Magic's Song (7 page)

Brent rose, seeming to comply with her silent command. He merely brushed her lips with his own, the touch so light the contact felt like torture to her starved passion. She pushed herself closer, entangling her tongue with his. He held her back, teasing her as he lightly tickled her lips, pulling away when she pushed forward.

Tanith tried to slow her reactions and contain her need, but the real man reacted with infinitely more patience than her dream lover. He played her body slowly, as if warming up for a finale that would have multiple encores.

Her arousal threatened to engulf her until she disappeared and only desire remained. She pulled his head forward, her shaking body demanding more as she became the aggressor.

Brent pulled her tight against his taunt body. The action might have crushed her if excitement hadn’t turned her limbs to jelly. He kissed her as she’d never been kissed before.

How could a single kiss be so pleasurable? The power in the tip of his tongue stoked her and set her body ablaze. She felt the contact in her fingertips and in her toenails.

Her hands opened his jacket and she ran her nails under his shirt. She made several circles with her fingers, each circle lower than the one before until she reached the top of his jeans.

He pulled out of the kiss. “Are you sure about this?” He’d voiced the doubts she didn’t want voiced.

“Don’t talk,” she ordered. She had no power to stop the avalanche of lust pummeling her. She’d worry later.

He nodded, releasing the breath he seemed to be holding. He kissed her eyebrows.

Tanith couldn’t remember ever having lips on her brows. The sensation was so exotic, so sensuous, her back arched reflexively, pressing her breasts against him. Brent’s lips moved, as if drawn toward her thrusting nipples, but he kept his magical mouth close to her face, instead leaving a trail of kisses along the side of her jaw.

He took her mouth again. She reached for his belt.

Slowly, methodically she unbuckled the constraining loop. Several times she fumbled as his tongue did delicious things to the inside of her mouth. Persisting, she managed to slide her fingers along the inside of his jeans, tracing the length of his zipper.

And him.

She gasped at his size and tried to pull back. Her dream lover hadn’t been quite so well-endowed.

Brent groaned in response, pulling her tighter into his embrace. He licked at her lips, re-igniting the passion that made her a slave to his mouth. Each stroke of his tongue reverberated through her core, making her crazy with need, making her wetter.

Tanith whimpered into his mouth, wondering how much more she could stand. In response, Brent plunged his tongue deep into her throat. His fingers found a nipple and he began to tweak and squeeze. She stiffened, so aroused she feared she’d climax instantly if he touched her special spot.

She ran her palm up and down the length of his zipper, hoping to inspire him so he’d give her what she needed. Brent pulled her hands away from his groin.

Crud.

Her eyes flew open. Before she could protest, he placed his hands under her butt and lifted her off the floor.

Tanith’s breasts were positioned level with his head. He growled, the sound primitive and virile.

His teeth nibbled on her nipples as he carried her across the room to the sofa. He positioned her on the cushions and then slid the robe down and off her arms.

The hunger in his eyes served as a catalyst. Tanith reached for him but he stepped back to remove his leather jacket, never letting his gaze leave her body.

He yanked off his shirt and tossed it across the room. Some part of her brain registered the sheer perfection of his chest and toned abs, but lust, not brain, controlled her. She grabbed his hips and pulled him toward her, desperate to feel his body against her. Inside her.

She traced a thin line above his unbuttoned jeans with her tongue. Then she reached for the zipper.

Brent pushed her back against the cushion. “Patience, love. I’m holding on by a thread.”

“So don’t hold on.”

He swallowed.

The lump in her throat grew when he kicked off his shoes. She could barely breathe by the time he stepped out of his jeans.

Seeing him naked was akin to seeing Adonis come to life. His cock thrust forward like an angry tiger, eager for the hunt. Could the glorious man actually be real? She wrapped her arms around her own shoulders, afraid if she let go, she would attack him.

A desire-laced smile crossed his face. Brent sat down on the couch, pulling her into his lap. He touched her breast. Then he was touching her everywhere. He kept touching, kept taking her to the brink of paradise, but not quite there.

