He let her move ahead of him to the sidewalk, his gaze dropping to the bunch and sway of her buttocks, his hands itching to grip them, to clench and hold tight as he pounded inside her.
He grimaced at the rising lust tormenting his balls. They were as tight as his cock, tortured, aching for release. He'd thought he wanted her before that kiss, but after his lips touched hers, the hunger had only increased. Was rapidly increasing even now.
"Here we go." He let his hand rest on her hip as he opened the screen door and dug his keys from his pocket. He grunted at the pinch of the material against his erection, but managed to pull the key ring free.
He unlocked the door and stepped in, scanning the interior quickly, his senses picking up every nuance of the house as he surveyed the room.
"You have a beautiful home." She stepped into the entryway, her voice soft. The soft light overhead created a gentle halo around the silken mass of dark russet hair that fell sleekly about her face.
"Hungry?"
She shook her head no and he felt his muscles tighten further. If possible, his cock got harder.
"Drink?"
"No, thank you." Her arms hung at her sides as though relaxed, but he could feel the tension filling her.
Holding out his hand in invitation, he watched as she reached out for him without hesitation. Her slender fingers curled into his, warm. Accepting. Willing. He couldn't help but smile down at her, loving that little light of perplexed curiosity that filled her gaze each time he did so. As though no one had ever smiled at her before.
"Bedroom?" he asked then.
She tilted her head, staring back at him as she inhaled slowly, deeply. He watched the flush deepen in her cheeks, saw the concern that darkened in her eyes. Her tongue peeked out, swiping over her lips in the first true sign of nerves he had seen from her.
"The bedroom." Her voice was husky, vibrating with desire. As he entered the bedroom, the automatic lights eased on, a low, dim lighting that shadowed the room and kept the intimate atmosphere he enjoyed.
He closed the door behind them, turning to her and giving her no time to voice whatever she was going to say. He wanted no objections, couldn't bear to hear her hesitation. He wanted her soft and sweet against him again, her tongue licking over his like a little cat's, the taste of her, that wild honeysuckle and clover taste overwhelming his senses as it had earlier.
His lips settled against hers as he fought to hold back his lust. His hands pulled her to him, fitting her slender curves into his taller body, his arms crossing over her back as he sipped from her lips, deep, drugging kisses that only served to further inflame the need. She was slender beneath his hands, smaller, more delicate than she appeared. But he could feel the strength in her.
Sharp little nails pricked through his shirt as her fingers clenched against him. A tight groan escaped him as her thighs moved against his, the firm planes of her abdomen cushioning the raging length of his cock. Slanting his lips over hers, he worked his tongue into her mouth, seeking the soft slide of hers and the elixir of passion that seemed to fill her mouth.
Damn, she tasted good. Her tongue twined with his, spilling sweet honey into his senses, the taste burning through his mind like an aphrodisiac.
"Come here." His hands cupped her ass. Fully curved, firm—his fingers clenched into them as he lifted her to him, groaning as her legs curved around his hips, the soft pad of her pussy cushioning his erection.
"You're like fire." He nipped at her lips as he moved her to the bed, laying her beneath him. "So sweet and hot I could lose my mind in you."
He was losing his mind in her. His fingers moved to her shirt, fumbling, as he drew it over her head, revealing the lace of her bra, her heaving breasts, before he tossed it aside.
No woman had ever affected him like this, had ever made him burn, made every cell in his body ache and throb for her touch, her taste. She was so damned feminine, so soft and warm, yet firm and resilient, that he had to clench his teeth from howling with his need for her.
And she watched him, her hands falling to her sides, the sea green of her eyes blazing with passion and confusion.
He removed her shoes, the functional white socks. Her feet were slender, delicate, the high arch and painted little toenails so sweet he grimaced at the sight. There was nothing like a woman—softly scented, lightly colored, with all their makeup tricks and confident resourcefulness that turned a man inside out. They were weak, yet the strongest force on the face of the earth. And this woman would quickly become his world. He felt it. Knew it with every fiber of his being.
She wore only the bare minimum of makeup, enough to enhance rather than cover up, but it was the scarlet shade of those little toenails that pushed him over the edge. She pampered those feet. Babied them. They were as soft as silk, perfectly trimmed and pedicured, and they shimmered with beauty.
He lifted one, watching her as he placed the arch against his whisker-roughened cheek, feeling the silken touch as her toes curled and surprise lit her eyes. He turned his head, lowering it, then nipped at the curve of her big toe before licking over it with utmost gentleness.
Her eyes flared, shock and something akin to fear filling them.
"You have pretty feet." He massaged it for a moment before releasing her. She swallowed, opened her lips to speak, then bit the lower curve as his fingers moved to her jeans. The snap and zipper released quickly. Her hips lifted as he eased the fabric over them, sliding them down her thighs, his fingers touching sweet satin flesh as the material cleared her legs.
She reached for him then, her hands shaking, a small, almost imperceptible moan on her lips.
"Not yet." He pushed her hands back to the bed. "Wait, baby. Let me touch you. If you get those hot little hands on me first, I'm going to lose control and fuck you until neither one of us has the strength to worry about foreplay. Just lie there. Just for a bit."
"I need to touch you." The words sounded torn from her, though she did as he asked, her fingers curling into fists as they lay at her head.
