Calm Before the Storm (18 page)

Strong hands laid her down on soft linen
sheets. It was her room. Gazing at the ceiling listening to the gurgle of
running water, she realized that Tyr was running a bath. The warm familiar
soapy scent of passion flower and lilies wafted around the bed invading her
senses.

Irina raised herself onto her elbows as Tyr
walked back into the room. He was shirtless, wearing black jeans that
accentuated the inky darkness of his hair, his skin a gleaming bronze from
recent days spent sparring in the sun. Those exercises had only served to
enhance the sculpted toned muscles of his torso into corded ridges of carved
perfection. She drank him in, she was so thirsty. The last few days had been a
desert, her avoidance tactics only ratcheting up her desire for him. He was an
oasis and she needed to drink, her thirst a raging torrent and he was
mouthwatering.
Please don’t let him be a mirage!

Tyr’s eyes swept over her, a sensual caress
that licked the embers smoldering at her core. Liquid turned to fire. “Ready
for your bath?” he asked, intent dripping from his beautiful lips. She nodded.
He prowled toward her, a loaded gun, every bullet etched with her name.

A slight panic arose as he began to strip
her damp clothing, peeling the layers off her skin. Irina knew she was
losing the battle. Fear rising, she tried to shore up the defensive wall around
her heart, but already the foundations were rocking and with each piece of
clothing he removed, another layer of her soul was laid bare.

He stood back when she was naked, inhaling
a deep breath, his eyes aglow with hot appreciation. “Irina!” Tyr expelled a
soft growl. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

She drank him in, helpless and exposed as
he reached for her, the frank admiration in his eyes a soothing balm, stroking
her agitated heart. Warm hands lifted her to his chest, her breasts melting
into the rock-hard granite of his embrace. He carried her to the bath and
stepped in with her, still wearing his jeans, cradling her gently in front of
his warm body.

Tyr sat down, his legs wrapping around her
thighs and Irina couldn’t help the slide of her head against his shoulder as
his hands and fingers began a soapy dance over her skin. The sensual rub around
her inner thighs was enough to unleash a rush of wet juices between her legs.
And when he gently circled her breasts with the soapy flannel she nearly came
from the sheer pleasure of anticipation. Her nipples pearled under his flaming
strokes, her breasts ached with intense arousal and Irina could no longer hold
on. As warm water cascaded down her hair, she closed her eyes giving a soft
moan as the erotic waterfall ran a river across the undulating contours of her
flesh. She arched into him, lost in the seductive pressure of his body against
hers.

He was all around her.

Enveloping.

Encircling.

Entwining.

The grip on her soul intensified.

The walls around her heart crumbled.

She writhed against him unable to resist
the feel of his hard shaft pressing into her back and heard him groan. Loving
the sound of it, Irina continued to grind into him until he buried his face in
her hair, hot breath warming the sensitive part of her neck. She shivered with
delight. “Irina!” He whispered her name with reverence as if he couldn’t
believe she were real. “What are you doing to me?” Overwhelmed by sensations
she had never experienced before, Irina’s heart stuttered when his hands slid
up under her arms and he gently flipped her so they were face to face, the
water sloshing over the sides of the bath.

Irina straddled him and nearly lost all
breath, the raw need in his eyes touching a part of her soul she hadn’t known
existed. She wanted to soothe him, comfort his wounds and calm the conflicts
she knew he battled with deep inside. The urge to be his, to give herself fully
was a force that propelled her toward the unknown. “Touch me,” she moaned.
“Please, I need you to touch me.” Irina rolled her hips to increase the
pressure of her clitoris on his fly. Tyr’s body jerked in response, she could
feel his wayward friend twitching in frenzy. He appeared momentarily stunned
but then his eyes darkened, his lips curling into a wicked smile and he sat up
pulling her toward his hard chest.

“I’m going to touch you, little dove, never
doubt it, but I’m not going to rush it. I want to savor this moment, taste
every part of you.” He kissed her then. A long, lingering kiss of ownership.
Her defenses gone, Irina surrendered, a willing captive to his plundering
mouth. When he finally he pulled back they were both breathing raggedly. Tyr
sat up, pulling her close and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were
closed and her hand resting on his hard chest reveled in the rapid racing of
his heart, hoping it was evidence that she affected him as deeply as he did
her.

