Dalakis Passion 4 - Eternal Brothers (36 page)

her tummy jump, but she didn't flinch away from him. His cock began to swell as the
sweet scent of the soft, warm woman in his arms reached his nostrils.
Taking his time, he slid his hands under her top, pushing it upward and finally
over her head. Dropping it to the floor, he stared at her in the mirror. Her breasts were
moving up and down as her breathing deepened. He knew it was part fear and part
arousal as her nipples were puckered tight against the soft cotton fabric of her bra.
"You are so beautiful, Blythe, inside and out." The late afternoon sun shone in
through the window, wrapping her in its glow. His breath feathered across her nape
and as he watched, goose bumps rose on her flesh. He rubbed his hands gently up and
down her arms as he leaned inward, placing an openmouthed kiss on the back of her
neck.
She shivered and leaned back against him, her entire body softening against his.
"Beautiful," he murmured again as he rested his hands on her stomach and then began
the slow slide upward. He paused just beneath the curve of her breasts. She sucked in a
breath, but didn't move. "Only if you want,
darlin
'," he reminded her.
Her hands covered his and they stood there, neither of them moving. Her eyes met
his, steady and sure as she repositioned his hands until they were covering the plump
mounds. "I want." Her voice, a husky whisper, had his cock twitching against the
zipper of his jeans, urging him to hurry. He struggled for control, knowing that he
needed it more now than ever. He never wanted to do anything to frighten Blythe.
"Should we close the drapes?"
"Only if you want to,
darlin
'.
I'd rather see all of you, but it's your choice."
"Leave them open."
Pleased, he made slow circles with his thumbs, caressing her nipples. "You feel
good.
So soft and more than a handful."
She laughed as he'd hoped she would, a smile
playing around the corner of her lips.
"You're a breast man?"
"I'm a Blythe man," he corrected. "There isn't anything about you that doesn't
fascinate me." Taking a chance, he flicked the front closure of the bra with his fingers
and peeled the cups away. When she didn't protest, he leaned back long enough to tug
the straps down her arms. The bra fell to the floor, unnoticed by either of them. All
Cassidy's attention was focused on Blythe.
This time when he touched her, he felt only soft, supple flesh. His hands molded
her breasts, his fingers stroked them, brushing over her distended nipples. They were
large and rosy and he had to taste them.
"Keep watching in the mirror." He shifted until he was in front of her, angling his
body so she could still see. Then he leaned down and flicked his tongue over her nipple.
She moaned and swayed closer to him. Encouraged by her reaction, he did it again, this
time curling his tongue around her hard nub.
Her breath caught in her throat.
"Again."
Cassidy kissed the swollen tip before wrapping his lips over it and sucking gently.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails making small crescent wounds in his skin.
His erection was throbbing nonstop and his balls ached. Reaching down, he undid the
button on his jeans and tugged down the zipper. His cock pushed against his
underwear, so he shoved it out of the way, breathing a sigh of relief, which was short-
lived as Blythe chose that moment to cup the back of his head, tugging him closer.
It was everything he'd imagined it would be and more. She tasted sweet and salty
as he sucked and laved first one nipple and then the other. He cupped her breasts,
teasing them with his fingers. Blythe sucked in a breath and then whimpered, her hips
swaying toward him.
"More?"
Her eyes were glazed with desire as she nodded and that was all the permission
that he needed. Ever-so slowly, he sat back on his heels and reached for the opening of
her jeans. He undid the button and slid down the zipper. Reaching his hands inside the
fabric, he shoved it over her hips, taking her plain white bikini underwear with it. He
was thankful that she wasn't wearing shoes. It was simple enough for him to remove
her socks as he got her to lift one foot at a time as he whisked off her jeans and panties.
Then she was gloriously naked in front of him. She quivered and started to cover
herself, only to stop and drop her arms by her sides.
"You too."
He realized then that he was still totally dressed.
Stupid.
The last thing he wanted
her to feel was as if she were on display for him. He didn't want past memories tainting
their first time together.
