Dark Abyss by Kaitlyn O'Connor (top fiction books of all time txt) 📗

face and throat. The shifting of his weight gave her enough room to free her arms, though, and she caught his shoulders, trying to pull him back. He leaned toward her and then changed his mind, rolling away instead. Dismay and disappointment filled her until he grasped the coverlet and tossed it away. Cool air wafted over her and then he settled his chest against hers again and she felt the coolness of his skin, the dampness that told her he’d only just come from the water.

It flickered through her mind to wonder how he’d gotten in and why he’d climbed into her bed with her, but she dismissed it as soon as his lips met hers again in hungry assault. It sent a fresh thrill through her. She shifted closer to him, rolling her hips and curling one of her legs around his, sucking at his tongue greedily to absorb the taste of him more fully as he explored her mouth.

He caught her thigh, holding it as he shifted his hips between her legs. Her kegels clapped together in anticipation, her mind instantly leaping to the realization that that was what she needed, to feel him inside of her. Instead of entering her, though, he broke the kiss and stroked a hand over her, searching for a way beneath her nightie. Goosebumps broke out all over her, making her nipples rise to hard points when he found the hem and delved beneath it. The coast of his hand upwards to cup one breast created goosebumps on top of goosebumps, made her skin feel too tight and so exquisitely sensitive it was almost painful.

She couldn’t catch her breath! The struggle to do so produced only pants that made her dizzier. She clutched at him as he broke the kiss at last, half afraid he’d stop.

Instead, he pushed her gown up and covered the tip of one breast with the heat of his mouth. She gasped. Her eyeballs rolled back in her head. She thought she was going to pass out from the sensation pouring through her with every tug of his mouth on her.

She arched against him mindlessly, pressing her mound against him rhythmically in a silent demand, sinking her fingers into his hair when he moved to her other breast instead.

Now! Now! Now, she thought deliriously, struggling with the urge to voice her demand. She felt like weeping when he ceased to tease her breasts at last, but instead of giving her what she needed, he tugged her gown off and pressed his chest to hers, rubbing restlessly against her as he explored her throat with his mouth.

It drove her to the brink of madness. She’d begun to despair that she would climax the moment he touched her sex if he didn’t enter her soon, or come before he ever touched her when he lifted away from her and slid one hand down between her thighs.

Cupping her sex, he stroked her lightly with his hand and leaned down to kiss her again.

Her panties were wet from the moisture seeping from her. She grasped his arm, tugging his hand away and then shoving it beneath her panties, groaning when she felt his fingers gently parting the sensitive flesh, stroking her cleft.

Breaking the kiss with a hoarse gasp, he withdrew his hand and grasped his cock, trying to push past the leg of her panties and enter her. For several moments, they struggled with the barrier. Abruptly, he reared upward onto his knees, grasped the waist of her panties and snatched them down her legs.

She disentangled her feet from them and planted her bent legs on either side of his, lifting her arms to him in invitation, in supplication. He surged over her, seeking.

She reached down, catching his buttocks in both hands and bumping her pelvis against his until they finally managed the connection they’d both been desperately seeking.

Caleb, she thought in a mental supplication and praise she didn’t dare voice as she felt his cock stretching her, slowly delving a little deeper inside of her with each bold thrust. The friction of his flesh against the inner walls of her sex produced the most divine heat imaginable, each thrust generating more until she felt as if she would be consumed by it.

And then she felt her body stir, begin to vibrate as her body reached a surfeit and could contain no more. Groaning as the first shockwave of her climax traveled through her and her body tensed, she burrowed her face against his chest and clutched him more tightly. As if he felt the vibrations of her climax, he shuddered and began to drive more swiftly into her until he reached his peak and trembled with it as she had, shuddered, groaned with the intensity of the pleasure.

A sublime sense of rightness wafted through her as she held him tightly to her, stroking his back as the shudders tapered off to nothing and he relaxed limply against her.

For long moments, they simply lay locked together, panting for breath. Eventually, he stirred and slipped away from her. A minor shaft of disappointment wafted through her, but she discovered she was simply too relaxed to have the energy for much distress.

A shiver skated through her when she’d cooled. She was just contemplating trying to retrieve the cover from beneath him when he rolled toward her again and nuzzled his face against her throat, nibbling lightly. Lifting his head after a moment, he bent lower, plucked at each nipple, and then sat up and rolled off the bed.

She pushed herself upright and stared as his back as he headed toward the door.

A jolt went through her when she saw the shadowy figure standing framed in the opening. It didn’t make her feel particularly better when