Moon Kissed Goddess
By Kathy Lynn
He heard the door open and she slipped through and closed it. The moonlight revealed her curves. The silk nightgown he had bought her clung to the lush fullness of her breasts and hugged her slim hips as she walked toward the bed. He was so hard he ached. His throat felt dry and he was speechless. He couldn’t even swallow when she stopped by the bed and lowered the gowns straps from her soft shoulders. With a shake of her hips that set the blood to pounding in his groin, the gown dropped down to her ankles and she stood naked before him. “I’ve thought of nothing else except the delights you promised me.” “I thought about us,” she said. I want to share your bed and I wish you would kiss me before I lose my nerve, and because I don’t know what else to say.”
He was at her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms. Her body tingled from the contact. His hand on her cheek was gentle, his eyes warm with tenderness. “You don’t have to say anymore, ” he told her. “That’s all I want to know right now, that you are here because you want to be.”
His mouth covered hers possessively. The feel of his lips a exquisite sensation that flew through her like a hot tidal wave. Instinctively she parted her lips in response to the firm pressure and his arms tightened around her, drawing her closer.
Her nakedness was hot against the heat and hard outline of his body, and his exciting male scent added to the assault on her senses.
“I want to love you,” he said.
“I want you too,” she murmured.
She eased her head back giving him freer access to her neck and he responded with a slow tantalizing sweep of his mouth and tongue. He stood there gazing at her moonlit nakedness His goddess, his love. She blushed and shifted her eyes downward.
“You are more beautiful than I have imagined.”
‘His husky murmur gave her courage and a surge of desire. She slipped her arms around his neck, inviting a kiss. He devoured her mouth hungrily until they were both breathless. Then as if she was weightless, he picked her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.
She gazed into the warmth of his eyes as he stared at her and smiled. Drawing a quick breath, she waited for the slow descent of his mouth. This time the kiss was harder and more demanding. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth sending shivers of desire spiraling through her. She responded openly, mindful of only him and the thrill of his kiss.
He reached out and cupped her flowers, then slowly skimmed his hands along her sides. She was engulfed in the feel of him. Lowering his mouth to them, he teased the sensitive peaks with his tongue. When he took her flower into his mouth, she arched against him, sucking in her breath and closing her eyes as he slide his warm hands across her stomach.
Continuing the sensuous tortures on her flowers, he began to massage the sensitive chamber of the most private part of her body, and his probing fingers sent jolts of erotic sensation spiraling through her. She whimpered beneath him and wanted to cry out for him to stop, but feared that is she did, he would. The exquisite feeling in the core of her tightened like a coil and continued to build until it burst, flooding her with waves of mindless tremors.
She burrowed against him, and in his arms waited until her rapid breathing ceased. Then raising his head, he covered her mouth in a passionate kiss, and she felt the quickening within her begin again.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded when he pulled away. She reached out to him.
“Sweetheart, I have no intention of stopping. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I have thought about this moment from the first time I saw you.”
Finally able to release the passion he had fought to control, he moved just far enough away to quickly shed his remaining clothes, the he returned and stretched out beside her.
He made no effort to stop her when she curled her fingers over his broad shoulders and followed the slope into his firm chest. Feeling the rapid surge of his heart beat, she grew bolder and began to toy with his nipples; then curious, she licked the tip of one.
The quick intake of breath broke the silence, gazing at his face, she saw that he was watching her intently. A faint sheen of perspiration glistened on his forehead, but he remained silent and motionless. Full of desire, only his eyes revealed the effect she was having on him as she licked the other nipple. His groan was all she needed as she tugged at it like he had done to her.
His body felt taut under her tough as he held himself in check. Sliding her fingers along the curve of his waist, she traced them across the flat plane of his stomach, feeling his muscles jump beneath her fingertips. Then she halted, unable to get the boldness to lower her hand any further.
“Finish what you have started, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. It’s just another part of my body, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
He took her hand and curled her fingers around his manhood. It felt hard and hot and pulsated in her hand. The strength and the feel of him excited her and intensified her own arousal.
“Gently honey,” he warned her when her grasp tightened.” She released him and he rolled over on top of her. “Oh, Lord, sweetheart, I want to learn every inch of you,” he said, as he lowered his head to her flower.
Within minutes her breath was reduced to ragged gasps. Barely able to think, she gripped the cold bars of the bed as her throbbing body withered under the magic of his kisses and his touch.
“Sweetheart, I can’t hold out any longer. Open for me love,” he murmured, as his hand sought the chamber at the junction of her legs. He kissed her. “Now are wedding waltz begins, my love,” he whispered.
With their bodies linked together, his hands and mouth reignited the rapturous ecstasy as the tempo of their dance escalated fulfilling their desires. She felt a glorious release at the instant his body vibrated with rapid tremors and he filled her with his passion
He laid back his head and closed his eyes. In the afterglow of their loving, she gazed at his handsome profile. She closed her eyes and they both drifted off to sleep.
Silver threads of gleaming moonlight brightened the darkness until they were replaced by the golden streaks of a rising sun.