Caress of Flame (8 page)

The feel of his naked skin against her breasts stole her breath away. She tingled from head to toe, especially in her lips, breasts and pussy. It was as if her whole body could feel his touch, as if he had a thousand hands instead of two.

The temperature of the room had risen several degrees and Flare’s skin was growing hotter with each passing second. But the heat did not hurt her. Instead it embraced her, making her feel safe and wanted. Her head swam dizzily, as if she was drunk, and she gasped for breath. Flare gave her his own, filling her with his heat from deep within, making her skin burn deliciously all over.

Her hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and she held him closer. She broke away from his lips and traced her own over his eyes, nose and cheeks. His skin was so smooth. She dotted kisses all over him, not missing an inch of his beautiful face.

Flare growled and put both hands on either side of her head to hold her still as he reclaimed her mouth with his once again.

All these sensations and all they had done was kiss. The thought of going further enflamed her senses and her hands frantically clutched at him.

Flare’s lips gentled against hers. “There’s no rush, baby,” he murmured into her lips. “Slow down.”

She tried, she really did, but her body was rampant with want and need. It was a heady feeling. Isis did something she’d never thought she’d do in a million years. She climbed him like she would the pole at the club and wrapped her legs around his waist to hold herself up. Flare’s hands went to cup her bottom and she tightened her arms around his neck, licking his lips hungrily.

Their mouths fused together. And the feel of his terry-cloth-covered, rock-hard cock between her legs nearly made her come right then and there. His fingers nearly singed the flesh of her ass, but the near-pain of his touch only spurred her on. Isis began to squeeze his waist, moving up and down against his cock. Flare growled and lifted her higher, holding her tight to still her movements.

4But Isis was lost in a raging passion she had never experienced before. She demanded to feel him and wiggled her bottom back down so that Flare’s cock was once again cradled by her wet, aching pussy. Flare stubbornly lifted her again and broke away from their kiss. He bent his head before she could pull him back, fast as a striking cobra, and took nearly her whole left breast into his super-heated mouth.

Isis cried out, a low, broken sound that only served to further enflame them both.

Flare’s teeth scraped over the swell of her breast. He pulled back slowly, sensually, until only her long, hard nipple was in his mouth. The lick of flame that was his tongue made her entire body clench with need as it flicked back and forth over her nipple. Isis’ head fell back, her long hair spilling down almost to the floor as she arched higher into this new, wicked embrace.

Flare was lost to his passion just as Isis was. A raging demon, riding him hard, demanded that he take her then and there.

But there was a catch that Flare was holding fast to in his passion-clouded mind.

He couldn’t have unprotected sex with her. Not yet at least. He needed her love first, her whole heart, for such a thing to happen. He wouldn’t put her in any such danger, not ever. It would take an act of pure love—on both their parts—to see her through their exchange of fluids.

The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist nearly brought him to his knees. Her arms were like cloying vines, holding him impossibly close to her. Her nipple tasted like candy and its texture tickled his tongue. Flare licked her over and over again and sucked her hard between his nibbling teeth. He tore another cry from her and he drank the sound in like a man dying of thirst. There was nothing more beautiful, more moving, than Isis in her full passion. He felt humbled by the power of their desire.

Nothing had ever come close to this, not in all his two hundred years of life.

The thud of his heart sounded in his ears. There was a physical ache there, in his chest, and he knew with certainty he’d never known before that he loved this woman.

Things for him had gone far beyond mere desire. She’d touched his heart, his soul, and she’d changed his life forever.

He wanted to hold her tight and steal her pain away. Though she was strong and valiant and brave, there was an endless sense of suffering about her. Flare knew someone had hurt her. Someone she had cared about. The thought made his body flare up several degrees and he tamped down on his power to keep from hurting Isis. He didn’t like the thought of her caring for anybody but him.

And their future children, of course.

