Pearls of Passion Page 3

and shout in protest, but she couldn’t get her breath enough to speak. He held them there firmly for a moment, the message clear: You can touch when I say so. Not before.

  “Please, Robert,” she said, pushing the words past lips swollen from his kisses, but Robert only shook his head. His eyes smoldered, but his lips quirked, bringing out his dimples. Taunting her. Clearly enjoying his power over her.

  “Not yet, my beauty. I want you mindless. Begging.”

  “I am, I am, Robert, please. . .”

  “Shhhh. . . No, you’re not there yet.”

  Hot kisses rained down her center while his fingers returned to her nipples, lightly twisting, tugging through the satin, bolts of fire zinging between her nipples and her core, her body nothing but sensation. She was writhing, wet, hot, delightfully helpless in his hands.

  He traced his tongue from the base of her throat to her navel, circling and sucking, leaving cooling, damp splotches behind on the satin to mark his trail. Deep, growling sounds of pleasure rumbled in his throat and into her, hitting the sensitive spots, triggering a flood of sparking nerve endings all the way through to her spine.

  Chills raced the goose bumps rising all over her body as he continued nibbling and biting his way over the ridge of her skirt. She wanted him to pull up her blouse, to dive beneath it to her bare skin, to lick away the beads of moisture she could feel springing all over her torso. He continued his downward path instead, chewing the fabric of her skirt between his teeth, lightly grazing the skin beneath, until he dropped to his knees between her thighs.

  Robert hummed in his throat, approval purring through the air, and her sex clenched hard.

  Sabrina tried to raise herself, to look at him looking at the very center of her, spread open before him like a pagan offering. Ready. Waiting. But her body refused the call of her muscles, already so hyper-charged she could hardly think.

  She’d imagined this night, dreamed of it so many times over the previous months of waiting, but her imagination had failed her. His fingertips alone had taken her past the edge of anything she’d ever known before, and his tongue. . . Oh, God, his tongue. His lips, his teeth.

  Him.

  On display beneath the library lights, in full view of the unlocked front door, Sabrina rode the wave of female power surging through her system.

  Her body quivered with need, pulsing hot, and wet, and oh, so ready, but still Robert sat and stared, his hands tracing slow, sensuous circles over her belly and breasts. She kicked her stilettos to the floor and stroked his arms with her feet, moaning his name, urging him closer.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t bear another moment, he shifted forward. She tensed, anticipating. Breath held, throbbing, dying for the touch of his lips against the source of her passion, but instead he blew a breath against her, and she shuddered in surprise. His hands stroked to the juncture of her thighs, where his fingers caressed and played, up and down the sides of her mound, feather light. Down further, lifting her slightly to stroke her bottom and delve between her cheeks, his pinky finger rubbing that most sensitive circle of flesh, splintering her already shaky control.

  He stroked and teased in a torturous dance, coming ever closer, but not yet touching where she wanted him most, until finally, finally, with the lightest of strokes, he brushed against her center and sent her over the edge again. Her screams echoed through the deserted library, shaking dust from the rafters.

  Then his mouth was on her, and Sabrina thought she’d combust. Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses covered every inch of her sex, driving her past reason, past thought. His tongue flicked lightly against the delicate bud at her very core, tearing another scream from the depths of her throat. He stroked her with it, up and down her secret folds, lapping at her like a jungle cat with its first dish of finest cream. Slowly, savoring. Now faster, harder. Driving her crazy.

  “Yes, God, Robert. . .”

  “Come for me again, Sabrina. Now. I want to feel you, see you shake apart.”

  When his tongue delved inside her, tasting, devouring her inside and out, suckling and stroking, her mind simply shattered. Her screams rent the air like sirens and she rocked against him, her movements frantic. She couldn’t stop, wanted him never to stop. The vibrations of her orgasms were shaking her apart, bit by glorious bit, one after another after another. Her whole body trembled with the force of the pleasure skyrocketing through her system, until finally the shocks mellowed to shivers, and then to a heavenly glow, and still he laved her. Tongue, lips, fingers, as if he couldn’t get enough. He rubbed his face deeply into her heat, basking in the scent of her passion.

