Seven Sexy Sins by Serenity Woods Page A

shuddered as he lowered his lips to hers. He knew she wasn’t religious, but he’d also seen the books on the shelf in her flat on pagan rituals and goddess celebrations, the strength and compassion of womankind. He felt an intense awareness of the difference of her sex, sensing the power of fertility and creation lying dormant within her, and the cycle of the moon reflected in her body.
    What was wrong with him? Had she cast a spell on him? His lips hovered above hers, caught in a brief second of time. Her arms were above her head, her hair wild and mussed, and she was breathing heavily, even though her body should be calming down by now. He brushed her lips with his own and watched her breathe in, knowing she would be able to smell her own arousal on him, feeling himself harden at the thought. She opened her mouth, and he dipped his tongue in and kissed her deeply. His hand cradled her head, his other arm tucking underneath her to bring her closer to him. For maybe the first time, he let the full force of his passion, his desire for her, show in the kiss, and when he finally released her, she was gasping, her chest heaving, her mouth bruised and red.
    He felt a fleeting surge of guilt. He had to remember this was Faith in his bed, Dan’s sister, the young girl he’d fancied for so long but, in spite of her two partners, was still innocent, still fresh. He had to remember to treat her tenderly, to respect her. To let her lead the way.
    She didn’t say anything. She pushed herself up and climbed off the bed, then reached out a hand to bring him to sit facing her. Keeping her dark eyes fixed on his, she sank between his legs onto her knees. He was so turned on he couldn’t have got any harder. Breathing heavily, leaning back on his hands, he watched as she studied his erection with interest. He swallowed as she closed a hand around him and gently revealed the swollen tip, casting him one final, hot glance before lowering her mouth onto him.
    He tipped back his head and held his breath as she began to move her head up and down. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue tantalisingly rough on his sensitive skin. He looked down, watching her release her hair from its clip so it fell around her face, then sweep it to one side so it brushed against his thigh, silky soft.
    He groaned aloud, gasping as she began to take him deeper and deeper inside her mouth. He moved his hand to rest against her head and slid his fingers through her hair, unable to stop moving his hips forward with each dip of her mouth. But she didn’t seem to mind and gave a deep sigh low in her throat, lifting herself up slightly so she almost swallowed him whole.
    It didn’t take long, only minutes, before he’d reached the end of his self-control. “Faith…” His hand tightened in her hair, and heat flooded through him, focussing in his groin. She hadn’t lifted her head, and he hoped she was ready, because he couldn’t hold back. He came in her hot mouth, totally unprepared for the way she took everything he had to give. As he cried out, she stroked his thigh as he had hers, and only lifted her head when he finally collapsed back on the bed, eyes closed, completely spent.
    He felt her lift herself up onto the bed to sit astride him. He opened one eye and saw her studying him with a flicker of a smile.
    He opened the other eye and blinked, staring as she lowered her head a little more so he could see her expression in the moonlight. “Now,” she told him huskily, “whenever we’re in public, sitting with Dan and Eve and Toby, and I do this—” she licked her lips, “—you won’t see me as Dan’s little sister, or the skinny girl with braces you used to torture with crickets and cockroaches. You’ll think of my lips around you, and me taking you deep inside my mouth, swallowing as you come. Okay?”
    He nodded, wide eyed, not trusting himself to speak.
    She looked into space, considering. “Tastes salty,” she said. “Nice.” She licked