There was no way he could let her go now. Not after basking in the glow of her natural sensuality. If he had to, he would
make
her love him. He could accept no less from her. Her life had been in his care for two weeks and he’d learned much about her in that time. Isis was alone—utterly. She had no friends, no lovers, no one. She was often quiet, introspective. There was an adorable tendency in her to daydream. Her 4bravery was evident in the way she took care of herself and kept away from attachments of any sort. She wasn’t afraid to be lonesome—in fact, she welcomed it.

Flare knew with a certainty that she would make a magnificent lover. She was like liquid fire in his arms. And all the pent-up passion she’d stowed away over the years had come out like a violent storm between them.

Her skin was so soft, so tender. She was smooth all over—even her pussy was hairless and smooth, he’d noticed. He would have liked to see her red hair there between her legs. But the thought of being able to kiss her bare skin made up for that and more. None of his past lovers had been without hair between their legs and he was looking forward to the new sensation of Isis’ bald cunt wrapped tight around his cock.

These thoughts and more made him breathless with desire. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He took her to the bed and lowered her onto it. She kept her legs wrapped tight around his waist. He reached between them and removed the towel that covered him.

Isis looked down and gasped. Jesus Christ the man was ginormous! He had to be at least eleven inches long and over two inches thick. The thickness of him surprised her more than the length. But, then again, Flare was a big, strong man—all over. She should have expected it—yet the reality was far more powerful than anything she could have imagined. Isis was intimidated for a moment, but only a moment. There was a certainty in her that this was right, that this was clean and pure and honest. And she knew Flare would make sure she was ready for his impalement. She let herself sink into the pleasure of being in Flare’s arms, letting all her fears and misgivings go.

Flare’s lips moved from breast to breast, as if he couldn’t decide which one was his favorite, and soon she was writhing beneath him. He’d laid her down so that her bottom was only just supported by the edge of the mattress and he sank to his knees by the bed to fit better against her. The naked feel of his cock in the wet channel of her spread legs made her give a short scream of excitement that seemed to drive Flare wild.

His kisses became more forceful. The darkness of his head moved down her as he pressed hot, hard kisses to her stomach. Then he seemed to grasp the reins of his control once more and he gentled his caress, lightly tracing his tongue up and down the middle of her body, nipping at her delicate skin with his lip.

Letting her hands fall away from his neck, she put them over her head and arched into his touch. His hands stroked her from hips to wrist, leaving a wake of fiery heat behind. He repeated the caress and she moaned. The tips of his fingers lingered on her wrists, feeling for the beating of her pulse, and Isis knew he was checking to see how aroused she was—as if the wetness of her body wasn’t evidence enough. He released her and Flare held her hips still as he bent lower and before she knew how to react, his lips and tongue were on her pussy.

Her hips nearly bucked him away. Isis cried out, long and low and loud, the sound echoing in both their ears. Flare’s hands pushed her legs impossibly wide and he licked her from clit to anus. Isis was mindless, out of control, and more than eager to 4experience more of his most wicked kiss. He licked her again, his saliva mixing with her own juices, making her so slippery that his tongue met no resistance when it finally penetrated her.

Isis shrieked and came up off the bed. But he stayed with her, plunging his tongue deep within her over and over again, his hands never leaving the tender flesh of her inner thighs as he forced her legs to stay open for him. Isis put her hands in his silky hair, fisting them there as she strained against him eagerly. Her entire body shook with her trembling and her heart felt like it would fly up into her throat.

“Please,” she begged in a ragged voice, not knowing what she was begging for but begging for it all the same. “Oh God, Flare,
please, please, please
!” Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, her hair tangling wildly around her flushed face. Flare thrust his tongue into her one last time, reaching impossibly deep inside of her.

One of his long, strong fingers thrust into her to replace his tongue and it was such a new and welcome sensation that she immediately came.

Through the haze of her climax she felt Flare bend his head and take her swollen clit between his lips. His finger began to thrust in and out of her quaking flesh, impaling her over and over again. The muscles of her cunt squeezed his finger with each thrust, sending starbursts of pleasure exploding throughout her body.

