The Dryad in Her Pool (2 page)

A small functioning part of her mind knew something was wrong, but the primitive side of her nature took over and pretty much bitch-slapped higher reasoning. The feel of his naked, wet, muscled body pressed against hers shot her lust to even greater heights until she moaned into his mouth, pleading for more.

Giving her what her body craved, he threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair, holding her in place while he devoured her mouth. Unbidden, Quinn found her hands up against his bare chest as their mouths tangled.

Deepening the kiss,
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ran his other hand down her side to her cotton-covered ass and hauled her hard against his firm frame. Quinn practically purred at the dominant gesture. The hard length of his cock nestled against her stomach. In direct response, her underwear grew even damper. Her nipples went hard beneath the soft cotton of her shirt. She wanted to rip her clothes off and rub herself against him. It had been a long time since she’d taken a man to bed, and no man had ever lit the fire of need inside her. Maybe this was just her sex-starved body’s way of getting a hard cock deep inside.

A thickly muscled thigh spread her thighs and pressed against her wet pussy. Quinn moaned into his mouth as she pushed back into the pleasure. The pressure sent tidal waves of delight through her body. Using the long length of his hair to pull him even closer, she returned his kiss with a desperation Quinn knew he could more than match. She arched into him as he roughly cupped her breast through her shirt.

Shamelessly, she ground herself against his thigh, fanning the flames of desire even as her body burned hotter. Moaning, she released his wide shoulders and moved her hands down his broad back. Tracing the muscles with the tips of her blunt nails, Quinn was relieved and excited to hear his groan of arousal.

He licked and sucked at her mouth, feeding their passion with each taste while demanding more. She opened herself, willing to give him whatever he wanted.

Moaning in protest when his lips left hers, Quinn cut off her complaints when he trailed his lips down her chin to the side of her neck. He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth only to then lave the hurt with the heat of his tongue.

“More,” she demanded, holding his head tight to her passion-hot body.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, Quinn’s hottie shook his head in denial. “Say my name,” he ordered her, their bodies pressed tightly together. “I want to hear it falling from your lips every time I make you come.”

Oh, she could so get behind any plan that had her coming more than once. As she opened her mouth to agree, Quinn frowned at the ugly reality rearing its head. “I…”

Laser-hot blue eyes drilled into her. “What?” The hard tone of desire sparked the same need within, but, no matter how much she wanted this man, some things even she couldn’t overlook.

“I don’t know it,” she mumbled while the flush of embarrassment coloured her cheeks.

Reluctantly, Quinn pushed against his hard shoulders, desperate to get some distance between them before her remaining two brain cells packed up and left.

“I am called Reece,” he said before he dipped to trail damp kisses down the column of her throat. He moved his hands from her head and hip to cup her swollen, aching breasts. Through the thin material of her shirt, he took one tight nipple between his teeth and tugged.

Despite her words from moments ago, Quinn’s will was lost under the haze of passion this man—Reece—was capable of building within her. Her hips arched into the cradle of his as wet heat gathered between her thighs. The heat almost overwhelmed her as her body desperately craved more.

She moved her arms back up to circle around Reece’s neck as he backed her into the middle of the great room. He kept his hands busy, moving them from her breasts to skim down her back to cup the swell of her ass. As he pulled her closer, the rigid length of his cock pressed against the softness of her stomach. Her pussy pulsed with need to have him inside her, filling her with every thick inch of him. Reece growled low in his chest. The ache of arousal grew tighter, causing her juices to leak into her already soaked underwear.

Slowly Reece backed her to the wide, deep-cushioned couch, whispering soft words against her lips.

“The scent of you is driving me insane. I need to taste you, feel your sweet honey coating my tongue and running down my throat…”

The erotic words, more intimate than her last lover’s entire sexual repertoire, melted whatever reservations might have lingered within her desire-soaked brain. His long, drugging kisses were winding her body tighter and tighter.

Reaching the arm of the rich brown leather couch, Reece toppled both of them over until his heavy weight rested on her. With gentle but impatient hands, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head. His heated blue gaze never left her naked flesh as he tossed it to the floor.