He quickly stood and shucked his shirt, only taking the time to undo the buttons at
the cuff and the neck before yanking it over his head and tossing it aside. It took him a
bit longer to pull off his boots and socks. His jeans were already open, his erection
standing tall and proud, proclaiming his need for her. "Are you sure?" It might kill him
if she said no, but he'd get through it somehow. Still he heaved a sigh of relief when she
nodded. His jeans and underwear were discarded in record time and he stood before
her, letting her look her fill.
Her light blonde hair was tousled, forming a halo around her face. Her lips were
damp, her mouth parted. Her blue eyes were wide as she reached out and touched his
cock. The head bobbed toward her as she stroked her thumb over it. A thick pearl of
fluid seeped from the tip and she spread it over the head.
Her nipples glistened in the afternoon sun from where he'd sucked them. Reaching
out, he touched them gently, groaning when she wrapped her hand around his shaft
and stroked. "You keep that up and I won't last."
She jerked her hand away. "I'm sorry."
Cassidy picked up her hand and returned it to his cock. "I'm not, but I'd rather be
inside you when I come."
She hesitated and then smiled. "I think I'd like that too."
Scooping her up into his arms, he laid her down on the bed and followed,
stretching out beside her. Leaning down, he kissed her.
Softly.
Slowly.
Her lip had a
small cut and her face had to be sore, so he was very gentle, grazing his mouth over
hers. She gasped and parted her lips and he stroked his tongue inward, savoring the
taste of her. Like a fine wine, she seduced him without even trying. Her hand fluttered
upward, stroking the side of his face as he deepened the caress. He wanted to devour
her but knew that a deeper kiss would have to wait until she was healed.
Breaking the kiss, he left a string of kisses down the line of her jaw and then down
the curve of her neck. He lingered over her breasts, enjoying the way she moaned as he
sucked her nipples. Her legs shifted restlessly, her hips tilting toward him, seeking his
hardness and his heat as her fingers clutched at his shoulders. He rubbed his cock
against her thigh, groaning when she reached out and stroked him with her hand.
His cock was throbbing continuously now, his balls tight to his body. He swallowed
hard and thought about a cold shower. It didn't help. Knowing he was running out of
time, he shifted lower, making a place for himself between her spread thighs. She
whimpered and he looked up at her. "Yes," she moaned.
Her legs widened and he took a deep breath, still fighting for control. Her musky
scent wafted up, enticing him, luring him. He stroked his hands up the insides of her
thighs as he lowered his head. Using his thumbs, he opened her sex wide. She was wet
and pink and absolutely beautiful. And if he'd had any doubts about her being a
natural blonde, they were gone. Even her pubic hair was light blonde.
He licked up one side of her labia and down the other, reveling in her whimpers of
need. His tongue flicked over the tight bud of nerves at the apex of her sex and she
arched upward, crying out his name.
Desire, pride and pleasure surged through him. He wanted her to come. He stroked
her with his fingers, dipping one inside her opening. The muscles clenched around
them as he withdrew.
"Sam," she groaned, wrapping her legs around his shoulders to hold him tight to
her.
This time, he thrust two fingers inside her. Her hips arched as he stroked her clitoris
with his tongue. Her heels dug into his back as he pulled his fingers out and shoved
them in again. "Come for me." He blew on her heated flesh and she cried out again.
Sweat was dripping down his temple and his back. With the last sunshine of the day
embracing her in its warmth, she looked like a pagan goddess come to life.
He pushed her harder with his fingers and mouth. Felt the tension rising in her. His
cock ached and throbbed, but he ignored it, all his attention on Blythe. She went rigid, a
soft keening noise escaping her lips as she came. Her body bucked and heaved as he
continued to push her with his fingers. Dampness drenched his hand as her inner
muscles contracted and relaxed. Finally, she let out a soft whimper and collapsed, her
legs sliding off his back to land with a thump on the mattress.
Cassidy heaved a sigh of relief and reached down to press hard just beneath his
balls. Liquid seeped heavily from the tip of his cock and he gritted his teeth and tried
not to think about the warm woman lying next to him who'd just come so sweetly. Her
scent was all around him and on his hands. Shifting to the side, he pulled himself up
beside her and buried his face in the pillows.