Every touch made Tanith greedier for the next. She pressed her breasts against his chest, wanting to crawl inside his skin.

“Please,” she mumbled. “You’re making me crazy.”

Brent pulled his tongue from her mouth. “You’ve taken me beyond crazy.”

His lips made a trek of torturous nibbles down her neck as his mouth moved lower, into the center of her cleavage. Tanith thrust her breasts forward, begging for the gentle scrape of his teeth against her nipples.

He ignored her demand. Using his finger and the lightest of touch, he ran his fingertips down the inside of her arms until he reached her hand. There, he traced a delicate pattern on her palm before he moved his thumbs to her midriff. Using both hands, he caressed her belly with light feathery strokes.

Tanith whimpered with frustrated need. In response, Brent placed his pinky into her navel. She whimpered again, feeling a direct connection to her aching pelvis.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Brent leaned over her to kiss a circle around her areole. His other hand traced lower and lower.

“More, I need more.”

He stopped kissing, licked his lips and gazed up at her face with pure longing flashing in his eyes. He placed one more gentle kiss on her mouth and then lifted his head to touch the mound of her breast, admiring her before he leaned forward to suck her nipple.

Tanith wheezed at the intensity of the pleasure pulsating through every pore. “Finally.” Her knees turned to rubber and she grabbed the arm of the sofa.

Brent didn’t slow his pleasuring assault. He licked and nibbled while his hand made figure eights from hipbone to hipbone with a slow, light motion. Each time he traced the path, his hand went lower. When his fingers finally reached her triangle, she could stand it no more.

“Please, Brent…”

Before she finished her sentence, Brent pressed his thumb against her button while his index finger plunged into her. She climaxed instantly.

“Brent. Oh, God.”

He held her tightly. His fingers kept pressing.

Her orgasm continued. “Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!”

It took several seconds for the pyrotechnics to subside. When she could focus again, she looked at Brent. Without saying a word, he pushed her further into the couch and knelt on the floor. Pressing his tongue into her navel, he re-ignited her lust. She felt his stiffness against her calf. It didn’t seem possible, but he felt larger.

His mouth followed the path of his finger. He teased her thighs with the tip of his tongue. A second wave of desire flooded her.

“You smell good,” he murmured, his breath caressing her as he traced the line where leg met pelvis. She wanted more than his fingers. She wanted his tongue. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him period.

As if reading her mind, he spread her legs wider and his tongue began to explore her, taste her. She moaned with pleasure so pure it seemed ethereal.

Her only conscious thought was that Brent wasn’t the man from her dream. He was better. So much better.

Tanith pinched her wrist to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep. The little bit of pain convinced her. She entangled her fingers in his dark hair and held on for dear life.

She tried to raise herself out of her slumped position, but he spread her legs wider and pulled her hips closer. She fell back into the sofa.

His magical tongue kept darting and suckling. He was beyond talented.

Still, she wanted more. “Brent, I need you. Inside me. Now.”

He kept licking. Unable to control her needy body, Tanith lifted her hips and pushing her body against his face. He lapped at her vulva, alternating between thrusting his tongue and blowing on her engorged button. She whimpered, wrapped her legs tighter around his neck.

“Brent!”

Her muscles went rigid. The orgasm rammed through her body. The world exploded into a million glorious fragments. Every joy she’d ever imagined pummeled through her with unrelenting intensity. This man’s tongue was the book of magic.

He thrust his tongue into her one last time. Then he pushed two fingers deep into her.

“Brent!” She screamed his name again, oblivious to everything else as her contractions gripped and released his fingers.

Chapter Nine

Brent ran his hands over Tanith’s shapely hips as his eyes focused on the woman beneath him. He felt awed, transported to another world. A million songs formed in his mind, all glorious but none as remarkable as the responsive female in his arms. Only the painful throbbing of his groan confirmed he remained on earth.

She panted. Short, ragged breaths escaped her beautiful lips as her body shook with spasms. Giving her pleasure touched him on a primitive level. His brain wanted to give her a moment to regain her equilibrium, but his brain no longer maintained control.

