Windward Whisperings by Kathleen Rowland Page B

breasts.
“Kitzie, you’re so hot.” He passed his thumb over a dark nipple.
“How do you know I’m hot?” She ran her fingers along his zipper and tenderly cupped his balls.
Her intent quickened his pulse. “I have a good memory.” He wanted to reach her kittenish
depths, to make her pulse and tingle with desire. This time, he wouldn’t stop.
Through the window, cool air blew across her, teasing her nipples to hard buds. He took one in
his mouth, gently putting tongue and teeth to work. “I’m feeling pressure growing behind the zipper
of my pants.”
“Let’s remove undergarments.” She shifted, and he enjoyed the sensation as she wiggled and
stood up.
“Race you.” In one move, he stood and dropped his pants. He looked up. “No fair, cheater.”
She hadn’t moved, and he was afraid his erection was about to burst.
She winked. “I can’t remove what I don’t have on.”
“You.” He cupped her rear end and pulled her in. He held her hips tightly to his.
“Careful, there. I might end up with ten little bruises on my behind.”
“Sorry.” He released her. “It’s just that you’re so darn sexy.”
“You think so?” She hooked a heel on the side of the coffee table, exposing satin garters.
The heat of want coursed through him. He moved his hands up her silk-clad thighs. He slowly
traced the straps of her garters. “When did you start dressing like this?”
“A girl doesn’t need to give away her secrets.”
Every time he touched her, he became more excited.
She quivered. “You can take me right now. I’m more than ready.”
“I’ll wait till you’re begging.” He let his groin swell and his body tighten. He trailed his hands to
her buttocks and cupped her as she opened her mouth and tongue to him. What he felt for her was
unlike anything he’d ever felt for a woman. His fingers progressed along her inner thighs. Moving
upward, he didn’t touch the zenith between her legs but could feel the heat. He placed a hand on the
foot she had on the coffee table and fondled her manicured toes. He kissed them and then flicked
his tongue up her legs. She wore silk hose and a garter belt, but her mound was totally bared.
A whimper of need come from the back of her throat. Her skin was molten and soft. He had no
difficulty finding the center of her, sliding his fingers into her, and supporting her with his other
hand. He squeezed her cheeks, lifted her and nibbled, licked and sucked. He put his mouth where
his hands had been. His tongue touched her. She moaned, low and sensual. His erection was so hard
it pained him. The cool air signaled him that he was not only erect, he was ready to slide into her
waiting core. She lifted one leg and pressed him into her alley wall. Her hand closed against his shaft,
and he thought he might come then and there in her hand, but he hung on. She glided him into her
hot box, and he savored the pleasure. Her fingers rubbed up and down his length where it touched
her folds.
He heard her intake of breath and entered her. Hot and damp. Her walls clamped down as if
he’d brought life itself to her. She matched his ignited movements as they took each other with
fierce intensity. He felt the jolt of his semen leaving his body. He was drained and kissed her with all
the gentleness he had.
He could see her eyes in the dim light, their pupils wide and round. Her lips were puffy from
passion. She laid her head against his shoulder. “Merci. Very nice.” There was honesty in her voice.
She had no regrets.
He didn’t either and hoped it would happen again.
He took a gamble and guessed her pleasure hadn’t completely ebbed. He pushed two fingers
inside her and stroked her from within. “Come again.”
His tongue danced, and in seconds, she did and then collapsed on the loveseat, her legs splayed,
her skirt hiked to her waist, and her breasts exposed.
He stood to give her some room. “I like looking at you.” He eased closer, placed a knee between
the