Blythe slowly floated back to earth. She'd had an orgasm before, but it had been
years ago, long before she'd ever heard the name
Jethro
Prince. But she was darn sure
that it had never been anything that resembled what had just happened. She felt totally
relaxed, absolutely safe and completely sated.
Her toes curled into the blankets beneath her and she sighed. She wanted to roll
around on the sheets and purr like a contented cat. She opened her eyes when Sam
shifted up to lie beside her. She blinked when he buried his face in the pillow, not
looking at her. Before she could work up a good worry about what was wrong, he
groaned. She could see his hand between his thighs and realized that he hadn't come.
Okay, so it wasn't her fault she'd forgotten all about him. He'd played her body as
if it was a finely tuned instrument and he was a master player. She hadn't been able to
think about anything.
Only been able to feel.
"Sam." He flinched when she touched his shoulder, but turned his head so he was
facing her. "Thank you."
She almost smiled at the look of barely repressed lust on his face. "You're
welcome." He buried his face back in the pillow. It was then she realized that he didn't
expect anything out of her. He thought that they were finished.
If she hadn't already loved him, she would now. For the first time in years, she felt
feminine confidence surge through her. Apparently, the year in purgatory with
Jethro
Prince hadn't injured her permanently as she'd feared. But she was smart enough to
know that it might have taken her years to start the process of recovering if she hadn't
met Sam. And she wasn't fooling herself. This was just the beginning, but it was a darn
fine way to start.
"Sam." She waited until he turned his head to look at her. "Can you roll over?" He
took a deep breath and heaved himself onto his back. She stared at his impressive
erection. The head of his cock was red and wet and the blue vein that ran the entire
length pulsed under her gaze. "Do you have any condoms?"
His pale blue eyes darkened slightly and then one corner of his mouth kicked up in
a smile.
"In the top drawer of the bedside table."
She reached over him and opened the
door, ignoring his groan as her breast grazed him. Then it was her turn to moan when
he surged up and clamped his mouth around her nipple, sucking hard.
Laughing, she managed to keep a hold of the box as she all but fell back onto the
bed. Sam shot her an unrepentant grin as she fumbled with the opening of the box and
hauled out a foil packet. She'd never laughed in bed before. Everything was different
with Sam.
With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like a Greek sculpture sprawled out on
the bed. Every muscle was chiseled to perfection and he had the lightest brushing of
hair on his chest, which narrowed down to a thicker amount around his cock. And he
was all hers to enjoy. His erection strained upward as she carefully rolled the latex over
it. When that was done she threw her leg over his waist, straddling him.
She caressed his chest, loving the hard feel of his muscles beneath her hands. She
could feel his heart
pounding,
hear his breathing getting faster and faster. "Blythe," he
warned and she knew that now was not the time to tease him. He was too close to the
edge for that. There would be plenty of other times to touch him and to tease him.
Raising herself up on her knees, she reached behind, gripping his shaft. An inch at a
time, she lowered herself, taking him inside her. It was difficult because he was large
and her inner muscles were still swollen, but finally he filled her.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." There was no mistaking the admiration in his voice as he
gripped her hips in his hands and urged her up. She placed her hands on his hard abs,
using them for support as he lowered her back down again. Catching the rhythm, she
began to move, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. Before long, she was lost in
their lovemaking, reaching for another orgasm.
Sam released her waist and stroked his fingers over her clit. She felt as if her blood
was on fire as she slammed herself back down on him. It wasn't enough. She needed
more. "Sam," she cried, not really sure what she was asking him for.
He swore, wrapped his arms around her and rolled them so that she was beneath
him. Shoving his arms under her legs, he planted his hands on the mattress up by her
shoulders. The new position left her legs wide open and unable to move. She was at the
mercy of his thrusts. Groaning, she tilted her hips toward him, pressing her head and
shoulders back into the pillows.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned as he began to thrust. He got faster and harder, their sweat-
slick bodies sliding together. She could feel the heat in her pussy as the muscles