Grounded

could see him. He wanted her to know him, wanted her to look into his eyes. Could she see his soul there? Would his heart be visible to her now?
    She looked like an angel as she lay looking up at him. His heart banged hard against his chest as he came down beside her. He gazed at her, softly stroking her cheek with his fingers, and one thought loomed in his mind. This was the woman for him. His. She was his. The decision came simply in that moment, without preamble, without fear, without question.
    Kissing her again, he moved his hands over her body, over her smooth, silky skin. Her tits were lush, luscious, and he feasted on her nipples, while his hands continued to roam on their own. Moving over her belly, over her hips, down her thigh, and back up her inner thigh to the V of downy hair. Her legs parted and his fingers dipped into her pussy.
    The musky scent wafted into his nostrils and sent desire curling through his body until it gripped his balls. His cock was so hard it hurt and he’d thought it couldn’t get any harder, but he was wrong. The scent of her stiffened him further and he groaned into her mouth.
    The feel of his skin on hers sent ripples of ecstasy through Patty’s body. Her nipples had beaded beneath his touch and ached for more of him. Her entire body ached for his touch, ached to have him on her, in her, filling her, stretching her, pounding her over and over. Why was he taking so long? Her pussy was wet and when his fingers slid into her, she exhaled into his mouth as her hips began rocking against his hand. She wanted more, needed more, and had to have more of him. She moved her hands over his arms, raking her nails across his skin, unable to stay still. She sucked on his tongue, her body writhing against hi s .
    More. More. More . Just give me more, the voice in her head screamed. Or did she say it out loud?
    Patty’s soft moans and silent demands for more inflamed Dion almost to the point of losing all control. Coming up on his knees, he pulled her up with him and lifting her off the bed. Facing her toward the wall, her hands flat against it, Dion spread her legs like she was about to be searched. In fact, she was, but no policeman would be involved here.
    "Don’t move," he growled in a low voice.
    Gathering her hair in his hand, he pulled her head back and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. He wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her hard against his stomach and chest.
    His tongue made a path over her shoulder and down her back as he held her firmly to him. Her silken skin tasted like honey, and he continued his journey over her body.
    Dropping to his knees behind her, he kissed her lush ass then ran his tongue between the twin cheeks. Moaning at her delicate, musky odor, he moved down her leg, nibbled at the bend of her knee, and licked down her calf. Moving to the other leg, he licked her calf, pausing to nibble the bend of that knee and then snaked his tongue up her other thigh, back to her ass. He turned to sit flat on the floor with his head between her legs, and found her the perfect height as his mouth came level with her pussy. Using his fingers to part the sensitive folds, he lapped at her with his tongue until her hands were no longer on the wall, but wrapped in his hair.
    "No!" she moaned when he stopped his ministrations.
    Grinning wickedly, he looked up at her and said, "Put your hands back on the wall. Every time you move your hands from the wall, I stop."
    Her hands smacked the wall and he chuckled as his tongue flicked her clit. Teasing it back and forth made her roll her head and rock her hips, but when he latched onto it and sucked, she screamed and went wild with the pleasure he was giving her.
    She fell to the floor, unable to stand on her own, but he c ontinued to lap at her, to suck her clit as she came and came, screaming with the force of her release. She sucked deep, ragged breaths into her lungs, her entire body shaking.
    Without giving her time to recover, he worked his tongue over her body again. When he reached her mouth, she wrapped her fingers in his hair, and whispered, "In me."
    Dion moved over her and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid deep inside her hot, wet pussy. He moved. She moved . Ah, just like that . Bracing a hand on either side of her, he arched his back, plundering her body with his own. And she met him thrust for thrust, riding it out with him, coaxing him onward with her deep moans of delight. Sweat