Page 58 of One Midnight Kiss

I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as if they were the only stable thing in a world that was rapidly spinning out of control.

“Fox.” I breathed out his name again, unable to form any coherent thoughts as he touched me in ways no man ever had before. I whimpered, drowning in a sea of exquisite sensation. He groaned against my neck, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promised against my ear, his breath warm and husky. “I’m going to make your body sing. Just trust me.”

His mouth moved down my jaw and over my breast. He slid down me with his hands ever so gently sliding under my thighs and spreading my legs. And then his mouth was there.

Fox kissed and teased with a slow, maddening patience that had me twisting under him. His tongue danced over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My whole body shivered, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation alone was dizzying, consuming me with a breathless impatience I had never known.

He took his time, savoring my reactions. I could feel his smile against my skin, a grin of pure male satisfaction that fed the flames already threatening to consume me. Just when I didn’t think I could hold on any longer, he kissed his way up to where I was most sensitive and craving him.

The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming, a jolt of electric pleasure that shot through me. My body tensed until he rested his hand on my stomach as if to calm me. His tongue slid over my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

His delicate explorations left me breathless, my fingers digging into the sheets as he continued. The touch of his tongue was maddening and intoxicating, leaving me writhing beneath him. He was relentless, his actions designed to draw out every gasp and moan from me. His fingers had a mind of their own, tracing paths along my thighs and then adding some pressure while holding me in place.

My mind was a tangled mess of sensation and raw emotion. I felt myself being lost, swallowed whole by the fiery pleasure his skilled mouth was bringing me. The sensations flowing through my body were intense and had me on the edge of sweet ecstasy. I wanted the release. I could feel it just out of reach. Would this be it? Would I finally get to know what an orgasm felt like?

Pleasure built inside me, leaving me whimpering and blind with need. The pressure was irresistible. The coil of need gathered in intensity with every lap of his tongue. My reaction seemed to spur him on further. I writhed beneath him in barely contained ecstasy. He didn’t let up.

He pressed on, his actions becoming more urgent, more desperate as if he was as affected as I was. He kissed me deeper, suckling softly, teasing with his tongue. His hand snaked up to stroke my breast. I bucked up involuntarily against him. This time there was no holding back.

I cried out. The sweet surrender nearly had me blacking out. My body arched, spasming uncontrollably beneath his persistent mouth. The sensation washed over me like a tidal wave. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

My vision blurred as my mind went blank under the overwhelming force of my climax. I struggled to catch my breath as he kissed up my belly. He held his weight on his arms as he stared down at me with a satisfied smile.

I was a little embarrassed by my reaction.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded. “I did. I mean, that was it, right?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Baby, we’re just getting started. Give me a second and I’m going to make you feel so good you’re never going to want to get out of this bed.”

I nodded because I had a feeling he might be right. He crawled off the bed and peeled off his briefs. Once again, I was in awe of the man’s body. His cock was large and jutting out. He found a condom and quickly rolled it down the very long length. I had a feeling this was going to be one of the most satisfying experiences of my life.

He returned to the bed, kissing my lips tenderly before lining himself up at my entrance. His gaze locked on to mine, seeking silent approval. Giving a slight nod, I showed him that I was ready.

Fox entered me slowly, an inch at a time. He was being incredibly considerate in making sure I was comfortable. He slid in until he was as deep as he could go. He stopped to allow me to adjust. I could feel the broadness of his chest on mine as he huffed out a breath against my neck and lay absolutely still. Waves of pleasure washed over me at the fullness of him inside me.

He nibbled at the flesh on my neck. His teeth scraped over my skin as he began to move. He started with slow, rhythmic strokes that left me gasping and arching beneath him. His hips rocked against mine, driving himself into me. Every thrust was deeper and more intense than the last. The feeling of him moving inside me was driving me wild.

My body was responding to him on a level I had never experienced before. I ran my hand down his back, feeling the hard muscles move and tense. His moans vibrated against my ear. Everything about him was overwhelming. Everything he did was exactly what I needed to feel good. How was it possible? How did his body hit all the right spots when no one else had been able to make me feel like this?

“Breathe for me,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss against my temple. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I said on a moan. “Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered back, bringing his hand around to cup my face as he continued the rhythm of his hips against mine. His kisses were hungry and demanding.

The pleasure was building again, sweeping over me with such force it alarmed me. I clung to him, trusting him to guide me through the next orgasm. I was drowning in him, my senses overloaded with the heady mix of pleasure and anticipation. His rhythm increased, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of euphoria.

“Fox,” I gasped again, digging my fingers into his hard shoulders. My nails scraped over his skin. “I need⁠—”

His mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing my words. His deep groans echoed in the small room.

“Let go,” he growled, his control beginning to slip. “Come for me.”

His command ignited a fire within me. The tension that had been building at the base of my spine exploded outward. I became a star, burning bright and fast before going supernova and bursting apart in a million sparks of light. The pleasure washed over me. Ecstasy raced through every nerve in my body. I clung to Fox, my voice a broken symphony of gasps and groans.

Fox grunted with each powerful thrust. His own climax was nearing. Watching the raw masculinity he embodied prolonged my orgasm. I watched as the cords in his neck stood out. A sheen of sweat covered his chiseled body. His rhythm faltered and then he stilled completely, his head thrown back as his release overcame him. He let out a roar that sounded like he was in pain.

His body jerked and spasmed until he collapsed on top of me. He kissed the side of my face, his breathing ragged. He held me for several long minutes. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. My body was completely sated.

“I should go to my room,” I murmured.

“Stay.”

I wanted to. But reality was sinking in and this felt wrong. Good but wrong.

I was in bed with a man that had done something for me that no other man had been able to do. And I was thinking about the man in Paris. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt like that was the man I was supposed to be with.

Being with Fox was confusing things.