But in her dream she could allow herself to open up to her lover, allow him to truly pleasure her, to show her what heights her body was capable of. When she felt hands on her thighs, she opened wider and sensed him settle between her legs. A moment later, warmth flooded her core: his mouth was on her sex, and he was licking her, lapping up the juices that oozed so freely from her now as if he loved her taste.

Bianca even heard his moans, the deep guttural sound only a man in the throws of ecstasy could make. As if she was sucking him, not the other way. Yet her dream lover seemed to derive more pleasure from licking her pearl than if she was sucking his cock into her mouth. Only in a dream, things could be that perfect.

Bianca arched into his touch, silently urging him on to give her more, to drive her higher. He seemed to understand her only too well, because his tongue forged ahead and drove into her quivering slit, filling that gaping void that no other man had ever truly been able to fill. Her back lifted off the mattress as she pressed her head deeper into the pillow, unable to keep her body from trembling.

Perspiration gathered on her skin, the tiny pearls of sweat collecting in the hollow between her breasts before turning into a rivulet and racing down her stomach to pool in her navel. How a dream could make her feel so hot on such a cold night was beyond her. She wouldn’t have needed the fire she’d kindled in the fireplace had she known that a talented dream lover would visit her and shower her with his attentions.

His speared tongue alternated between thrusting into her moist channel and then licking over her aching pearl, stroking the bundle of flesh until she was fairly begging for release. But he wouldn’t give her any. Whenever she was close to climaxing, he’d pull back and simply stroke languidly over her nether lips and lap up her juices before he’d return to teasing her most sensitive center again. Almost as if he was preparing her for a release of magnificent proportions.

When his tongue circled her pearl again, she reached for him, intent on keeping him there and not letting him escape until he’d brought her over the edge. Her fingers found thick hair that coated his head and buried themselves in it as she cupped him and forced his mouth to suck her harder.

“More!” Bianca cried out.

He succumbed to her order and sucked the little bundle of sensitive flesh between his lips and tugged. A spear of energy bolted through her core, robbing her of her breath. Panting, she praised him, “Yes, yes, that’s good.”

And as if he understood what she wanted, he tugged harder. At the same time, he drove a thick finger into her channel. She jolted at the intensity—no, two fingers. He’d driven two fingers into her, stretching her tight channel.

Her heart beat frantically as he sucked at her pearl then lapped his tongue over it in a rapid rhythm. His fingers took on the same rhythm, pumping into her, and she couldn’t hold on any longer.

She felt the waves before they hit her, felt her orgasm approach with a deep rumble and let herself fall. Like a massive ocean current, the sensations drowned her and swept her away until all she felt was the gentle soothing warmth of her lover’s tongue as it continued to tease aftershocks from her exhausted body.

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It seemed to take ages until he finally lifted his head from her sex and allowed the air to cool her skin.

“You taste delicious.”

The deep voice was close and didn’t sound like it was part of her dream. Bianca’s body tensed as her eyes flew open. It took several seconds for her vision to adjust to the dark of the room. She was still in her mother’s old bedroom, but she was not alone.

A man—a naked man—rose from between her legs. His dark hair was disheveled as if somebody had run their hands through it one too many times. His lips glistened with moisture, and his eyes gleamed with arousal.

Her dream lover was real. She had allowed a complete stranger—a man who’d broken into her house—to make love to her!

Bianca looked down at herself and noticed that the little purple robe she’d worn to bed because she’d neglected to pack a nightgown in her haste, was open in the front and her entire body was exposed to the stranger, who still looked at her. His dark eyes were hypnotizing.

“Good, you’re awake now. Let’s fuck.”

His blunt words pulled her out of her momentary trance. She jerked away from him, her back meeting the bed’s headboard while she snatched a pillow and pressed it against her front, covering her breasts and her exposed sex, unable to press her thighs together since his hands were still gripping them.

“Who are you?”

END OF EXCERPT

Excerpt of A Touch of Greek




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