Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

soft and silky. I like the way your body is open to my gaze.” He leaned over, running his tongue over her sex.

Ripples of pleasure ran down her body. She curled her fingers over the bonds at her wrists, more for something to hang on to than anything else.

“You taste sweet.” He licked the inside of one thigh, then repeated on the other side.

She might have moaned; she wasn’t sure.

“I want to taste every inch of your body. I want to make you come again and again. He sucked her into his mouth again.

Her body tightened, threatened to snap in two. “Don’t stop,” she cried out.

Her passion-glazed eyes stayed on the mirrors as she watched him take her with his mouth. She arched toward him, wanting more, needing more. His tongue licked her sex, teasing her with his teeth. She was consumed by the fire that spread over and through her body.

“Oh, damn, I’m going to…” Spasms of pleasure washed over her as her body tightened and she came against his mouth. She closed her eyes and let the sensations consume her. This was good, so damn good.

Awareness slowly returned as she floated back to earth. When was the last time she’d felt this satisfied? Had she ever felt this satisfied?

Trent covered her with a blanket, but he didn’t untie her hands or legs. She didn’t care as languidness filled her.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered close to her ear.

“Umm,” she murmured. Now she could slip into a deeper sleep and awaken feeling refreshed and…

“You tasted sweet…hot. I loved running my tongue up and down you.”

A faint stirring began to build inside her.

“I can’t,” she finally told him. “I’ll dream about you believing in ghosts instead. No more sex dreams.”

“Are you sure?” He nuzzled her neck, then tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.

“Yes…yes,” she told him, but she didn’t sound very sure of herself.

He delved his tongue inside her ear. She moaned, her body arching.

“But if you’re positive…,” he began, rolling away from her.

“No, wait!”

He chuckled.

“Devil.”

“You’re not cold, are you?”

Now what was he getting at? More ice? That had felt really good. “No, I’m not cold.”

“Good, I want to look at your breasts.”

He took his time pulling the blanket down her breasts and baring them. The material scraped over her nipples. They responded by tightening. She sucked in her breath.

“Not hurting you, am I?”

As if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to her. “No.”

“Good.” He stopped the blanket at her waist. “Damn, I love looking at your breasts. They’re so perfect.”

He brushed his fingers over her nipples, watching as they tightened, then tugged lightly on each one.

“You don’t mind if I touch them, do you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

She watched in the mirror before closing her eyes. It was like looking at a porn movie and she was in the starring role.

Vibrations tickled her. She opened her eyes. Trent was running a vibrator over her breasts and down to her belly button.

“Feel good?” he asked.

She sucked in a breath when he dipped low on her abdomen. “Yes.”

“I read somewhere that a woman’s orgasm is increased ten times when she has a vibrator against her sex while a man is moving in and out of her.”

She tried to swallow, but couldn’t. All she could do was watch helplessly as he moved closer and closer to her sex.

He opened a bottle and began to pour warmed oil on her abdomen. A shiver of delight swept over her. She didn’t mind that it seemed to just appear. It was a dream. Who the hell cared?

He ran the vibrator through the oil, over her breasts and close to her sex. She groaned in frustration.

“Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”

“Ass.”

He chuckled. “Tell me what you want.”

Tell him? Actually say what she wanted him to do?

Why not? It was her body. Why shouldn’t she have just as much pleasure as he did?

“I want you to put the vibrator against my sex.”

He didn’t hesitate, but slid it down her abdomen and lightly rested it against her. Vibrations swirled around her. She bit her bottom lip, arching her body, wanting more.

“More?” he asked, reading her mind.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He turned up the dial of the vibrator. Oh, yes, this was good. “More,” she cried out. “I want you inside me.”

He entered her, filling her body. Their eyes met as he slowly pulled out, then plunged back inside, deeper this time.

The restraints were suddenly gone, as if they’d been there only because she’d wished them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer, just as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He moved inside the hot, moist heat of her body, then retreated. In and out. Faster and faster until she cried out and arched toward him. Shudders gripped her body in intense pleasure as she climaxed.

Vaguely, she heard him cry out as he came. His heavy breathing was close to her ear.

“Damn, that was good. So fucking good,” he whispered.

She smiled. This was what she’d been waiting for. The perfect orgasm.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and snuggled against Trent. No, it was the pillow she clasped to her. Did it matter? Not so much when she felt this satiated.

As the night swirled around her, she thought she heard Dixie and Wesley laughing. The joke was on them. This was the best sex she’d ever had. It didn’t matter that it had been with her sworn enemy. After all, it had only been a dream.

A smile curved her lips as she drifted into deeper slumber. Damn, she felt really, really good.

Selena rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed. Lord, she felt like death warmed over. It was all she could do to drag her eyelids open. Even then, she couldn’t focus.

Lord, maybe her eyes had fallen out.

No, they couldn’t have. She’d eaten her veggies.

Slowly, the room took shape. Same room, same lumpy bed, same hardwood floor that was so cold to her bare feet.

She jerked her feet up and slid beneath the sheet