“Perfect,” he said softly, seemingly more to himself than to her before moving back to her skin. Then he reached out to roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger while his lips teased their way to it. When he finally reached the aching nub, Quinn practically panted with desire. The touch of his tongue circling the taut peak made her plead. Reece put his free arm around her waist and bent her slightly over it as he opened his mouth and sucked her eager flesh between his lips. With each strong draw, more honey leaked from her pussy.

Reece moved to her neglected breast, lavishing the same attention on it. She dug her nails deep into the hard flesh of his shoulders, her need building second by second as he continued to pleasure her. Quinn wantonly rubbed her panty-covered pussy against him. The heat and hardness of his cock made her ache to have it thrust deep inside her.

Finally Reece lifted his head. Their eyes met over the swell of her wet nipple as he ground his heavy erection into waiting dampness. When he refused to move beyond that simple touch, Quinn stretched up until their lips met. Then she took possession of his mouth with shocking eagerness. She sucked his talented tongue deeper into her mouth.

When he slid his hand down into the front of her embarrassingly wet underwear, Quinn jumped at the heat of his hand touching her so intimately. His thick finger circled her clit before pushing inside her tight pussy.

“By Gaia’s breasts, you are so ready for me, so wet and eager to have me fuck you.” The words were whispered as Reece brushed soft kisses down the length of her jaw. “Now I’ll have what I want, what I must have.”

Nuzzling the side of her neck, Reece shifted position until he stood with his legs encasing hers. He leaned over enough to keep his weight off her. When his hands pressed against the butter soft leather, the movement shifted Quinn to her side. Reece muttered something disparaging about her expensive couch before scooping her up in his arms.

“The bedroom?” he questioned in a low, desperate tone she couldn’t deny.

Somehow, within seconds of her pointing the way, Quinn’s back was resting against her soft cotton sheets while Reece leaned over her. He trailed kisses from one side of her neck to the top of her shoulders. Nipping kisses rained over her sensitive skin as she moved into his touch. Taking his time, he moved down her body—licking, tasting and kissing everywhere. Reaching her pebbled nipples, he sucked each one deep into the heat of his mouth, teasing his tongue around the sensitive peaks until Quinn begged, arching her back, shoving more of her flesh into the depths of his mouth.

Reece abandoned her tight breasts to move down her body. By the time he’d tasted and nibbled his way past her stomach—pausing only long enough to tease his tongue around her belly button—he was on his knees before her. Running both hands down her sides, he hooked the top of her underwear with his fingers. The gentle motion left her completely unprepared for his next move.

Using his teeth, Reece ripped the soft cotton material completely off her damp body. She lay naked before him, vulnerable in a way she didn’t understand, but refused to accept.

“Come up here,” she cajoled, holding her arms out.

The blazing heat and need dominating his eyes nearly seared her to the bone as their gazes met. “Will have your taste in my mouth first. Then I’ll fuck you until neither one of us can move. After that, I can claim you in front of my colony and my tree.”

“Huh?” Yeah, there were a few things she needed to be clarified for her continued good mental health—like how he’d moved them from the living room to the bedroom in just the blink of an eye—but now wasn’t the time. No, the only thing she wanted to know was how hot and hard he’d feel filling her up.

“
Mine,
” he growled. Using the width of his shoulders Reece spread her thighs farther apart. Then he lifted her legs and moved both of her feet to rest on his muscled, lightly hair-covered thigh. Reece dragged his kiss-swollen lips up the inside of her leg. The closer he grew to her needy, pulsing pussy, the stronger her need was to watch. The sight of his dark-haired head nestled at her most intimate juncture had her fisting the cotton sheet beneath her as the anticipation of his touch grew. When his tongue flicked out to touch then lick her core, Quinn let out a strangled scream. All the strength left her upper body as she flopped boneless back to the mattress.

When he spoke, his heated breath fanned over her sensitive clit. “Even sweeter than I ever imagined.” He gave her slit a long, slow lap.

