the gentle swell below her navel.

He looked down at her with glittering eyes, the raspy sound of his breathing filling the room.

She could feel his need, his naked desire pulsating between them like a crackling current.

First, one warm hand, then the other began to caress her breast. At first touch, of her nipples hardened into throbbing peaks, causing the sensitive dark skin surrounding them to tingle.

His thumbs rotated slowly, teasing, tantalizing, sending little bursts of excitement spurting through her. She closed her eyes, magnifying the delectable sensation a hundredfold.

Then she gasped, and her eyes flew open in shock as his thumbs met in the hollow between her breasts and began trailing down over her ribs, creating a rivulet of pulsing heat that flowed through her body.

His finger traced the hollow of her navel, massaging, kneading, pleasuring, before moving lower until his finger pressed against the tightly curled thatch of hairs at the apex of her thigh.

His lips followed his hand, exciting her beyond bearing, and she began to writhe helplessly. She kicked her heels against the hand-embroidered coverlet, trying to push her body upward to rub against his lips and his hands.

"Easy," he whispered, his tongue teasing her with exquisite skills.

She moaned, and he backed to one side, his bent knee pushing her thighs apart.

"Chen, oh, Chen," it was a moan, a plea, a tortured whisper of sound.

She was flaming purr, kindled into a frenzy of need inside her center, a throbbing heat was building.

He entered her slowly, pushing with gentle insistence against her tight muscles. She could feel herself opening, swallowing him inch by inch, until he filled her completely.

She moaned and moved against him, seeking relief. She could hear the intake of his breath as she arched frantically towards him, urging him to go faster, and harder.

The ache was an unbearable pleasure, driving her, torturing her.

"Now," she sobbed. She reached for him, raking her nails along his sides as she tried to absorb him fully.

Chen grasped, his muscles straining as he thrust into her over and over, his breath shuddering in a litany of ecstasy.

Her release came in wave after wave of purest joy, bathing her with dazzling golden light. She was spinning, soaring, sowing, her legs and arms quivering with the most delicious tingling she'd ever felt.

Heat bloomed between her breasts and spread upward to bathe her neck and face with color.

With one final thrust, he exploded inside her, filling her in hot celebration.

He groaned against her breast and lay still, his fist clenched, his breathing rapid. His skin was covered with a fine layer of musky sweat and his hair was a tangle of damp, disheveled curls that clung to his bronzed forehead in a boyish cap.

Abigail lay beneath him, her breathing mingling with his. She'd never felt such supreme relaxation, such contentment