“Jesus, you are cut.”
Each touch of her soft hands brought a tremble in his chiseled
body. CJ drew her bottom lip into her mouth as she explored the bared
chest before her.
Over the pectorals, down across his ribcage, her hands flowed
slowly. Total enjoyment and concentration was on her face as her
fingers memorized his torso as a blind person learned a face.
Finally she moved her eyes and hands back up to his visage. He
was fighting to not give in to the demon that wanted to be released and
dominate this woman. CJ could see he was struggling to remain in
control.
F i v e
Osten felt ten feet tall at her observation. He was pleased she
found him attractive. His own eyes moved over her flat stomach, toned
abs and up her full chest that was barely contained in the white satin
that covered them. “And you are astoundingly gorgeous.”
His callused hands moved to the sides of her full breasts and he
teased her nipples again with his thumbs. A masculine grin crossed his
face as her head dropped back, granting him further access. All this
magnificent bounty and it was all being offered up to him.
Unable to stop himself, he maneuvered his hand to the front
clasp on her bra. The material sprang apart, revealing to him the total
and perfect view of her breasts. His mouth latched onto the right nipple,
drawing it deeply into his hot mouth. She released a low moan.
His teeth grazed against the pebbled nipple, changing her low
moan into a richer, deeper one. His palm cupped her left breast, teasing
the nipple with his rough skin.
“Oh,” her throaty voice split the breathing sounds in the room.
“Osten.” His name was half groan, half beg.
Without responding verbally, he changed breasts with his
mouth. His thumb and forefinger continued to tease the hard nipple he
had just released. Each tug he gave on her tight tips aimed to draw a
responding pull from deep within her body.
She ground against his throbbing cock. Her hips had begun to
move in that instinctive motion he knew would take him to the stars.
Osten placed his strong hands on her sides, bringing her head
up. Their lips met in an intense explosion. There was no wish to go slow
any longer.
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Their mouths mated together in increasing passion. He pulled
on her lower lip and nipped it before sucking away the pain. Each
whimper she emitted he took as his mouth refused to release hers.
Bare chests rubbed together. The coarse hair on his evoked tre-
mors through CJ as it brushed over her highly sensitive nipples. And
each quiver she experienced shot a jolt of awareness through his primed
body.
Osten changed their position on the couch. Mouths still con-
nected, he laid her back on the soft gray material of her sofa. Now he
was on top of her and one hand moved down to the button on her jeans.
Beneath him, CJ pulled back from his kiss. Her eyes were heavy-
lidded as she gazed upon his face. “Osten,” she whispered.
“What?” his question just as hushed as her voice had been.
She shook her head in embarrassment. “I can’t.”
Closing his eyes against the disappointment that coursed
through his body, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her swollen
lips. “Okay,” he murmured, climbing off her body and putting some
much needed space between them.
CJ sat up and tugged her sweatshirt on over her head, leaving
the bra where it lay on the floor. She worried her lower lip with her
teeth while regarding the almost wary expression on his face. One of
her hands reached partway to him only to retreat.
Osten fought to control his breathing. He hadn’t ever been so
randy in his life, for only getting as far as he did with a woman. And
with this one, he wasn’t going to rush, no matter how he wanted to.
However, when he noticed her reluctance to touch him, he
reacted. He grabbed that same hand and tugged her over to him,
settling her across his lap. He latched his hands around her waist,
grateful