Heat LIghtning (7 page)

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels too good.”

“You’re wet. I love it that you’re so wet.”

“I have to taste you, Abby. I have to. I can’t think of anything I need more than to taste you. Can you hear me?”

She moaned softly, unwilling to be drawn away from this delicious moment.

“I’m going to lick you.” His mouth was inches from hers as he repeated the words. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she managed.

“I’m telling you this so you can imagine how wonderful that’s going to feel and so you’ll be ready for the sensations and not cry out. Do you understand?”

No response.

“Tell me you understand.”

“You’re going to lick, me and it’s going to be wonderful,” she repeated dutifully, dreamily.

He smiled as he listened to her, wishing she could always be this docile, this lusciously obedient. And then his mouth was where they both wanted it most. He licked her everywhere, and Abby fought against a building need to cry out. She groaned instead. “I can’t stand it. Oh my God, you’re killing me.”

“I’ve barely started,” he said, the words muffled against her warm flesh. “It’s only going to get a lot better.”

“It can’t. I’m not going to make it if it gets better.”

His hands were under her ass, lifting her so his mouth might more easily reach every part of her. He licked her from her wet channel to her ass and back again, circling with his tongue where his fingers had explored. And then up, to her pussy between the folds of womanly flesh, to her clit, to force deep agonizing groans of pleasure from her throat.

He sucked at her clit, absorbing her juices and delighting in her taste. A moment later, he was suddenly lying over her. “I knew you’d taste like this. God, I knew it.”

His mouth covered hers, and he showed her how much he loved the sweet taste he’d encountered.

“We taste good,” she muttered.

“We taste better than good. We taste delicious.”

Once again, his mouth left hers. The barn filled with the low moans of his pleasure. She raised her hips as his mouth reached her hot, wet channel and began to suck at her essence.

He knelt before her, her skirts were pushed to her waist, her legs spread, his cock ready, harder than he’d ever been in his life. More than he wanted to breathe he longed to ram himself into her, but he wouldn’t. It might very well kill him, but he was going to go slow. He was going to enjoy every movement, every silky length of skin, every sweet, delectable inch of firm muscle.

His finger continued rotating her little nub of pleasure as his cock strove to enter the tightest pussy he’d ever encountered.
Jesus! She was as tight as a schoolmarm’s ass.

For the first time, Linc was glad it was dark. If she saw his grin at his wayward thought, it sure as hell would snap her back to reason, and he didn’t want that any more than he wanted another woman beneath him.

He gained entrance slowly, purposely. Her muscles were hard, tight, almost unyielding. Gently, he continued to play with her clit, knowing it would make all the difference. She was just minutes, perhaps seconds, from welcoming him into her heat. Jesus, this was going to be something. His body hummed with excitement, knowing he was her first. If he had anything to say about it—and he definitely did—he’d be her last.

“Kiss me,” he said, leaning forward as he continued the stimulation. “Kiss me, Abby.”

And she did. And, in the doing, damn near rocked his world. She held nothing back, but taking her cue from his previous actions, she set out to explore his mouth, and while mastering the act, she captured his heart, as well.

“Linc,” she cried, “Linc, something is… I can’t. This time, it’s too much.”

He smiled, realizing what she was about.

A thickening was crawling its way over her stomach. It lay heavy upon her, tightening her muscles, bringing her to the point of near pain. She wanted this; she needed it. On the train, beneath the rubble, he’d brought about much the same feeling, only then she hadn’t known what to expect. Now, she did. Now, she knew the pleasure that awaited her. Only this was more than the first time.

“My God, I think you’re killing me,” she murmured against his mouth. “Linc, this is—”

“Delicious,” he said, finishing for her.

She strained forward into the pleasure greedy for it, hungry for all he could give her. “My stomach,” she gritted between clenched teeth. “It hurts.” A band was growing tighter. “Wait,” she said, trying to back away from something that promised to be too much to bear. “Linc, wait, this time it’s too much.”

“Give it a minute,” he said above her. His every breath a study in control.

She was gasping. “It’s going to kill me.”

“Damn, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Linc,” she murmured and then shuddered uncontrollably. “It’s coming. Oh God, it’s coming.” She moaned and reached deeply for her next breath and threw her head back, lost in the pleasure. Her hips rose toward his. She grunted as she reached wildly, desperately for the pain, blindly into the ecstasy. A low guttural cry began deep in her throat.

Linc knew neighbors were going to hear this from a mile away if he didn’t stop her now. Only he couldn’t. Not with his hands. One was bringing her the pleasure, while the other held her securely in place. He leaned down and kissed her, muffling her cries with his mouth, swallowing her glory, her pain, the rapture of her total capitulation.