Emboldened by his reaction, Irina gazed
down at him, fascinated by water running in rivulets tracing a path across his
pecs, a path she longed to follow with her tongue. Apparently recovered, Tyr’s
hands roamed up and down her back, gliding through her saturated hair as she
bent to kiss his neck, throat, chest, nipples. He was murmuring soft words as
his lips brushed her nose, lips and eyes. And when he bent to take her hard
nipple into the softness of his mouth! The electrical current that shot through
the length of her spine as he teased and nipped at her breasts threatened to
kill her where she sat.

There was a sudden change in momentum as
his hands became more insistent, pressing into her backside guiding her forward
and up. Tyr slid his shoulders down, his head partly submerged to place his
relentless mouth against her sex. He hadn’t lied when he said he wanted to
taste all of her, and for a moment Irina froze in shock realizing what he was
about to do. Then she melted. Incandescent sparks blazed a trail into her core
whipped to frenzy by the wicked tongue that devoured her most secret place.
Irina threw her head back in absolute bliss as he slowly inserted two fingers
that delved and explored to deliver exquisite rapture to her G-spot. Her body
was consumed in wild abandon as she clung on desperately, her fingers twisting
through the soft blackness of his hair.

“Come for me, Irina!” It was a demand. A
command. To obey was imperative. He was raw, untamed, his spirit savage,
masculine and wild. She could not refuse. More licks as his dangerous tongue
delved even deeper, claiming her essence for his own. Her release exploded, a
sonic boom of light and sound as she collapsed with a scream into his enfolding
arms.

Tyr’s arms around her tightened. The water
was cold now and she was beginning to shiver. She snuggled against him,
boneless and lightheaded from the force of her orgasm. He scooped her up out of
the bath, wrapping a soft towel around her before delivering her to the bed.

As Tyr quickly pulled off his wet jeans,
Irina shook off her langor. The shyness she had initially felt replaced by a
burning need, she crawled toward him on all fours a teasing smile on her face.
“It’s my turn to play with you now.” He was standing naked at the edge of the
bed as she scraped her nails up his thighs, pushing them apart, glorying in the
pure masculine power and the sheer beauty of his ripped abdominals. Taking the
most potent part of him into her small hands, she found herself fascinated by
the slide of satin smooth skin against such a rigid shaft.

Deft fingers against his balls, she felt
them harden under her caress, felt him shudder with pleasure at every touch of her
hand. A surge of power within, she pumped up and down reveling in each ripple
that washed over his flesh, in awe that she could produce such a response in
this man,
this god,
whose verypresence was now an ingrained
piece of her soul.

His black eyes returned her gaze, such an
expression of wonderment, her knees almost buckled from the adoration. She felt
rough palms in her hair as she leaned forward to lick the ripe head of his
cock. The bead of moisture lingering on her tongue, a salty tang down her throat.

“Irina. I need to be inside you!” he
groaned. She pulled back and rose up to meet his gaze. Finding nothing but
desire in his expression, Irina could only acquiesce.

“I want to finish it this time,” she said.

He wasted no time, his hands roaming,
exploring her flesh, a brush across her belly, a squeeze of exquisite pressure
on her breast. Fingers stroking her throat, his mouth claimed hers, his wicked
tongue delivering explosive charges to her core. The burn was intense. Irina
nearly melted onto the bed. He nudged her down slowly onto the sheets until his
warmth lay across the full length of her, his elbows resting at her head, his
eyes diving through hers to capture her heart. There was no escape. The
barriers she had erected had no defense against the onslaught that was Tyr. His
magnetic energy now such an intrinsic part of her it was as if she had never
existed before him.

Tyr could hardly breathe as he gazed down
and gloried in the visual perfection of Irina. He had wanted to be gentle,
expecting nothing more than to hold her close and wash away her fears. But the
moment he lay down with her in the bath he had felt the overwhelming need to luxuriate
in the soft silky curls of her hair, to kiss a path over her creamy satin skin,
and linger on every one of those delectable freckles, tasting, licking,
adoring. Her luscious curves begged to be stroked and Tyr had to fight to
control his erection, which was an insistent thrust, pressing into the wet
fabric of his jeans. It was so hard he expected it to burst through the
material of its own accord.