  Limp with pleasure, exhausted, still she craved him, needed him inside her, now more than ever. But Robert had other ideas.

  Hands stroking down her thighs, Robert pushed to his feet. He pulled her back to a sitting position and kissed her again, pillaging her mouth. Sabrina could taste herself, smoky-sweet, on his lips, on his tongue. Lightheaded, she sank into him and held on, riding the storm.

  All too soon, he disentangled himself from her arms. She looked up at him, confused, her brain passion-hazed, as sated as her pleasure-soaked body. Robert’s eyes, darkened to cobalt and heavy-lidded with desire—desire for her, praise Jesus—met hers with singular intensity. His fingers feathered the side of her face. Grasping her jaw, he pulled her in for one more kiss, then quick as a lightning strike, he grabbed her up, spun her around and tossed her face-forward over the counter.

  Breathless with surprise, Sabrina tried to brace herself against the wood. But instead of plunging into her like a wild stallion as she’d expected, his searing-hot hands grazed the sides of her thighs, raising her skirt inch by inch. As short as the skirt was it shouldn’t have taken long to lift it completely, but he drew it out, slowly, carefully, and once again Sabrina’s heart rate soared into overdrive.

  “Gorgeous,” he said, making her tremble.

  Robert skimmed his hands up her quivering sides and leaned over her, his weight pressing her into the counter. One hand moved her hair across her shoulder so he could nuzzle his face into her neck. A quick bite on her nape startled a laughing shriek from her that quickly turned into a moan when he straightened and drew both hands down her back in one hard stroke, over the curves of her ass and in between. He cupped her, his fingers doing magical things between her legs, then he dropped to his knees again and replaced his fingers with his tongue, continuing the dance.

  “I love the taste of you,” he whispered against her, his voice deep, heavy, full of desire, and Sabrina’s pulse shot even higher. “I want to watch you come again. And again and again.”

  Sabrina’s voice deserted her. Could she take any more? Her body, already over-sensitized, swamped with pleasure such as she’d never known, quaked.

  He spread her cheeks apart with his hands and rubbed a dampened pinky around her delicate and most secret spot of all, then pressed inside. Sabrina panted for air, explosive shocks jolting her entire body to the rhythm he set as he thrust his fingers inside her, front and back, moving them slowly in and out together, then faster and faster, forcing breathless screams through her lips as she came violently, jerking her hips against him in uncontrollable waves of lightning-shot pleasure.

  “Robert!” She sobbed his name, overcome, weak-kneed, her mind blanked and stars popping before her passion-glazed eyes. Her muscles gave out completely. If Robert hadn’t been holding on to her, pressing her into the counter, she would simply have slid off it, bonelessly, straight into a heap on the floor.

  He slapped her buttocks, and she jerked in surprise. “Hey,” he said, nipping her left cheek and sending another jolt through her system, “don’t you go passing out on me. I’ve waited for this for months. I’m not done with you yet.”

  She didn’t think she could take any more and survive, but Robert took the tips of his fingers and scraped tiny circles over her buttocks, just the tips of his nails, sending new waves of tingling pleasur
e soaring through her body.

  “You’ve—you’ve waited?” she gasped. How could they have missed each other’s cues for so long?

  “Waited and waited and waited.”

  Sabrina started to speak, but Robert ran his tongue down the back of her right thigh and she forgot whatever she’d been about to say in the wake of thrilling shivers racing over her skin.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered, “please, Robert. . .”

  “Mmmmm?” He reached the back of her knee, suckling the tender skin there before continuing down her calf to her foot. He massaged the arch with his thumbs, wrapped his lips around her toe and drew it deeply into his mouth. Sabrina had no idea her feet were so erotically charged. She raised up on tiptoe on the other foot, a new round of orgasms building from her toes up. He was killing her, but what a way to go.

  “God,” she rasped, her throat raw, “Robert. . . Please. I—I need. . .”

  “What?” She could feel the smile in his voice against the base of her foot. “What do you need? Say it, Sabrina.”

  “You,” she gasped, “I need you, please, God, inside me, right now.”

  “That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, and leapt to his feet.

  In one smooth motion, he flipped Sabrina to face him, jerked her against his body with her legs wrapped around his waist and lifted her to him as he plunged himself inside