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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 251 из 285For the first time, I wanted everything that smile promised.
I tugged at his jeans. "Off."
He unsnapped the jeans carefully. He peeled the wet cloth away from his body. If there'd been underwear, I never saw it. The jeans ended up on the carpet. He was somehow suddenly nude.
He was like carved alabaster, every muscle, every curve of his body pale and perfect. Telling him he was beautiful was redundant. Saying golly gee whiz seemed too uncool. Giggling was out. My voice came small and strangled, hoarse with all the words I couldn't find. "You're not circumcised."
"No, Ma petite . Is that a problem?"
I did what I'd wanted to do since I first saw him. I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing gently. He closed his eyes, shuddering, steadying his hands on my shoulders. "Not a problem," I said.
He pulled me against him suddenly, pressing our naked bodies together. The feel of him hard and firm against my stomach was almost overwhelming. I dug fingers into his back to keep my suddenly weak knees from giving out.
I kissed his chest. I rose on tiptoe and kissed his shoulders, his neck. I ran my tongue along his skin and tasted him, rolling the scent of him, the feel of him in my mouth. We kissed, a nearly innocent brush of lips. I locked my hands behind his neck, arching my body against him. He made a small sound low in his throat.
He slid down my body, arms locked behind my back, holding me against him as he left my arms and left me standing, staring down at him.
He licked my stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along my buttocks, teasing. He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between my legs.
I gasped. "What are you doing?"
He rolled his eyes upward, mouth still pressed low on my stomach. He raised his face just enough to speak. "You may have three guesses, Ma petite ," he whispered. He put a hand on each of my thighs and spread my legs wider. His hand slid over me, exploring me.
My mouth was suddenly dry. I licked my lips and said, "I don't think my legs will hold."
He ran his tongue down my hip. "When the time comes, Ma petite , I will hold you." He kissed his way down my thigh. His finger slid inside of me. My breath fell outward in a sigh.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, running his tongue, his lips along my skin. The feel of his fingers between my legs tightened my body, and I could feel the beginnings of something large and overwhelming.
He stood, hand still between my legs. He bent and kissed me, long and slow.
I tugged at his jeans. "Off."
He unsnapped the jeans carefully. He peeled the wet cloth away from his body. If there'd been underwear, I never saw it. The jeans ended up on the carpet. He was somehow suddenly nude.
He was like carved alabaster, every muscle, every curve of his body pale and perfect. Telling him he was beautiful was redundant. Saying golly gee whiz seemed too uncool. Giggling was out. My voice came small and strangled, hoarse with all the words I couldn't find. "You're not circumcised."
"No, Ma petite . Is that a problem?"
I did what I'd wanted to do since I first saw him. I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing gently. He closed his eyes, shuddering, steadying his hands on my shoulders. "Not a problem," I said.
He pulled me against him suddenly, pressing our naked bodies together. The feel of him hard and firm against my stomach was almost overwhelming. I dug fingers into his back to keep my suddenly weak knees from giving out.
I kissed his chest. I rose on tiptoe and kissed his shoulders, his neck. I ran my tongue along his skin and tasted him, rolling the scent of him, the feel of him in my mouth. We kissed, a nearly innocent brush of lips. I locked my hands behind his neck, arching my body against him. He made a small sound low in his throat.
He slid down my body, arms locked behind my back, holding me against him as he left my arms and left me standing, staring down at him.
He licked my stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along my buttocks, teasing. He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between my legs.
I gasped. "What are you doing?"
He rolled his eyes upward, mouth still pressed low on my stomach. He raised his face just enough to speak. "You may have three guesses, Ma petite ," he whispered. He put a hand on each of my thighs and spread my legs wider. His hand slid over me, exploring me.
My mouth was suddenly dry. I licked my lips and said, "I don't think my legs will hold."
He ran his tongue down my hip. "When the time comes, Ma petite , I will hold you." He kissed his way down my thigh. His finger slid inside of me. My breath fell outward in a sigh.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, running his tongue, his lips along my skin. The feel of his fingers between my legs tightened my body, and I could feel the beginnings of something large and overwhelming.
He stood, hand still between my legs. He bent and kissed me, long and slow.