"And I need you to touch me," he admitted, fighting to clear the haze of lust from his mind. "Just not yet."
He moved back, his eyes going over the sight of her. The fragile lace of her bra that did nothing to hide her tight nipples. Her flat, tanned abdomen and the delicate white silk of her thong, the material damp enough to outline the soft curves of her pussy. He breathed out. A rough exhalation at the knowledge that beneath the fragile silk lay bare flesh. Her sweet juices had dampened the fabric just enough to see that no feminine curls marred the luscious curves.
"Do you shave?" He jerked his boots off, unable to look away from the damp silk.
"No. Wax." She sounded uncomfortable.
He looked up, flashing her a grin of approval as the last boot dropped to the floor. He jerked his shirt over his head, not bothering with buttons, then tore at his belt before jerking the snaps of his jeans apart. His dick was killing him. He was harder, hotter than he could ever remember being in his life.
"I'm going to eat that pretty pussy," he whispered as he shed jeans and underwear in one economical move. "I'm going to spread your legs and gorge myself on you. I bet that honeysuckle taste is there too. I like honeysuckle, Harmony. I like it real well." He wrapped his fingers around his erection, his eyes returning to hers, a tight smile curving his lips at the erotic flush covering her face, her neck. Her lips were parted, shiny from the dampness of her tongue. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated and filled with shocked hunger.
He should be shocked himself. He had never been this damned hot, this hard for a woman in his life. He reached over to the nightstand, jerking a condom from the drawer and quickly tearing apart the wrapper. If he didn't do it now, he wouldn't have enough mind to do it later.
He extended his hand to her then, the latex circle gripped lightly between his fingers. He couldn't make himself say the words. If he spoke, he was going to scare the hell out of her and himself with the animalistic growl in his throat.
She looked at the condom.
"I'm protected. And I'm clean," she said.
His cock jerked at the soft sound of her voice, the knowledge that he could sink into her, bare, feel her touching him, wrapping around him.
He shook his head. "No one can be sure, baby. Come on. Touch me now." Amusement flickered in her gaze, some hidden knowledge he hoped he could remember to delve into further. Then she was rising, sitting before him, her face level with the straining length of his cock.
She took the condom from his fingers, but as his hand dropped to her shoulder, that wasn't what she covered the head of his erection with. Her tongue, blistering with heat, like rough velvet, swiped over the bulging crest.
"Harmony…" His hand moved to her hair. "Baby. This might not be a good idea." His self-control was strained to the limit.
"Hmm." She hummed around the sensitive flesh as her lips opened, her mouth sinking over him, drawing a strangled groan from his throat as his fingers tightened in her hair. Her tongue was a lash of pleasure so erotic, so hungry, he was straining to hold back, to keep from losing control and his semen between those snug, pouty lips. But he couldn't keep from moving against her, from watching his hard flesh slide from her lips before pushing back, sinking inside her until he knew he could go no farther. And still she stared up at him, her eyes wild with lust, her body shuddering from it. Tremors shook her fingers as they moved over the shaft of his cock, the other hand cupping his tight balls, her fingers combing through the hair that grew there. And all he could do was watch. Watch and thrust inside her mouth, slow and easy, his teeth clenched tight as he fought to hold back the release sizzling at the base of his spine.
"Enough." He pulled back, his fingers holding tight to her head as she fought to follow him, her lips shiny, swollen from his possession of them.
"I want more," she whispered as he uncurled her fingers from the pulsing flesh. "Let me touch you, Lance. Just this once."
"Soon. Not yet, baby."
He pushed her back to the bed, followed her, and when his lips covered hers, the sweet taste of her filling his senses again, he forgot about control.
His fingers tunneled into her hair, holding her head in place as he let his lips devour her. He teased her tongue, sucked at it, slow, gentle pulls that seemed to intensify the taste he craved.
He was dying for her, craving her. He was becoming addicted.
Harmony fought. It was a losing battle, but still she fought to maintain enough control to be alert, to be on guard. Something wasn't right here, not quite normal. From the moment she caught sight of him tonight, she had known her fascination with him was too strong. Too intense.
But this, this lust, was insane. It clawed at her womb, dug into her pussy and sent her juices spilling from her spasming vagina. It made her clutch at him, her lips opening beneath his as he removed her bra, leaving only the thong. And that for only the length of time it took for his hands to get to her hips and tear it away.
"Fuck, you're hot." He groaned as she cried out. His fingers were sliding through the wet slit between her thighs, his thumb rubbing over her clit, circling it with devastating results as his lips moved down her neck, heading for the heaving curves of her breasts. The pleasure was agonizing. Harmony had never known of sensations so extreme, so brutal that she couldn't focus her senses elsewhere at the same time. She had never known anything but terror that could overtake the body, the heart and the soul in one fell swoop. Until now.
Lance's hands touched her, caressed, spreading fire, creating a firestorm of bliss that burned through any other thought, any other instinct.
The need to mate became imperative. To feel his body moving over her, inside her, taking her, possessing her…
"Fuck me!" She barely held back the snarl as his lips and tongue moved to a painfully erect, highly sensitive nipple.
He chuckled, a dark sound of satisfaction as his finger moved from the slick contours of her pussy to grip her hip, holding her in place as she arched against him.