Quinn couldn’t stop her hips from lifting in a silent entreaty, wanting more. With a strange chuffing sound, Reece licked her slick cunt lips before spearing his tongue inside her. Her feet pushed down on his strong thighs while she rocked her pussy against his oh so talented mouth. Closer and closer to the edge of her pleasure she grew, the faster she pushed and the louder she pleaded for something she wasn’t sure existed.

Never having participated in oral sex, as the giver or receiver, Quinn didn’t know pleasure like this could even exist. Oh, she’d heard the gossip and rumours about the pleasure other women got from the act. But, until Reece, she’d thought the whole thing would be embarrassing and degrading to both parties. So much for her thinking that something was wrong with her for never being aroused by another man’s intimate touch. Obviously it had been to do with her previous lovers and not her.

“Stay with me.” Reece drew hard on her clit and pushed a finger deep inside her.

“Yes,” she panted breathlessly, all thoughts of other men fading from her memory when Reece pushed a second finger into her hungry depths. “More,” she demanded as she spread her thighs wider.

Pushing a third thick finger within the slick grasp of her pussy, Reece pumped in and out of her greedy depths as she cried out.

“Come on my fingers, mate. Come in my mouth.”

His command took over her body. Her hips eagerly countered every pump of his fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. The pleasuring thrust of his hand never stopped as Reece continued licking then sucking on her clit. Quinn squeezed her internal muscles around the wide digits that were moving in and out of her faster and faster. The release she craved was so close… Her body clenched down hard as she fisted more of the bottom sheets in her sweaty hands.

“Reece!” she screamed as her orgasm barrelled up and consumed her. She fell over the edge into pleasure. Her pussy tugged again and again at the hands responsible for her ecstasy while wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. His thrusting movements never stopped. Her orgasm ebbed and flowed, never ending as his lips sucked and nipped her swollen clit.

“Can’t,” she panted, finally releasing the sheet to uselessly push at his head. “No more, Reece.”

“One more,” he demanded in his dark voice while he added a fourth finger into her already tight pussy. “Fly for me again, mate of my heart.”

His emotional words and the tight feel of four fingers fucking her sent her back into the maelstrom of pleasure. Somewhere in the distance she heard hoarse screams and only vaguely realised it was her as she soared and broke apart.

When he finally allowed her to come down, she lay limply on the bed, unable to move, barely able to breath as aftershocks of pleasure continued to make their way through her body.

The weight of his frame suddenly felt heavier against her sated limbs. A sense of foreboding tickled her brain as she looked down on the sexiest man alive and watched in open astonishment as her dream lover opened his talented lips…and let out a snore to rival a four hundred pound trucker.

Who the hell was this magical man?

Chapter Two

The moment he attempted to open his cement-crusted eyes, Reece Oaks groaned at the pain crashing through his head. With slow, precise moves, he rubbed his eyes open to find nothing familiar around him.

“By Nero’s fiddle, where the hell am I?” Reece winced as even his whispered words caused the pounding in his head to reach a crescendo.

“Well, Romeo, your drunk ass passed out in my bed early this morning. I’ll die a grateful woman since at least you didn’t kick in your sleep. Though the number of magical and paranormal references you kept dropping felt more like Noah and the flood.”

The husky, irritated feminine voice caressed his skin while jerking his cock to attention. Too quickly, Reece swung his head to follow the sound of her voice. Pain made his eyes water, while the vision lounging in the doorway simply took his breath away.

Sable curls tumbled down in a delightful mess as green eyes glared at him. His hostess seemed reluctant, to say the least, but everything about the lushly curved beauty called to him until the pain in his cock overrode the pounding in his head.

White cotton covered all those important areas humans seemed so fixated on—though their opinions and ideals changed rapidly from century to century, so who knew if she was being shockingly immodest or simply comfortable in her delicious-looking skin?

Two satin, shiny ribbons graced the outside of each curved thigh with a small border of lace decorating the matching cotton shorts she wore. The top left the beauty of her arms bare while dipping modestly between her succulent bosoms.