Page 32 of Too Hot To Handle

Reever nuzzled one of Tory’s breasts, drawing a ragged sound from her. He smiled again and slowly caught her erect nipple between his lips, tugging rhythmically as he drew her deeper and deeper into his mouth, listening to her tiny cries. After a long time he lifted his head and looked down at her breast. Wet from his mouth, the cotton was nearly transparent. It clung faithfully to her taut nipple. The rose-tipped breast made a warm, inviting contrast with the cloth clinging to it.

Groaning softly, Reever kissed the sweet peak once more before he turned his head aside and found her other breast. He suckled her languidly, deeply, hotly, wringing soft cries from her as she twisted in slow motion against him, seeking release for the tension coiling more and more tightly within her with each movement of his mouth. After a long, long time he released her, only to bite lightly again and again at the sensitive nipple until he felt the unmistakable shudder of true arousal take her slender body.

Reever’s hands moved to the hem of Tory’s nightshirt, which had been drawn up above her hips by her movements. He brought the shirt up to Tory’s breasts a little at a time, nuzzling and teasing her with his mouth every bit of the way until he found her nipples again. They were still aroused, still needing him. As his warm mouth closed over one, she shuddered and unconsciously rocked her hips against his as pleasure expanded through her.

The movement tore a low groan from him. His mouth changed, caressing her with a lover’s fierce demand. He felt the fire rip through her, felt her body arch beneath his, felt her intimate heat penetrating the heavy cloth of his jeans as he stilled her wild movements by letting his weight sink into her, pinning her to the bed.

„Easy, little one, easy,“ Reever said again and again, gentling Tory even as he fought his own violent need to give her what she was silently, innocently, begging him for.

„Reever?“ Tory’s question ended in a moan as his teeth closed with exquisite delicacy on her breast.

„Am I too heavy for you?“ he asked, tugging at her, watching ripples of sensation race over her skin.

Tory’s only answer was a husky sound as she eased her legs farther apart, trying to get even closer to Reever. The innocent sensuality of the movement made him groan. His hand swept down her body to her thigh as he attempted to hold her still. He saw her eyes widen in surprise when his palm brushed over the apex of her thighs. He knew in that instant that she had never been touched, never known a man’s hand caressing the softness of her inner thighs, never known the seeking and finding and caressing of even softer flesh.

„Oh, God, little one,“ Reever said huskily, biting at the shadow dimple of Tory’s navel, feeling the wild response coursing through her. „I’ve got to touch you. It may shock you at first, but when you get past that, you’ll know you want it as much as I do. You’ll know that you belong to me everywhere, no matter how secret.“

Reever’s hand smoothed down Tory’s body again. The heel of his palm pressed against the sensitive feminine nub hidden beneath her tangled hair, and then his caress moved on to the smoothness of her inner thighs. He watched her face, not wanting to frighten her by a touch that was too new, too intimate for her to accept. He sensed the instant of her uneasiness and hesitation as his hand settled between her thighs. His fingertips stroked delicately over even more delicate flesh.

„I won’t hurt you,“ Reever promised. His voice broke as he looked down at Tory’s flushed cheeks and passionate mouth. „You don’t know what you do to me,“ he said hoarsely. „You make me want – everything. Look at me, sweet virgin. Tell me if I frighten you.“

Tory’s eyes opened, revealing a deep green rim around pupils dilated by sensual response. Reever’s breath came in with a hiss as he saw the evidence of her arousal. He felt as though he were being licked by fire. His fingertips slid over the satin triangle of her underwear, barely touching her, yet she trembled violently. His hand caressed her thighs reassuringly as he bent and kissed her breasts and then her lips, tasting her with a consuming sensuality that made her shiver and moan.

„It’s all right,“ he murmured. „I won’t do anything you aren’t ready for.“

„I feel so – strange,“ she whispered, staring into his eyes.

„Frightened?“ he asked softly.

Tory shook her head. „It’s just that – I thought I knew everything about my own body. But I didn’t. I didn’t know that you could touch me and I would feel it all over, everywhere. Even – “

„Even?“ he asked.

„Inside,“ she whispered, „where no one has ever touched me.“

Reever’s whole body tightened, but when he spoke, his tone was very gentle.

„I’m going to touch you there,“ he said, bending and kissing Tory’s mouth. Gently his fingers smoothed over the thin, sheer cloth separating him from her hidden warmth. When she began to tremble, he lifted his head, looking at her. „Let me,“ he said quietly. „I won’t hurt you. I’ll be so gentle that all you’ll feel will be pleasure. Just let yourself respond as honestly as you responded when I loved your breasts until you moaned. Remember how it felt for you then,“ he said, his voice husky, „because that’s just the smallest beginning of the pleasure I can bring you.“

While Reever spoke, his hand moved caressingly between Tory’s thighs. At first she lay stiffly, but after a few moments she relaxed and let the shimmering pleasure of his touch spread through her. Without realizing it, she sighed and shifted, opening her legs a bit more. She wondered why his eyes narrowed then as he smiled down at her, but the sweetness of his touch drove all thoughts from her mind.

Slowly he bent over and kissed her navel, letting her feel his teeth and tongue until her hips lifted with the involuntary sensual response he had been waiting for. At that instant he slid the sheer panties down her legs with a sweep of his hand. Any objections she might have had were lost when his mouth locked over hers, and he consumed her with strokes of his tongue that made her moan and move sinuously, slowly.

By the time Tory realized that the wild sensations shivering through her were coming from Reever’s palm moving slowly between her legs, it was too late to be shy or frightened. She could only do as he asked, as he urged, opening herself to his touch, watching his eyes darken with the same wild desire that was shaking her.

Delicately, gently, he traced her layered softness with his fingertips, watching her eyes change as she understood what was happening.

„Yes,“ Reever whispered, teasing the tiny, sensitive bud hidden in Tory’s softness. „You can feel what it will be like, can’t you? You can feel us coming closer and closer to the instant when you’ll give yourself to me.“

Tory’s breath came in with a moan as she felt Reever begin to deepen the caress with a tenderness that made her forget to be afraid. She watched his eyes through half-closed lids while he gently took more and more of her secret softness, and she felt as though he were unraveling her bones. She moaned again, watching him, unconsciously moving in counterpart to his touch, wanting more of him.

„You’re like a dancer, all grace and fire,“ Reever said, smiling, holding Tory’s glance as his touch slid more deeply into her and she gasped with pleasure and surprise. „Yes,“ he grated, „let me know how much you like it. Let me know how – “ His words ended in a groan as she melted at his touch. He watched her eyes, saw her surprise consumed by another burst of pleasure when he caressed her intimately. „You’re so hot, so soft, so perfect,“ he breathed, bending down to her. „You make me want to come apart right here, right now, with you watching me.“ He shuddered and took her mouth with a thrust of his tongue. „Little virgin,“ he said huskily, biting her neck and shoulder with barely leashed hunger. „But not for long.“

Reever’s hand moved hotly, intimately, and Tory cried out again, melting again. His smile was a savage mixture of pleasure and the pain of not taking her. Tory saw the smile and felt lightning race through her, a sensual hunger that he was focusing with each searching caress. She reached for him, needing the consummation of his mouth, needing to feel his weight over her, moving, and her own body moving in return, needing something she had never known and could not even describe.

„Reever, I want – “ Tory’s voice broke as pleasure radiated through her at his touch, a slow, bursting heat that made her moan.

„What?“ he murmured, slowly releasing her, letting his hand slide up to her navel, teasing the dimple with his warm, damp fingertip. „What do you want?“