Only 04 - Only Love

ached as though it had known no ease in months, rather than in mere minutes.
    Shannon let out a long, ragged breath. After another breath she began to caress Whip with slow, tentative movements.
    “See?” he asked deeply. “No teeth.”
    Helplessly Shannon laughed. When she opened her eyes, Whip was smiling down at her. His eyes blazed with an odd combination of tenderness and raw desire.
    “I won’t take you that way,” Whip said again. “Not unless you ask me to just as plain as the sun rising.”
    “Will it hurt?” Shannon asked.
    “A little. But only a little, and only the first time.You were made for me, honey girl. I’ll fill you perfectly and you’ll fit me just the same.”
    “Are you sure?”
    Whip’s eyelids lowered. Watching Shannon, he caressed the soft nest between her thighs, then parted her, sliding deeply within. She gasped as pleasure washed through her, licking over him hotly in turn.
    “I’m sure,” Whip said, his voice thick. “And so is your body. It kisses me in the sweetest way.”
    With a swift, controlled movement, Whip moved between Shannon’s legs, urging them apart.
    “W-Whip?”
    “It’s all right. I’m just going to return the favor.”
    “What?”
    “I’m going to kiss your body in the sweetest way.”
    At first Shannon didn’t understand. Then Whip bent and nuzzled the tender skin of her inner thighs. His tongue flicked out just as his lips brushed over her softest skin.
    Shannon gasped Whip’s name as she understood.
    “You told me whatever I wanted, however I wanted it,” Whip said, nuzzling her. “Right now, this is how I want it. Does it hurt you?”
    “N-no.”
    “Do you like it?”
    Shannon’s breath came in with a ripping sound as Whip caressed her lovingly. He smiled, repeated the intimate touch, and felt her response all hot and sleek around him. The scent of her pleasure was a primitive perfume, telling Whip what he already knew. The virgin widow was his—whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.
    And he wanted it all.
    “There are some other things I learned in odd places around the world,” Whip said, biting Shannon with great delicacy.
    A hoarse sound came from Shannon’s throat. Her back arched like a bow drawn by a master archer. Lightning strokes of pleasure surged through her with each touch of Whip’s mouth. As he pleasured her, his hands pressed against her inner thighs, opening her to his unexpected, consuming caresses.
    “Seems there are as many ways of loving as there are of fighting,” Whip said against Shannon’s sultry skin.
    Distantly Shannon realized that she was in a position of total vulnerability, utter abandon. Yet she could do nothing about it, for a net of wild, glittering lightning held her enthralled and shivering between her lover’s hands.
    “I had no problem finding partners to hone my fighting skills on,” Whip said between tender, probing kisses. “But I never got around to finding a partner for this kind of play. So be patient with me while I get the hang of it.”
    Whip’s tongue discovered the tight knot passion had drawn from Shannon’s soft, sultry flesh. Intrigued, he swirled around the knot teasingly.
    Shannon gasped as tension and pleasure spiraled up swiftly, driving her higher and higher with each moment.
    “Do you like that?” he murmured. “I do. I know how delicate you are there, so I’ll take only a tiny little bite.”
    A high, rippling cry came from Shannon as the world became a glittering kind of black and then exploded into a thousand rainbow shards.
    Smiling darkly, Whip felt ecstasy take Shannon,shaking her like a leaf in a fierce storm. He knew he should release her untried flesh, but he couldn’t force himself to do it. He kept on caressing her, tasting her lightly, biting her tenderly, loving her in a silence broken only by her wild cries.
    Finally, reluctantly, Whip released Shannon from the thrall of his sensuality. He stretched out beside her, stroked her hair, and kissed the passionate tears from her eyes.
    Blindly Shannon reached out to hold on to Whip, needing him in ways she didn’t understand. When he gathered her against his body, his rigid flesh nuzzled the apex of her thighs. She was soft, hot, flushed from his caresses and her own response.
    The intimacy of their position made Whip’s heart stop, then beat with redoubled force. Reflexively his hips moved, probing the sultry nest with his blunt, unbending flesh. Silky heat curled out to meet him, inviting a