When her hips began grinding into his
groin, the pressure to have his hands on the sumptuous mounds of her ass, to
caress and knead, to bury his face in those succulent breasts, to taste every
part of her became an urge so overpowering he had no recourse but to release
it. Irina straddled above him, head tilted to one side, eyes heavy-lidded with
desire, was a sight he would never forget. She was so sexy in that moment that
his brain froze. All thought except one, vanished. Irina. Her name was an
aphrodisiac to his soul. When Irina was trembling in his embrace, the last
remnants of her orgasm leaving her soft and pliant against him he knew the
taste of her on his lips was a sweet addiction he could never hope to kick.

And then she was taking control! His little
dove staring up at him from the bed, a sultry promise in her eyes. One lick of
her sweet lips and he was gone. She had teased him with her tongue, taking him
right to the edge. Little flicks, soft kisses. The flicks turning to licks as
Irina, gorgeous, beautiful, sexy Irina, finally took him into her mouth,
sucking him up, greedily consuming him. Her hands reached behind his buttocks,
pressing him closer and Tyr had nearly exploded with the sheer blaze of heat
that lit an inferno through every cell. He knew he needed to take control
before he came like teenager on a first date.

“Irina. I need to be inside you!” he
groaned as she did that little flick with her tongue that sent tingles the
length of his shaft.

When she withdrew her mouth, its absence
left a cool rush of air against his sensitive skin. He held on to her curvy
hips as she melded her beautiful breasts against his torso, sliding up, hard
against soft, a yin-yang of ecstasy. Then she had told him she wanted to finish
it and Tyr was undone. He couldn’t get enough of her. Lost in her touch he
tried to pull back. She was a fragile bird and he didn’t want her to break.
“Are you sure?” he managed. Even though he didn’t think he could stop if she
said no, he had to ask. Her soft hands pulled his lips to meet hers.

“Don’t even think about stopping,” she
said.

“I love the fire in your eyes,” he growled,
his voice a thick rasp as he nudged his swollen shaft between her thighs
inching them apart.

“Oh god!” she moaned. “Come inside now!”

So demanding, his little dove!

“Irina,” he groaned. “We should take it
slowly. It’s your first time.” She was arching against him needy and ready, so
ready. “Please, Tyr, I need you inside!” He could not refuse. He was hers to
command.

The nerves in his cock vibrated with myriad
sensations as he pushed his way into her tight sheath, gently, so gently. He
heard her gasp as his head broke through the thin barrier of her resistance and
he stilled, not wanting to cause her pain. Irina whimpered, a mewl of pleasure
as she began to rock against him. “It’s okay,” she gasped. Slick wetness
surrounded his shaft. She was ready for him but he couldn’t bear to hurt her;
she was so small, so delicate. Ever so slowly he pressed on, groaning in bliss,
her soft walls clenching around his shaft, a sublime revelation. Urgent hands
scraped nails down his back, grabbing his buttocks, insistent for more. Soft
legs clamped around his waist as Irina’s hips jerked upward to meet his.

Tentatively he pushed in again and back
out, glorying in the sweet ecstasy of her warmth against his. “Harder!” she
cried. Her command sang to his soul. Tyr eased his way in again, swallowed into
the moist wetness of her cleft. He nuzzled her neck, her hair and began a slow
grind against her hips, a rhythmic roll of flesh against flesh. Soul against
soul.

Tyr elevated onto his palms, drinking in
the visual delight, waves of chocolate curls, fanning out, lush against the
cream of the silk sheets. Golden eyes smoldering with caramel flames.

“I want to see you as come.” His eyes
locked on to hers. The rhythm increased as Tyr thrust into Irina. She arched
her back, a wanton creature, so wild Tyr could hardly believe she actually
existed.

They were lost.

Drowned.

Consumed.

They came together, colliding into each
other, two meteors igniting in a harmonious explosion of euphoria so intense
Tyr thought his skin would burn up in rapture. “Tyr!” Irina breathed, her body
shivering in the throes of orgasm. “Oh god! I love you!”