Emerald Green (2 page)

His voice was like a hypnotic drug to her, holding her in thrall while he unbuttoned her blouse with great care and slipped it from her shoulders. He stroked her shoulders and the bare flesh of her upper arms, raising goose bumps that had nothing to do with the cold. A quick dip of his head and the tip of his tongue licked the hollow of her throat where the pendant lay, sparkling and green.

“Your skin is like the petals of a flower. A rose. Soft and delicate but with a heady fragrance.” He nipped one shoulder lightly. “I could spend hours just licking and nibbling at it.” A wicked grin turned up the corners of his mouth. “Everywhere.”

“Ohhhh.” The word was more a sigh, a whisper on an indrawn breath. She imagined Connor’s mouth on all the intimate parts of her body—her breasts, her nipples, her cunt that was now pouring fluids into the crotch of her already dampened panties. An involuntary flex of pussy muscles let her know that just his words were igniting desire within her.

A quick twist of his fingers on the front clasp of her bra and it too, dropped to the blanket. The faint breeze whispered against her skin as she stood half-naked in the sunlight before him.

“Beautiful.” His hands cupped her breasts, cradling them in his palms. “Just beautiful. You have the breasts of a goddess. I am but a humble slave come to worship at them.”

Meredith wanted to clench her thighs together to control the increasing throb in her vagina, a pulsating she felt all the way through her womb. She wondered if he could actually talk her into orgasm.

Connor’s hands moved and he took her nipples in his fingers and pinched and tugged them, raking the edge of a fingernail over the hardened point. Meredith’s first instinct was to pull back. Her ex-bridegroom had always criticized her breasts as too small, her nipples as too large. But the look in Connor’s eyes told her he saw them differently.

“Someone criticized these magnificent breasts,” he guessed. “Tell me who it is and I’ll beat his face in.”

“I-It’s all right,” she stammered.”

“No, it’s not.” He pressed his thumbs against the nipples. “Whoever it was had the brains of an ass. Your breasts are perfect, your nipples even more so. I wish I had emerald nipple rings for you.” He brushed his thumbs back and forth in a steady motion. “They’d be outstanding on you. How I’d love to see these tight peaks swollen and aching, hardening to my touch.” He dropped his hands. “But we don’t so we’ll improvise.”

She frowned. “Improvise?”

“Uh-huh.” He lifted the bag with his fudge in it and grinned. “I told you I’d share this with you. I just didn’t tell you how.”

He reached into the bag, broke off a piece, rolled it in his fingers to soften it and molded it to one nipple. Meredith looked down and sensation shot through her, sizzling every nerve in her body. She clenched her fists to keep from falling to her knees.

Connor repeated the process with the other nipple, playing with the softened candy until he was satisfied. Then he bent his head and began to eat from one breast, his teeth taking tiny nips from the rich confection and scraping her sensitive flesh. His tongue felt like a soft brush whisking over her skin, calling down a firestorm of sensations that raced through her body. He was gentle but merciless and her breath caught at the back of her throat.

Meredith thanked God his hands clasped her arms firmly or she really would have fallen. The sensation was so erotic she felt more liquid seep from her cunt. She knew by now her panties were drenched.

They stood there while he finished every bit of the candy, licking the last little bit from each breast. When he was done he bit down gently on each nipple, then suckled it, drawing the last of the flavor into his mouth.

“My God,” she whispered.

“Oh sweetheart, we haven’t even begun.”

He unbuttoned her slacks and lowered the zipper, then slid the material down her hips to her ankles, lifting each foot to free it. When she was almost naked he knelt before her, his gaze raking over the tiny scrap of green silk that covered her mound. He grasped the lace edging at the top between his teeth and drew the fabric away from her, his hair brushing against her thighs and his breath like a kiss on her skin. Very slowly he pulled the fabric down, inch by maddening inch, until the minuscule panties too, were tossed to the side.

He sat back on his heels, looking at her with those whiskey-colored eyes, until she thought she’d go mad if he didn’t do something. Every pulse in her body vibrated. Her blood, racing through her veins, felt like molten lava. She had never, ever been so hot in her life. And they’d hardly done anything.

She waited until she couldn’t stand it a moment longer. “Touch me.” Her voice sounded strangled. She could barely get the words out.

Connor breathed gently against her skin. “My pleasure.”

His hands nudged at her ankles, telling her silently to move her legs apart. Gripping her hips with his long fingers, he used his thumbs to open her labia, then leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue over her clit. Meredith could barely stand as a hunger stronger than any she’d ever known swept over her. The evidence of her arousal trickled down the inside of one thigh and heat suffused her. That one lick of his slightly roughened tongue erased any memories she had of any other man’s touch on her body. Every inch of her vibrated, her body demanded satisfaction and all he’d done was taste her once.

God! She was lost and she knew it.

With a touch as light as a feather Connor teased at her clit, lapping at it, tasting it, swirling his tongue over it until she was ready to scream in frustration.

He moved his head back, his lips and chin wet with her cream. “You taste like strawberries, just as I imagined.” He licked his lips. “But I think it’s time for a different taste.”

Standing up, he lifted her in his arms and placed her full length on the blanket. “Don’t move,” he told her, a wicked gleam in his eyes and a grin teasing at one corner of his mouth. With swift movements he shed his own clothes until he too, was naked in the sunlight.

Meredith couldn’t take her eyes away from him. Every muscle in his body was defined, like a sculpture. Fine dark hair that her fingers itched to touch covered a tanned chest and tight abs. His fit body tapered from broad shoulders to lean hips and narrowed to a line over his flat belly directly to his groin. She stared at his jutting erection in open-mouthed admiration. Long and thick, with a broad plum-colored head, his cock extended from a nest of curls as dark as those on his head and his chest. Below it, heavy testicles rested against his thighs. Moisture pooled in her mouth at the thought of tasting that delicious-looking cock.

