Archangel's Storm

rose on tiptoe again, he gave her the kiss she’d asked for. It was a naked, wet melding of mouths that had her rubbing against him, her abdomen sliding over his cock.
    His hold on the reins slipped.
    Reaching between them, he undid the tie on her pants, broke the kiss and her grasp to push them down. Her navel was a lure he couldn’t resist, the kiss he pressed there making her fingers fist in his hair before he ran his thumbs over her hipbones and pulled away. “Don’t move,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of one satiny thigh.
    Mahiya sucked in desperate gulps of air, the cadence of her desire music in his blood. It urged him to rip off her pants, but he grit his teeth and took the time to undo the hooks, forcing himself to go slow, to not overwhelm his lover with her sweet passion and willingness to trust him to lead the dance.
    Finally the pants were off. He ran his hands slowly up her calves, her thighs, the white lace that was all that covered her now. By the time he rose to his full height, the scent of her musk perfumed the air. “Take them off.” He wanted to see her slick and ready, to taste her in the most erotic of kisses, but first he would have this indication that she remained a willing participant.
    Her breath hitched . . . but she ducked her head and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the scrap of lace. He stepped back to watch her push that scrap down and off, because the visual sensation was a feast—though nothing could ever triumph touch for him, tactile pleasure his one true addiction.
    Heat blazing over every inch of her skin, she pushed the crumpled lace aside with a slender foot, her lashes hiding her gaze. He reached out, ran the back of one finger over a pebbled nipple. She jerked. Unable to resist, he dipped his head, took part of her breast into his mouth, sucked.
    Her knees buckled. “Jason, oh please . . .”
    Holding her up as he released her sensitive flesh, he soothed her with a languid kiss that poured fuel on the black storm of his own passion. “Like that,” he murmured against kiss-swollen lips as he continued to seduce her with his mouth, “just like that.” Cock painfully hard, he slid one hand between her thighs and stroked lightly down the centerline of her sex with a single finger.
    Over and over . . . and over again.
    Her breath turned into jagged gasps, the tip of his finger slick with her need, her hands gripping at his arms. Dazed eyes locked with his own as he broke the kiss, and he knew the pleasure was building in her, a slow crescendo.
    “Fly.” It was rough encouragement as he demanded another kiss, craving the contact. “I have you.” He continued with his slow, relentless caress, touching the glistening nub at the apex of her thighs with each stroke now that she’d spread her thighs farther in an effort to deepen the intimate contact.
    Her fingernails dug into his arms, her neck arched.
    Bending her over his arm, he took part of her neglected breast into his mouth, ran his teeth over the taut flesh as he released it . . . at the same time that he captured the sensitive nub between her thighs in his fingertips and pressed hard.
    “Jason!”
    Raising his head, he removed his hand before the pleasure racking her body became painful. “I have you,” he repeated, nuzzling his face against the side of hers. “I have you.”
    Only when she stopped trembling did he shift his hold to her hips and raise her until she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her eyes were lazy, sated, her kiss languid. Arms twining around his neck, she opened for him with a sensual generosity that made him want to devour, her fingers weaving through his hair. He reached between them to undo his jeans, grip his cock, and position himself at her entrance.
    A soft gasp into his mouth as the head of his cock rubbed against her passion-swollen flesh and then he was pushing into the silken welcome of her sheath.
    “Oh!” Mahiya gripped him tighter with every part of her body, her internal muscles continuing to ripple with trailing waves of her pleasure.
    Shuddering, he dropped his forehead onto her own as he fought the urge to shove. Her body was telling him it hadn’t been used in such a way for a long time, her muscles struggling to stretch around him.
    “It’s all right, Jason.” Fingers on his cheek, kisses gentle and tender and unexpected. “I want you so much.”
    He drew in a ragged breath, pushed a fraction deeper. A bit more. Scalding