She nearly passed out. Her vision did gray a bit around the edges, but she rallied her strength and her hands hugged his head tighter against her clit. Her body moved of its own volition, undulating wildly beneath his hands and mouth, pressing her pussy ever closer to his face. Her body was alive with sensations she never even dreamed of.

Flare’s super-heated lips wandered up her body until he was kissing her mouth deeply once more. She could taste a trace of herself on his tongue but it didn’t repulse her, it only made her hungrier for more and she kissed him back with a vengeance that surprised them both.

A moan escaped her lips as Flare pulled back and she reached to bring him back, but he caught her hands, kissed her palms and set them away from him.

“I’ll be back in one second,” he said, and just like that he vanished from the room.

She sat up and her yell of pure frustration made her feel better about his leaving, but before she could even think about moving farther, Flare appeared once more, still gloriously nude. All that golden bronze skin just made her mouth water! There was a fistful of condoms in his hand and Isis frowned. He bent his head to hers, his hot breath mingling with hers.

“I don’t have any diseases,” she said.

“Neither do I,” he said with a quick, hard kiss to her lips. “But I need to protect you all the same.”

“But I want to feel you naked inside me,” she gasped out between kisses.

“Not yet,” he said firmly.

4He leaned back away from her and tossed all the condoms save one on her bedside table. Isis watched as his fingers quickly tore open the silver packet and placed the tip of the condom against the glistening tip of his cock. He rolled the condom up over him, stretching the material tight with his massive girth and length.

As soon as he was done Isis reached out and grabbed him, turning them so that he fell to the bed and she crawled up over his body, straddling him. For the very first time she was looking forward to what was coming next and it was a heady feeling. She’d never felt so free, so powerful as she did when she let her body sink down onto Flare’s cock.

The feeling of fullness, of tightness, was almost painful, but Flare put his hands on her breasts and squeezed her nipples and she relaxed against him, sinking down farther. The tip of him was finally inside of her, but there was a long way yet to go and she wriggled her hips to eagerly force more of him inside of her.

Flare’s hands immediately went to her hips and held her still. Then he slowly, gently lowered her over him. He stretched her so tight that she cried out with the pleasure-pain, and her body clamped down on his.

One of his hands drifted down between her legs and found her clit. The rough pads of his fingers squeezed and rubbed the hard nubbin of flesh and her head fell back with renewed ecstasy. Her body relaxed once more and she sank down farther over him.

“Just a little bit more, baby.” His words were low like a growl, yet soft and undemanding. “A little more, yeah, that’s it,” he praised as she kept sliding down around his dick. “Come on, baby. Take all of me.”

Isis sank down the last few inches quickly and they both cried out their pleasure.

He was so huge that he stole her breath away and boggled her mind. They stilled for several moments and then Flare began to guide her with his hands on her hips. He lifted her with a strength that stunned her, not straining in the least, and then he lowered her swiftly once more so that she caught her shriek of surprised pleasure in the back of her throat before it could escape.

Instinct took over and she began to ride him, not waiting for him to do the work by lifting her himself. Each stroke made them gasp and as her pace increased, so did the rhythm of their breathing.

The room was boiling hot now, as was Flare’s skin. His cock, buried so deep and tight in her, was so hot it nearly scorched her tender flesh. But he kept himself just cool enough to titillate her with the threat of burning her up completely. He didn’t need his fire to do that anyway. Only his kiss, his touch, his voice—these were enough to keep her hot and wet and ready.

Her breasts bounced as she slid up and down on him. He brought both hands back to her breasts, fingers gently rolling her nipples, and held them still for her.

So quickly that it astonished them both, Isis came again. Her body clamped down on his, so tight that Flare roared, and her pussy began to milk him with violent tremors.

4Flare thrust up high into her, lifting her body with his hips, and he shouted as he too joined her in climax.

Flare had never felt anything like this before. His cock was squeezed so tightly by her body that he could barely keep from ravaging her in his ever-mounting pleasure.