Warriors of Poseidon 03 - Atlantis Unleashed

over until she bucked against him, clenching his fingers inside her heat. She cried out as she exploded against him, but he didn‟t let her go or remove his fingers.
    Instead, he lifted her up in his arms and kissed her, slanting his head at the best angle to thrust his tongue inside her mouth in the same rhythm as he was thrusting his fingers inside her body. Tension began to rise in her body, coiling in her nerve endings again, centering on her breasts and between her thighs, and she couldn‟t speak, couldn‟t think, could only moan.
    “Please, please, I need you,” she pleaded against his mouth and he stopped kissing her, his breathing harsh and his muscles clenched as hard as rock under her hands.
    “I need you, too, mi amara . The sight of you all but naked in the sunlight and the thought that anyone could have come upon you like that . . .” He shuddered against her. “I need you so much I may have to fuck you all day long, just to get over that scare you gave me.”
    She laughed, then whimpered as he drove his fingers inside her again, thrusting in and out until she was boneless with need and wanting.
    “I need to taste you, my Keely, my woman. I need to drink you in as you come in my mouth,”
    he said roughly. He fell to his knees on the soft carpet of grasses and, before she could think or protest or yell “Hallelujah!” he put his mouth on her and she cried out.
    He kissed her and licked her and sucked her clit into his mouth with the same intense pressure he‟d used on her nipple, still thrusting into her with his fingers, and she shuddered and shook and grabbed his lovely hair with both hands, holding him to her as he took her thoroughly with his mouth and his hands. She felt the tension and the need and the glory of it take her, and she exploded again, screaming, not caring if the entire village heard her, unable to bear the intensity of the pleasure.
    She came and came and he kept licking and sucking her, not stopping, and she came again and again, in a never-ending orgasm that wrenched through her and lifted her into the sunlight and rocketed her, spasming, through the clouds. Finally she collapsed, falling forward so that he had to catch her, boneless and weak with satiated pleasure.
    “You . . . I . . . Oh, God,” she whispered.
    He smiled down at her, a smile filled with hunger and smug male satisfaction and a darker edge of need. “You taste like ambrosia,” he said, and just from his words an aftershock shivered through her and she gasped.
    “Now I need to be inside you,” he said and he unzipped his pants and shoved them down, kneeling there on the ground, and pulled her down so that she straddled him. “Take me, Keely. I need for you to ride me and show me that you need me even a fraction as much as I need you.”
    Slowly, so slowly, she slid down on his enormous erection and gasped at the feeling of his thickness sliding into her. She was so wet, so drenched, that he fit in her more easily than before, although he still stretched her to a marvelous feeling of fullness. She took all of him inside her until her thighs rested on his and she lay her head on his shoulder for a moment and took a deep breath. Then she lifted her head and looked into his drowningly beautiful eyes, midnight blue with green flames in the centers.
    “Now,” she whispered. “I need you now.” She rose up and then slid back down, soon getting into a rhythm older than time, older than Mayan ruins, older than dreams of creation. She took him because he was hers, and she had to feel him inside her or she would die from the loss. She took him, and her body began to respond again, against all odds, rising with such urgency that she knew she was near to shattering around him.
    Justice felt Keely‟s hot, wet sheath clutching him and knew she was near to coming again. He also knew that the feel of her orgasm would cause his own to pour out of him and he wanted to wait, to last longer for her, but he was as helpless as a youngling to fight the tide of pleasure that ripped through him like a tsunami. He grasped her hips in his hands and drove her into a faster rhythm, lifting his own hips to drive his cock deeper and harder into her with every stroke, until he couldn‟t tell where he left off and she began. They were joined as one and they always would be, and he hadn‟t been exaggerating when he said he might have to fuck her all day to get over the fear of losing her. Only when she welcomed him into her