Bliss River by Thea Devine

Author:Thea Devine [Devine, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The days thereafter fell into a pattern that were just a prelude to the intoxicating nights. Now that she was full of power and pleasure of submitting to him, she spent the long tedious hours of the journey in a haze of anticipation.

Everything was heightened, even more so because of the heat, the long scorching hours wading through the sand, the fact that they both were shrouded head to foot. They each spent the travel time deep in remembrance of the previous night's pleasuring, impatient for the night to come.

And what did that do but arouse them both still more. Because the more nights he spent with her naked, the more he played with her breasts, the more he knew it was coming, the moment he couldn't deny, the moment when he couldn't refuse her his penis.

But he meant to hold out until then--and beyond. It was a test of will, to be able to hold this woman's breasts in thrall and still not capitulate to her. It was a test of his resolve not to give in to her.

But it was coming, he felt it in his soul. He needed to own her through the pleasure of her breasts. There was nothing she wouldn't give him now, nothing more he wanted than her response to his hands.

It was all he thought about all day long. And he knew it was all she was thinking about too. And he hated it that he couldn't have her naked and to himself all day long. The night was never long enough for all he wanted do to her. Inevitably they fell asleep, invariably he awakened with his hands cupping her breasts from behind, and her bare curvy bottom wedged against his rampaging penis, and there was very little time to think about pleasure then.

But they couldn't take the time to stop for a day's sensual play, so he was prone to let his imagination run riot until that breath-catching moment he entered the tent, closed out the world, and took her breasts in his hands.

Her nipples were always hot, hard, and erect for him, her body ripe and immediately responsive. He had only to flick his thumb across one rigid tip to make her churn.

The first time he took that nipple into the wet heat of his mouth, she almost fainted, the sensation was so intense. After that, he couldn't keep his mouth off of them, and she couldn't wait until darkness fell so he could suckle her.

All of this was outside her experience, even in the Valley. There was never a man who took this kind of time in play before he got down to business. It all revolved around a man's business, and every woman was available for the asking.

But this -- this was luscious, the attention he paid to her breasts. Sometimes he covered her nipples with honey or wine and spent hours licking and sucking them all through the night as they lay together languidly among the pillows.

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