The Alliance Boxset Books 4-6

Chapter 8-1

Chapter Eight

A soft moan escaped him when he felt Sula’s response. Not only was she moving under him, her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. The muscles across his stomach clenched when she ran her soft hands along his skin.

His tongue swept between her parted lips. He could feel Sula writhing against his knee and knew that if they didn’t stop now, they would not be able to later. Pulling back, he pressed a series of light kisses along her jaw down to her ear.

“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered against her ear, pressing another kiss just behind it.

Sula moaned and tilted her head so he could have better access to her throat. She moved against him and her fingers threaded through the dark trail of hair along his stomach. A shudder ran through his body when she gently tugged on it.

“Stopping is not an option that I am contemplating at the moment,” she informed him, dipping her fingers under the top of his jeans. “Removing your clothing is an option, though.”

Destin drew in a hissing breath and pulled back to study her face. She returned his gaze with one that showed she was not in a haze of uncontrolled lust, but very aware of what she was saying. A grin tugged at his lips. This was the serious, no-nonsense woman who knew how to control a situation.

His eyes widened when her hand slid farther down the front of his pants. The fire that she tried to hide from the rest of the world blazed in her eyes. He pulled back, and her hand slid out of his pants when he sat up.

He rose from the bed, shrugged off the shirt that she unbuttoned for him, and tossed it across one of the chairs near the table. Sula’s blue eyes darkened with desire when he bent and untied the lacing on his boots. Straightening, he toed them off and kicked them under the bed. His hands moved to his belt.

“Let me,” Sula requested, suddenly sitting up and reaching a hand out to stop him.

Destin dropped his hands to his side and waited. An expression of intense concentration settled over her face. He reached up and tenderly touched her chin.

“Enjoy it,” he murmured, running his fingers along her cheek. “It is amazing how sensitive the tips of your fingers are, and how much pleasure comes from touching someone else. I enjoy the feel of your skin against my fingers – each caress makes me want to touch you more. Making love is more than about the act, it is about the experience and the connection with your partner. I want you to enjoy touching me as much as I’m going to enjoy touching you.”

Sula gazed at him while her fingers lingered against his hard, flat stomach near the waist of his jeans. He saw her swallow and her pupils dilate with desire. His breath hissed when she ran the tips of her fingers along his skin near the opening of his jeans. Perhaps he shouldn’t have told her that, he thought when he felt his body reacting to the sensual caress.

“Like this?” Sula asked, tilting her head back and smiling at him.

“Oh, yeah, like that,” Destin muttered in a strained tone. “Maybe… a little… lower….”

Sula’s warm breath feathered against his flesh, heating it even more. Destin gritted his teeth and swore that she was enjoying herself far too much at his expense. He would have to show her that payback could be a b***h once it was his turn to undress her. He had a feeling the foreplay was going to drive him to the edge of madness and the loving part was going to take him over that edge.

His fingers flexed when she finally unbuckled his belt. They itched to help her, but he wanted to give her this time to explore. He watched, entranced, as she undid the button of his jeans before she pulled the zipper down with an agonizing slowness that had him mentally cussing.

He came damn near to losing what little control and resolve he had when she ran her fingers under the waistband of his underwear before gripping the side near his hips.

“I thought you said you’d never done this before,” Destin gritted out between clenched teeth.

Sula’s lips twitched. “I said ‘with a man’. Virtual vidcoms are plentiful and I’ve watched my share over the years,” she chuckled. “They are very…,” She pressed a light kiss to his belly button. “very…,” she murmured, teasing his flesh with her tongue. “very…” This time she nipped him, causing his hips to jerk toward her. “…good at teaching ways to pleasure each other.”

Destin closed his eyes and swallowed. “Now she tells me,” he groaned when he felt the cool air against the heated flesh of his ass. “Sweet Mother of….”

His voice faded on a hoarse curse when she ran her nails along the crack of his ass. If he thought he was only near the cliff, he was vastly mistaken. He had gone over it and hadn’t even realized it. Something told him he was about to achieve a level of pleasure he had never experienced before. That thought was confirmed a second later when his throbbing c**k was surrounded by the moist warmth of her mouth.

His hands reached out to grasp Sula’s shoulders and his eyes popped open in time to watch her slide his throbbing length – his barely-hanging-onto-his-self-control, throbbing length – into her mouth. His hands rose to tangle in her long hair and he gently rocked his hips back and forth. He could feel the slight scrape of her teeth along his sensitive flesh. A shudder went through him and he knew he had better stop her before he came. Her pleasure came first, then… then, he would find his own release.

“This is going to be amazing,” he groaned, releasing her hair so he could pull away from her and kick his jeans and undershorts off. “Now, it’s my turn.”