Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple II (15 page)

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Not wanting to end their torrid kiss but needing to feel more of him, she pushed his face away. He gasped for air and she leaned back to wrench his shirt from his pants.

Grasping each half of his shirt, she yanked and the buttons flew in every direction. She pushed the tattered garment from his shoulders to expose his broad torso.

She licked her lips, tasting the essence of Luc and their passion before pulling his head back down to hers for another kiss. His mouth was hard as it nipped at hers. Her head reeled at the sensations he aroused and she clung to him to keep from floating away.

She sighed when he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over their taut tips, setting off another explosion that caused a moan to break from her lips. As if he understood what she needed, he broke the kiss to slide an arm underneath her buttocks and lift her higher. His mouth unerringly found one pointed nipple and he took it into his mouth and sucked greedily.

Rachel cried out as the symphony of sensations raced through her body to pool at the apex of her thighs. She arched against him as if to drag him closer or push him away, she didn’t know which. He responded by pulling her tighter against him, grinding his erection into her. The erotic rocking motion set off a chain reaction. A high keening cry broke from her lips as the tension spiraled tighter, coiling low in her belly.

As his left hand plucked at the erect peak of her breast her release exploded throughout her system.

She clutched at his broad shoulders as she convulsed against him, cries escaping her lips as the powerful orgasm washed over her in sharp waves. Her breath raged in her lungs and her head fell to his shoulder as the residual tremors moved through her.

She clung to the man who held her gently cradled against his chest.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced,” Luc murmured against her shoulder.

Rachel roused herself to chuckle. “How can you say that? You can’t see anything in here.”

“I can see more than enough.”

That’s what I’m afraid of…

Her throat constricted. “Make love with me,” she whispered.

“With pleasure.” Luc pushed away from the door. Instead of heading up the steps, Rachel was surprised when he walked past them and into the living room. He gently deposited her onto the back of the couch.

“What about the bedroom?” she asked.

“Too far away, we’ll never make it.“ Luc branded the damp skin of her throat with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

Rachel purred as she felt the muscles shift beneath his skin. That she could make this strong man lose control was a very heady thought indeed. She wanted to sing with 87

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the sheer power of it. She stroked his back; muscles contracted beneath her touch as her hands caressed every inch of exposed flesh she could reach.

He shoved her skirt up and the cool air tingled across her exposed skin. Luc seized her by the back of the knees and she reveled in his strong grasp. He pulled her thighs apart and insinuated himself between them.

Luc reached for his zipper. She stopped him by sliding her hands over his velvet-covered erection, cupping him. His hands fell away and his eyes narrowed as he gave an involuntary thrust against her palm.

“If you keep doing that, this will be over too soon,” he groaned.

Rachel laughed, a soft throaty chuckle. “And the problem with that is…”

His gaze claimed hers. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Her mouth went dry and her breath caught. She wanted that more than anything else in the world. She wanted this man buried deep inside her.

With hands that shook, she finally managed to unzip his pants to allow his engorged flesh to spring free. She slid her hand around his cock and the air hissed from his lungs. Gently she stroked him from the broad head to the root, marveling over his size and the feel of him in her hands. The silk-over-steel feel of him transfixed her as she stroked and she watched, entranced, as a bead of fluid escaped from the blunt tip.

“I think you’d better stop now,” he hissed.

“If you insist…” With one last stroke she slid her hands up his hard belly to tease his nipples with her fingertips. She lightly pinched one and he jerked beneath her touch.

He pushed her dress up to press the broad tip of his erection against her damp flesh. “I want to come inside you, now.” Sliding his hand between her thighs, he caressed her clit with long slow strokes until she writhed in his arms. He slipped a finger into her pussy and sank into her damp flesh.

Rachel shuddered at his touch; instinctively drawing her knees up to take him deeper. Desire threatened to engulf her.

“Just like that.” Bending over her, he tenderly explored her cunt, coaxing and teasing, preparing her for his entry.

