Mountain Song by Ruby Laska Page B

own body against
his.
    Long legs insinuated
themselves around Andy’s own, and Claudia shifted deftly so that she lay under
him. His body followed her lead, molding to her, meeting her thrusts solidly. She
wore a simple sea-green shirt and short skirt, and his fingers found with
pleasure that they were made of some thin, suede-like material that slipped
through his fingers like liquid silk. Andy bunched the fabric of her taut
skirt, pushing up to ease the tension on the seams, and as her legs opened he
slid gratefully between.
    Claudia arched against
him, meeting his arousal, pulling him even closer to her. He fingered the
buttons on her shirt, tiny pearl-like closures that evaded his hasty attempts,
and Claudia’s fingers flew to help him. In seconds she’d released the buttons
and Andy drew back to watch the silken fabric glide off her breasts.
    She wore the same
style of plain white cotton bra, the one he’d always found so sexy in its
innocence, but her breasts seemed different somehow. A little larger, but
softer, more...womanly. Andy released the front clasp and eased his body down,
sliding deliciously along until he was able to examine one lush breast with all
his senses.
    Her skin was soft
against his cheek, and he nuzzled briefly, the shudder that went through
Claudia’s body his reward. He sought one nipple with thumb and finger while he
took the other into his mouth. Small, rigid with desire, it was a small pearl
against his tongue, his lips, and he rolled it with exquisite pleasure. Claudia’s
moan resonated against his skin as he tongued her in widening circles,
eventually trailing lower.
    As he followed an
invisible line down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her belly
button, Claudia arched her back and let a sigh escape her parted lips. It felt
so right, his caress. Her body, which she had been convinced was closed forever
to sensual ecstasy, had awakened, and right or wrong, she was riding a current
she knew she couldn’t fight.
    When Andy reached the
sueded silk bunched at her waist, she met his hand with her own to loosen the
clasp and slide the skirt down her legs. Andy’s hot breath at the top of her
panties nearly drove her wild, especially when he caught the fabric in his
teeth and tugged gently downward. Claudia slipped a finger under the elastic
and sent the wisp of cotton flying off the couch to join the skirt puddled on
the floor.
    Naked. She was naked
with a man for the first time since... him .
A few times she’d come close, but her body had always shut down. The touch of
other men felt clumsy, leaden. But not Andy’s: his strong hands were warm and
confident against her skin, the stubble of his beard exquisite agony, his mouth
hot and ravenous.
    For a second he
stilled, and Claudia tensed, afraid he’d changed his mind, that he was going to
stop touching her when only his touch could ease her exquisite torture. Then he
rested his face on the soft plane of her stomach and ran his hands under her
waist, an embrace of surprising intimacy, a gentle pause in his quest.
    But Claudia didn’t
want to wait. She slid one leg along his thighs, teasing his rigid arousal with
her calf, and he responded with lightning speed. He growled and slid out of her
reach, and his movement brought his face down a few critical inches. Before
Claudia could catch her breath he began an achingly slow, wet exploration of her
femininity. Under the ministration of his tongue and lips Claudia writhed, her
hands seeking purchase in the scratchy wool of the couch. And then, just as she
was convinced she couldn’t possibly feel any further sensation, Andy slid a
finger deep inside of her, then joined it with another.
    She bucked against him
as he focused his tongue on the tiny nub of her passion, sucking gently and
swirling. With his fingers filling her, she couldn’t hold on any longer, and as
she let go she felt Andy reach up with his free hand and seize hers and she
held on fiercely until the last wave had