His eyes focused tightly on her body, Connor stroked his penis once, from root to tip and back again.

“When I slip this into your body, Meredith, you’ll know you’re well and truly fucked. You’ll feel every inch of me inside you, filling you, stretching what I damn well know is a perfect little cunt so tight it’ll feel like a vise gripping me. And when I fuck you, you’ll climax like never before in your life. I promise you that.” He released himself and dropped to his knees, reaching for the bag of fudge. His eyes were hot as they swept over her body. “But first, we’re going to give a whole new meaning to the words ‘eat you up’.”

Connor knelt on the blanket, kissed her knees and with gentle hands bent them and spread her legs wide. His breath hissed as his eyes feasted on her weeping slit.

Meredith shivered in anticipation. She wondered why she didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious, lying here naked under the sky, her entire cunt open to a man she’d never met before today. But rather than feeling embarrassment or discomfort she was in the grip of a feeling of total sensuality. She wanted to feel his hands and his mouth everywhere, his thick cock filling her tight channel.

Whatever it was he had in mind, she knew she would crave it. He could do anything with her and she’d cry for more. How had this happened to her? She reached up and touched the pendant. Did the little piece of jewelry have magic embedded in it?

She wet her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. “You’re right,” she told him.

“About?” He was kissing the insides of her thighs, his mouth like a silken caress.

“The emeralds. It’s so strange. I can feel them burning against my skin. Sending messages through my body. Making me feel…”

“Yes?” he prompted.

“Lust,” she finally said. “They make me feel lustful.”

“Good. That’s what I mean them to do.” His eyes glittered like the precious stones themselves. “I’m going to satisfy that lust and pleasure myself while I’m doing it.” He opened her labia wide, bent his head and lapped the entire length of her slit.

“Ohmigod!” She arched up to meet him. “Connor!”

His hands branded her where he touched her and his hair brushed against her like strands of fire. With every lick she felt her juices flow, pouring onto his tongue. The walls of her cunt quivered with need and she pushed herself against the thrusting tongue. When he ran the tip of his tongue along the crease between her thigh and her mound she grabbed for his head, trying to pull him closer. She wanted his whole face on her, touching her pussy everywhere.

He lifted his head and pulled back, removing her hands and placing them on either side of her. “Hold on, sweet thing. I have a treat for you.”

She heard the crackle of the paper bag from the store. Then his lean, wonderful fingers were sliding something into her vagina, pushing it in as far as he could reach, rubbing it into her flesh. It felt like a thick substance, titillating and not at all unpleasant.

“What?”

“We’ve hardly made a dent in the fudge, sweetheart. Hmm.” His voice had a wicked tone to it. “Strawberries and chocolate are a decadent treat. When I said I’d share my fudge with you I meant it.”

“Are you—”

“Mm-hmm.” He buried his face between her thighs, his breath tickling her mound. “Just lie back, sweetheart and let me enjoy my snack.”

Streaks of electricity jolted her as she felt him rub the fudge into her cunt and over her clit. Erotic images intensified, beating at her like an internal drum and warm liquid trickled out to bathe her heated flesh.

Connor took a long time pressing the fudge into the slickness of Meredith’s vaginal sheath. Lean fingers that shook slightly at the sweet feelings of her pussy rubbed the gooey taste treat into her tissues, reveling in the feel of her slick walls. Each time he reached inside her his fingers danced along the quivering flesh, rubbing lightly to coat her with the thick confection. Occasionally he would pinch her clit with his other hand, not hard, just enough that more of her cream released onto his hand.

He felt her pussy begin to clench and her hips automatically start to rock when he massaged the candy far enough into her vagina to reach her G-spot, curling his fingers to rub back and forth. He sensed her poised on the brink of orgasm but he wasn’t ready yet to give her that release. He hadn’t had nearly enough of touching her, of feeling that cunt around his fingers, of toying with the hot little clit that was already swollen and a dark rosy red. He wondered if forever would be long enough to play with her like this.

“I know you want to come, Meredith.” His voice was tight with his own restrained desire. “But not until I’ve touched and eaten my fill and driven you so wild you’ll shatter into a million pieces. Not until I say you can, Meredith.” He pinched her clit. “Hold off for me, Meredith. That’s an order. Do not come until I tell you to.”

His thumbs opened her moist center as wide as possible and he stabbed his tongue deep into her, scooping at the chocolate with the tip. With long, lazy strokes he licked at the confection inside her, reaching to the very bottom of her slick canal. In and out he stroked with his clever tongue, licking and swallowing. Her inner flesh, her outer lips, her clit and the tiny spots on either side of it. And he took his time about it, tasting slowly and thoroughly.

Connor withdrew his tongue and lifted his head. “Hold your breasts for me, sweetheart. Take them in your palms.” He nodded when she did. “Good. That’s good. Just like that.” His eyes darkened. “Now roll your nipples between your fingers. Pinch them for me. Hard. Come on, Meredith. Oh, yes. Squeeze them until it hurts enough to make you want to come. There. Oh, God, that’s a beautiful sight.”

Breathing unevenly, Meredith did as he asked.

Connor felt his cock twitch in response, watching her cup her breasts and hold them out to him like a sumptuous treat. God, he could suck on those plump offerings forever, they were so firm and perfect. He wanted to take her long nipples into his mouth and bite on them until they turned a dusky rose and swelled to bursting, then teased the pebbled flesh with the tip of his tongue.