A moan escaped her as his thumb brushed her clit. She wound her arms around his neck, drawing him closer to her as the world tilted wildly beneath his knowledgeable hands. His slow strokes grew more rhythmic and her hips rocked in response, her inner muscles subtly clasping his finger as she answered his mating call.

Suddenly impatient, Luc removed his fingers and replaced them with the broad head of his cock. As he entered her, she moaned, arching against him, taking him so deeply she feared she would burst.

He slid his hands down the outside of her thighs. Catching her beneath each knee, he drew her legs up higher. The tiny shift in position allowed him to bury himself to the root. Her breath caught in her throat as his cock hit her clit dead on, sending chills over her body.

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Fire rippled through her body and pooled between her legs as he thrust. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations that rocketed through her veins. Strong hands held her steady as he hammered into her, each thrust taking her higher than the last.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he forced her body into taking its release.

She screamed with the force of her orgasm, her body arching against his. He continued to move, slow rippling movements of his hips that prolonged her ecstasy.

Sensation flowed through her again and again, rolling over her in waves of pleasure until…finally…they slowed.

“Good?” he whispered.

“Yes…”

She’d barely caught her breath when he began thrusting in earnest. Within seconds, another cry was wrenched from her as a harsh groan exploded from Luc. With his head thrown back and his face contorted, she held him tightly as he came deep within her.

* * * * *

Luc awoke to the sensation of a hot tongue on his cock and his eyes flew open.

Rachel was between his thighs and her scarlet mouth nibbled at the broad head of his cock. Her eyes sparkled with devilment when he moaned and she released him. Kissing his lower belly, her mouth was hot and her silky hair tickled when she lapped at his belly button. His stomach clenched and she continued her way up his body. Her breasts, crowned with fat, rosy nipples, scraped along his rib cage.

“Luc,” she purred.

“Yeah, babe.” His throat was dry and he could barely form the words. He reached for her, wanting to taste her, kiss her and fuck her all over again.

“I want to fuck you with my mouth.” She guided his hands to the headboard and curled his fingers around the brass rails. “I want you at my mercy.”

His tongue went thick and he gasped, “Trust me, I’m already at your mercy.”

She chuckled and kissed her way down his body, pausing to lick at his belly button again. He squirmed because it tickled and she tossed her head back and laughed.

“You’re ticklish,” she chortled.

“This isn’t very dignified,” he muttered as she gave his bellybutton another slow lick.

“I’m not after your dignity.” She closed her hand around his cock and gave him a long, lingering stroke. “I’m after something much bigger than that.”

Her mouth came down over his cock and he stifled a yell. His hips pumped against his will and he knew he was just seconds from losing it.

Not yet…please not yet…

Rachel seemed to realize his predicament. She cupped his balls and gave them a lingering caress, just enough to bring him back from the edge.

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“Christ, Rachel,” he gasped, sagging against the bed. “You’re killing me.” There wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t completely aware of her every movement. If this wasn’t being at her mercy, he didn’t know what was.

She chuckled. “Not even close, Lover.”

She opened her sweet mouth and took his cock deep into her throat. Luc’s hips arched, his mouth opening on a silent moan of pleasure as she began suckling him.

Slow and hot, her mouth and talented hands moved over him as she took him back toward the edge of release. She gave a soft hum of pleasure and he almost shot off the bed as the vibrations ran down his cock and shot straight up his spine.

Her eyes were closed and her expression was a symphony of erotic decadence as she worked her mouth over his flesh. Luc lost track of everything except for the woman bending over him. He felt the thick brass of the bed rails give under his grip but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to savor the pleasure this woman was giving him. He’d wondered what her plump, scarlet lips would look like wrapped around his cock. Now he knew: even better than he’d imagined.

Orgasm beckoned and this time she didn’t try to stop him from release. He came with a wild shout; his body tensed and the headboard finally gave way as the spindles broke in his grasp. Rachel kept him deep in her mouth, soothing him with her hands as she swallowed every last drop of fluid.

