Bliss by Opal Carew Page A

around him, triggering hot, wild sensations within him. Her fingers stroked underneath, and she cradled his balls in her warm hand, gently massaging them.

    His cell phone rang.

    She slipped free. “Do you want to get that?”

    The phone rang again.

    He chuckled. “Not on your life.”

    She dove downward, swallowing him whole, then rocked back and sucked. He barely heard the next couple of rings before it stopped. She bobbed and stroked, making his cock rock hard and quivering to release. But he held it inside, enjoying the sensual pleasure and letting the energy build.

    She wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed his cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the end in spiral caresses, then she sucked. The pleasure grew and grew. He concentrated on allowing the energy to build.

    Finally, she released him and gazed at him with amazement in her eyes.

    “You really aren’t going to come, are you?”

    He chuckled. He drew her into his arms and kissed her, then eased her onto the bed and stretched out beside her. “Not until you’ve come at least three times.” He tucked his finger under her bra cup and stroked her nipple. She wiggled her arms behind her and unfastened the garment, then peeled it away, revealing her naked breasts, nipples puckered and needy.

    Kara moaned as his mouth covered her hard nipple. He licked the nub and she thought she might just come right now. His hand covered her other breast and the need in her built to an intolerable level.

    “I want you inside me,” she murmured.

    “Not yet.”

    He sucked and she moaned, then he shifted to her other nipple and licked and sucked until she gasped. Then he kissed down her ribs to her belly, thrusting his tongue into her navel, then continuing down to her undies. He kissed along the lace top, then slowly rolled down the hem. He smiled as he stared at her dark curls, then drew her panties down her legs and off. He kissed up her thighs. She opened them as he moved upward, impatient to feel him . . . there. He paused and stared at her mound again, his hands stroking her inner thigh.

    Finally, he leaned forward and his tongue touched her slit. She moaned loudly. His fingers slid along her moist opening, then he licked her length. She moaned again, then louder still as his tongue pressed against her clit. He dabbed and she flung her head from side to side. As he began to suck, she clung to his head. The heat, already so intense inside her, seemed to explode. She wailed as the orgasm claimed her.

    He prowled over her and kissed her. When he tried to draw away, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged him to her, snaring his mouth again, her tongue diving inside. His undulated with hers and she arched her chest against him. His cock, hard and heavy, rested against her belly. She reached for it and stroked, loving the feel of his marble-hard flesh in her hands.

    He stroked her breasts, then shifted downward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, torturing her with intense pleasure as he sucked and licked first one, then the other nipple. She squeezed his cock and stroked up and down. So hard. So thick and long.

    He sat up, his knees straddling her, and rested his hands over her stomach, then stroked upward . . . over her breasts . . . along her shoulders . . . past her neck to the crown of her head. He did that several times. Heat washed through her, and her incredible need heightened. Just as she was ready to beg him to impale her, he shifted and pressed his cockhead to her slick opening. He pressed forward, entering her slowly. She held her breath as his cockhead stretched her and then moved deeper as his thick shaft continued to fill her. He pushed forward until he impaled her fully. She gasped, wrapping her legs around him. He drew back slowly, then eased forward again, sending heat boiling within her. Back and forward again. His hard shaft stroked her insides and she melted around him. She clung to his shoulders,