“My turn.” He pulled her to her feet and led her to the arm of the couch. He positioned her so her knees were on the arm of the sofa. Then he pushed her stomach onto the cushions and lifted her hips into the air.

The woman had a glorious ass. He placed his rod against her, instinctively finding her opening. He tried to resist the pull of her sexuality, but the strength of it drew him. No force in nature could stop him—the need to possess her echoed with every pulse of his throbbing organ.

He closed his eyes to absorb the pleasure, and then withdrew. She looked over her shoulder and met his eyes. For the briefest second, he feared she didn’t want him.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, using her arms to lift her chest from the cushion.

“Nothing. Everything’s perfect.” The woman had no idea just how perfect. Scary perfect. “I just need a second, angel.”

Confusion flitted across her face as he grabbed his jeans from the floor, fumbling for the pockets. Understanding crossed her features when he pulled out a condom.

He’d almost forgotten. Lust for Tanith whacked his brain. His need to fill her bordered on obsession.

She watched him sheath himself, the desire in her eyes every bit as sexy as the full breasts dangling from her kneeling body.

Brent ran his fingers down her back as he pressed against her. She whimpered when his tip touched her opening. He needed no more persuasion. He rammed into her, fueled by the heat that enflamed him over the past weeks.

He needed her, needed this. Her velvet wetness destroyed his control. He unleashed his lust into her. Over and over.

Sheer heaven.

She cried out as his cock pulsated. His body shook. He fell onto her back and wrapped his arms around her.

It took several seconds before he regained control of his lungs. Only then was he able to relish the contractions that clutched and released his member. He nuzzled her neck. His mouth widened into a grin of pure joy.

Embarrassment over the speed of his ejaculation quickly vanished. His member, deep inside her, pumped with new life as it grew full again.

He flipped Tanith onto her back and took a nipple in his mouth. The woman had beautiful nipples. Sensitive too, if the little purring sound she made as he alternated from the left one to the right was any indication.

He felt a resurgence of desire. Standing up, he removed the condom and reached for another, sheathing himself for a second time.

Her eyes flicked open. “But we just… How?”

“Shh,” he whispered. He thrust inside her again. She closed her lids.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you, baby.”

He withdrew and pulled her upright. Tanith stood with her thighs against the couch. He placed her arms around his neck and lifted her.

“Brent, I’m too heavy.”

He shushed her. “You’re a feather.”

“You don’t understand, I’m—”

She gasped when he lowered her hips onto his rod, at the same time pushing himself deeper into her lush body.

“Oh, God.”

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, opening and closing her mouth like a baby bird waiting for a worm. The limbs encircling his back trembled. Her pelvic muscles tightened around him. He spread her legs and held her firm, forcing her to wrap her ankles around his spine. He raised and lowered her with increasing speed, watching her eyes. He needed to focus on something, otherwise he’d lose his soul in the feel of her.

Tanith made little sex noises as he lifted and let her fall. The sounds spurred him to drive deeper. The only things that existed in the entire universe were his penis and the wonderful wetness enveloping him.

He sat down and began to bounce her, the pace frantic. He pumped harder and harder while his hands caressed her butt. He thrust into her with a fury, unable and unwilling to stop.

“Oh. Brent. Oh, my God.” Her orgasm grasped both his member and his heart.

He knew she would be great, but he had no idea she’d surpass his wildest fantasy. He made a guttural sound, pulling her deeper onto him.

His thigh muscles went rigid. Brent poured into her like a cosmic blast. He flew, lost in a wild, wonderful abyss of pleasure, pleasure so exquisite it felt almost painful.

Tanith’s unsteady voice brought him back to reality, “Brent, I feel… I’m kinda dizzy.”

“Hold on, sweetie,” he whispered, feeling a bit unsteady himself. His wooziness had little to do with the calisthenics he’d just completed. The lyrics to a love song he’d been trying to write unfolded in his mind.

Just as quickly, his state of bliss turned to fear. Tanith touched something he didn’t want exposed. She scared the hell out of him.

He couldn’t afford to care about her. He’d fallen into that trap before and he wasn’t going back. He had to get out of her apartment.