Robert by Sam Crescent Page B

attention. She moaned, lifting her leg up over his hip, trying to get more intimate contact. The warm glow of lust consumed them both. They were drugged. They fed from each other’s kisses. Sophie couldn’t get enough of him.
    He walked them backwards until they fell onto the bed.
    She giggled as he landed on top of her, knocking the wind from her.
    “You’re heavy.”
    He laughed, piercing her heart with his sinful smile. She gasped as lightning shot straight through to her clit. She was doomed if that was her reaction to just his smile. There was no way Sophie would survive the main event.
    He came off her, but pulled her up so that she was resting against the pillows again. He laid a kiss on her lips, then went down to her jaw and over her collarbone, making her gasp at the violent sensations running through her. She didn’t know whether to pull away or beg him for more. Her body was filled with an urgency to feel this man’s body between her thighs.
    She opened her legs willingly, silently begging him to move between them and assuage this terrible ache, to sate them both.
    Sophie was beginning to understand why people became addicted to sex.
    His lips left a trail of fiery ecstasy in their wake. Her body was alive and screaming for attention. His lips were at her breasts.
    “Give them to me.”
    She looked at him, dazed and confused.
    What does he mean?
    “Offer me a breast,” he told her. It was strange, as though he was reading her mind.
    Taking one of her mounds in her palm, she offered him a bite. She tensed, scared, but she wanted to feel him biting into her, feeding on her blood.
    He teased her nipple, playing with her body.
    She watched as he attended to her, his tongue flicking out. Her breasts looked wet and swollen in the moonlight.
    “Bite me,” she begged him.
    He bit down into her nipple and she watched him swallow. The pain was light, its sting delightful. Her nipples were so sensitive, taking a pulsing message down to her clit. She could feel the gathering orgasm she’d experienced many times before—but only at her own hand.
    She wanted to feel his hand between her legs. To know what it was like to have a male finger teasing her aching clit.
    She took his hand and guided it to where she’d been thinking about having it seconds earlier, to where she craved his touch, pressing one of his fingers against her swollen clit. Sophie moaned and prayed he would give her more.
    The merest contact had her almost dizzy with longing. She pushed her hand on top of his and she could already feel how wet she was for him. She should probably be embarrassed, but being embarrassed would take too much energy. Her energy was reserved for him.
    “What do you want from me?” he asked her.
    She looked up as his mouth left her breast, the cool air sending shivers down her spine.
    “I want you to make love to me. To show me what it’s like to be a proper woman. Your woman,” she spoke the truth.
    He stared at her for some time before she felt his finger move between her legs. She took her hand from over his, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to harm her.
    Sophie opened her legs wider so he could have complete access to her body. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she allowed her heart, mind, body and soul to be taken over by rapturous bliss.

    Robert watched her give herself over to him. She looked so stunning that she took his breath away. Or rather, she would have taken his breath away if he could breathe. Her bud, peeking out from its hood, was swollen and begging for attention.
    The smallest touch had her arching up to meet him, a cry escaping from her lips. He smiled. He loved the feeling of being able to take her past the point of no return. Robert didn’t just want to do that with his fingers. He wanted to take the time to explore and taste her.
    He moved down the bed, his gaze directly on her mound. The hairs were light blonde, giving a clear view as if she was shaved. Already her lips were filled