Moments later, she moaned as he settled into place, deep inside her. So deep their bodies pressed tightly together, and his balls lay deliciously upon her rounded ass, while the after shocks of squeezing muscles continued to torment his cock to madness. “I want you. God, I can’t tell you how good this feels, how good you feel.”

Abby arched her neck, her back, and finally her hips, the movement bringing them closer together. He was gasping for his every breath.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I need to wait.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re new at this, and it won’t be good for you if I don’t wait.”

“It feels pretty good so far.”

“That felt better than pretty good, and don’t be a brat.”

Abby laughed, and the laughter caused her muscles to squeeze tighter around his cock.

He trembled in mind-shattering pleasure. “Jesus.”

“Are you sure you want to wait?”

“Oh my God, are you trying to tease me into making love to you?”

“Me? I wouldn’t think of it, I’m sure.”

“When you stretch like that, I’m damn near… Jesus, I’m crazy about you.”

“You’re crazy period.”

Gently, slowly, he began to move in and out of her. “Kiss me again.”

She groaned at the sensations he caused her. “I don’t kiss strange men.”

Linc laughed.

“And you are the strangest man I’ve met to date.”

“Kiss me anyway.”

“I suppose I could spare a kiss,” she shrugged then gasped as the sensations began again, the tightening across her stomach, the heavy ache for more of this magic. “But only one, mind you.”

“I only want one,” he said as he pushed harder, deeper into her. “Make it a good one; it’ll have to last me some.”

“Will it? I wonder why?” she asked as her mouth teased his. She rubbed her lips back and forth, soft, softer, tempting his to part, and when he did, she sucked the taste of him into her, devouring him with teeth and tongue, she sought out every hot delicious mysterious crevice

Then she forgot their teasing words. Forgot to think, forgot everything but the need for more of this delicious man. Her thoughts and vision, her entire world narrowed into one desperate tormented purpose. She had to have more. He had to give her more.

And he did. He gave and he gave until she thought she couldn’t bear the pleasure another second and keep a thread of her mind.

Her body grew tight. “More,” she grunted above the sounds of their desperate breaths. “You have to give me more.”

“Yes,” he managed. “I can hardly hear above the pounding of blood in my ears. I think you’re killing me, and Jesus, I have to.”

He groaned.

She was helpless but to allow her body its wants. Any control, any rational thought, had long disappeared. She felt her muscles squeeze at his cock, while the building torment throbbing from her core took the last of her mind. A blackness closed over her, and Abby vaguely wondered if she would live through torment so intense. It pulled her further then further again toward the blinding sun. Lights flashed behind her closed lids, her jaw locked, her lips parted as she sucked in a lungful of air through her teeth. She moaned for the agony, the glorious agony, for which she strove. A cry of ecstasy was torn from deep in her throat as she nearly threw him off so forceful, so desperate was her need to experience the insanity she knew awaited.

He pressed into her, hard, devastatingly hard, his body straining, his eyes closed, his mouth twisting as if consumed by anguish.

She eagerly joined him in the madness as they both strained toward the pleasure, impatiently awaiting the coming rapture, and she knew it would be ecstasy, for her aching need was never higher, never more intense. And finally, she felt the tremors, the jerking, uncontrollable, deliciously warm gush of his cum filling her.

All Abby knew was pleasure the likes of which had no measure or equal. It was beyond belief that this existed and no one had ever told her. No one had ever introduced her to this magic. She was almost twenty years old and hadn’t ever, until tonight, imagined anything this good could be endured outside of heaven. There was no way she’d ever deny herself again. From now on, if a man attracted her, she would take what she wanted, thank him sincerely and never see him again. Just like she would do to this beast.

Granted, he had introduced her to magic, to ecstasy beyond belief, but he had also ruined her. She had once thought to marry. Now, that plan was out of the question, and it was his fault. He knew what he was doing, knew her to be a decent woman and yet had purposely enticed her to join him, disregarding what this one act would cost her.

“I must be out of my mind,” she moaned as she allowed him to cuddle her close against him.

“Why?”

“To allow you to convince me to do this.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

“Liking it is hardly important, wouldn’t you say? You knew what you were doing and didn’t care. Now, I can’t marry. And it’s all your fault.”

“Is it? You mean to say I forced you?”

“I mean to say and I do say that you tricked me.”

“All I did was bring you in here. I didn’t make you do a damn thing.”

“I hate you.”

“And you certainly
can
marry. If you’re set on it, you can marry me, if you like.”

“I’m sure I’ve never received a more romantic proposal. I can marry you, if I like. Do you mean to say you’ll make the supreme sacrifice?”

“I mean you’re a snotty little brat, and maybe, I won’t marry you after all. And the next time I make love to you, it’s going to be in light. I’ve yet to see what I’ve touched. And I need to see this,” he said as his hand covered her mound. His fingers threaded through her damp curls.