When the storm passed, Luc went limp on the bed. His breath raged in his lungs and his heart thudded so hard he thought it might explode from his chest. Rachel released him and moved up beside him. Curling onto his side, he draped an arm around her.

“How was that?” he panted.

She chuckled and slid her bare thigh along his. “It will do, for now.”

* * * * *

Luc teased her with one, long, slow lick. Her soft curls tickled his nose and he inhaled the fragrant scent of her damp pussy. Her moan was long and ragged causing him to lift his head. Her slim wrists were bound to the damaged headboard with his red silk sash and the muscles in her arms strained as she fought both for and against his mouth.

He grinned and took full advantage of her captive situation to bathe her flesh with his tongue. He swirled along the soft damp folds letting her moans and cries guide him in his prolonged torment of her body.

“Luc, please,” she moaned. Her hips thrust toward his mouth and still he refused to touch her clit. He wanted to make sure she lost her mind as he had his.

“I love to hear you beg, babe.” He nipped one plump lip.

“Ppppplease…”

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Her moan was music to his ears. He gave her the needed stroke with his tongue, eliciting a scream. Her back arched and he zeroed in on her clit and suckled it. She moaned again and her movements became more frantic as she strained against him, searching for release.

He slid one finger inside her tight pussy and she came with a wild scream, her vagina clenching his finger as her tight body came against his tongue. She was gasping for air when he moved from between her thighs. After releasing her from her bonds, he curled up next to her. Taking her by the waist, he rolled over until she covered him like a limp, human blanket.

Parting her thighs, the broad head of his cock broached her sweet cunt. Her head came up. He saw the satisfaction and renewed arousal lingered in her eyes. Bracing her hands against his chest, she sat up and guided her pussy over him, sliding down millimeter by millimeter until he was buried deep within her.

She was too sweet, too tight, for him to last long.

He thrust upward and she followed his movement with a gentle ripple of her inner muscles. Her breasts swayed and her rosy nipples thrust outward, begging for his touch. She surrounded him like a silken glove and he almost came at the second thrust.

Her eyes slid closed and she moved over him, her expression a portrait of dreamy sensuality and her damp, fuck-me lips parted in a half-smile.

Her back arched, her breasts bobbed over him and he reached for them, trailing his fingertips over the lush globes and taut tips. Her lashes fluttered and she gave a loud moan. He thrust upward even harder and she fell forward against his chest as he began to ruthlessly push into her. She was too beautiful, too sexy for him to withstand more of her erotic magic.

She braced her body against his chest and his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place for his thrusts. Reality receded as their bodies strained for completion. Her head dipped toward his throat and he knew what she was asking. The most intimate act a vampire could do was to drink from their lover. It was an act that bordered on sacred among their kind and never before had it felt right to him to allow the act to occur.

Luc tilted his head to the side and Rachel’s hot little mouth touched his flesh. He felt the slight sting of her fangs as she sank them into his flesh and he drove into her so hard he lifted both their bodies from the mattress. He’d never taken a woman who was this tight, this lush, and allowed her to drink from him.

The feel of her lips moving on his neck was so erotic that he lost himself in the sensuality of the moment. His grip tightened on her waist and Luc took her without mercy, his hips hammering into hers. Her climax was abrupt, her pussy gripping him so tight he thought he might have stopped breathing for a few seconds. The thrilling clasp of her flesh tossed him over the edge and he came deep inside her with an intensity he’d never felt before.

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Rachel released his throat and together they sank into a morass of liquid heat. Their hearts beat in unison and, slowly, the storm passed. Luc wrapped his arms around her, never wanting to let go.

* * * * *

Dawn was fast approaching when Rachel slipped from Luc’s bed. In the silence of early morning, she gathered her clothing, wanting to make her escape without him waking. Mentally chastising herself for staying this late, she located an errant shoe under a pile of bedclothes that had slid off the end of the bed.