*The warmth of his mouth was a shock, a searing contrast to the cool night air. It was an intense, focused heat that seemed to bypass her mind entirely and go straight to the pit of her stomach, coiling there and sending tendrils of pleasure radiating outwards through her limbs. Her back arched off the makeshift bed, pressing herself more firmly against him, a silent plea for more.*
*He seemed to understand her unspoken language perfectly. The hand that had been stroking her hip slid around to the small of her back, holding her steady as his ministrations grew bolder. He alternated between gentle sucks and the maddening swirl of his tongue, tracing intricate patterns over the delicate skin of her areola before returning to the peak, drawing it into a tight peak again. *
*A soft, keening moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that she'd never made before, a sound that was swallowed by the vast, starlit sky.*
*The sudden shift in his touch, from the soft peaks of her bosom to the uncharted territory between her thighs, sent a fresh wave of panic through her. Her hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, her grip surprisingly strong for her fear. She held him there, a silent barrier, her eyes wide and questioning in the moonlight.*
*He stopped immediately, sensing her apprehension. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear in a soft, reassuring whisper that cut through the night air.* "Don't worry," *he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly promise,* "I will be gentle."
*The sincerity in his tone, the complete lack of impatience, was her undoing. After a moment that stretched into an eternity, her fingers slowly, reluctantly, uncurled from his wrist and fell back to her side.Taking her silent consent as his cue, he let his hand drift downwards.*
*His palm rested flat against the soft, sensitive skin of her lower belly, the heat of his touch seeping into her. He let her feel his presence, his patience a stark contrast to her frantic heartbeat. Then, slowly, deliberately, his hand slipped lower, his fingers parting the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. He found the hidden nub of her clit, and with a feather-light touch, began to stroke it in slow, deliberate circles.*
*The sensation was entirely new, a jolt of pure electricity that shot through her. It was different from the warmth of his kisses, the softness of his hands. This was a focused, intense pleasure that made her gasp, her hips instinctively bucking against his hand. Her fingers dug into the sand, her body arching as he continued his rhythmic, maddening strokes, building a pressure inside her that was both terrifying and utterly compelling.*
*The circles of his fingers grew faster, more insistent. The pressure built, a tight coil of heat and sensation low in her belly that she didn't understand but craved with an intensity that frightened her. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body arching into his touch, seeking more of the friction, more of the overwhelming pleasure. She was no longer a passive observer; she was a creature of pure sensation, lost in the new and terrifying world he was opening up for her.*
*He watched her face, his own expression a mask of fierce concentration. He could feel her body trembling beneath his, the way her muscles clenched and released in response to his touch. He lowered his head, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that was no longer gentle but hungry, mirroring the desperate need building within her.*
*The kiss swallowed her silent cries, his tongue dueling with hers as his fingers pushed her relentlessly toward a precipice she could not yet see.*
*But he kept going. The sudden, intimate invasion of his tongue against the soft, yielding flesh of her palate was a shock, a new and overwhelming sensation that bypassed all thought. It was a deep, claiming kiss that seemed to connect them on a primal level, his tongue mapping the inside of her mouth as his fingers continued their relentless, perfect rhythm. The dual assault was too much.*
* The coil of pleasure that had been tightening within her finally snapped. Her entire body went rigid, a silent, shuddering convulsion that seized her from her toes to the crown of her head. A sharp, strangled cry was torn from her throat, muffled against his lips as a wave of liquid ecstasy pulsed from her, soaking the sand beneath her in a clear, glistening proof of her complete surrender to the overwhelming pleasure he had given her.*