The Honey Trap. Mary Baker Jayne

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      That was it: no more camera, no more honey trap. Just a man and a woman in a hotel room. If she wanted to make her excuses and leave, then now was the time to do it.

      But clearly that wasn’t going to happen.

      Reaching up, she took Seb’s face in both hands for a deep kiss, thirsty to taste him again.

      He drew her body towards his until she felt their bare flesh meet. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and slid it over her hips. Wiggling, she shimmied it to the floor.

      ‘Come on.’ His breathing was husky now, almost a growl. Taking her hand, he led her to the steaming, fragrant bath, its clear water dappled with soapy bubbles. His erection sprang towards his stomach in silent tribute to the milky curve of her buttocks as she sank into the water.

      She could feel the water’s embracing warmth cleaving to her body, holding it tight. Seb turned off the still-running taps and lowered himself in to face her. He took her hips in his hands and eased her towards him in one smooth movement, the water buoying her up until she came to rest between his knees. She felt almost drunk, her thoughts hardly audible through the intoxicating cloud of desire.

      He drew her face to him between both his hands and locked his lips into hers. The heat between them almost crackled with raw, unleashed energy while he searched her mouth. She could feel his fingers burrowing into her hair, pressing the back of her skull with an animal intensity. Oh, God, it felt good… She twined herself sinuously around his flesh, gliding her body against his; pressing, wanting.

      Finally drawing back from the scorching intensity of the kiss, breathless and flushed, he guided her back into a reclining position against the side of the tub.

      He seemed to be everywhere, raining down a flurry of fevered kisses on her neck and shoulders, caressing the contours of her hips and waist with his fingertips, one palm making ripples on the water as it moved along her inner thigh. But he was still in control, teasing her, never quite touching her where she longed to be touched.

      His lips found their way to the inviting plumpness of her breasts, unable to resist the way they rose and fell rapidly as her breathing became a harsh pant. She could feel the buzz of his stubble while he nuzzled and sucked a hard nipple and she gave a low, longing moan, drawing an answering moan from him.

      He moved below the waterline, kissing the white skin around her belly button, planting wet, lingering kisses along the bones of her hips. He looked up at her, his tawny eyes half closed and glazed with desire.

      Move up, the eyes seemed to telegraph, and obediently she eased her hips higher up the curved porcelain at her back, lifting her upper body above the water.

      Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his head move down between her thighs. Just like her fantasy in the bar, she looked down at his unruly mop of curls while he flicked his tongue across the soft flesh between her legs and up to where she was waiting, wet and ready for him, crying out for his touch.

      She let out a shuddering groan as he lapped his tongue against her, moving its tip in a circular motion, a slow and languorous massage at first, then faster, more urgent. As he heard her pants quicken, he began broad, muffled sweeps up and down, sucking, nuzzling, dipping into her. She reached down and grabbed the hand stroking her thigh, gripped it hard until her knuckles turned white, incapable of letting go until his actions arrived at their now-inevitable conclusion. He brought his other hand up to caress one firm breast, his tongue fluttering faster as she moved her body to the rhythm he set.

      ‘Ah! Oh… God, Seb!’ Angel felt her body convulse as she surrendered, her orgasm rippling, pulsing, melting through her nerves. She bucked and cried out while the euphoria claimed her, finally sinking limp and spent back into the water.

      She heaved a sigh of satisfaction, throwing back her head to savour the soft numbness of afterglow. Her vice-like grip on Seb’s hand loosened and he flexed some feeling back into the fingers while he rested his head against her for a moment, breathless and triumphant.

      Goosepimples stood out on her flesh, both from the now-cooled water and the still-fresh sensation of consuming ecstasy. She pulled Seb up into a kiss, tasted herself on his lips, kissed deeper in her gratitude for the pleasure he’d just given her that she longed to return.

      ‘Over here.’ Taking his hand, she rose from the water and led him over to the bed, where virginal white sheets begged to be violated.

      Gently she manoeuvred Seb’s broad, dripping bulk into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, kissing him deeply, then guided him down on to the mattress so she was straddling the toned, taut muscles of his stomach. As she looked down at him, his dilated pupils made those overpowering eyes seem almost black. She pushed a few damp chestnut curls away from his face and leaned down to kiss his muscular neck, one hand sliding along the broad expanse of his chest and massaging a nipple tenderly.

      Her eyes flickered to the cabinet by the bed, wishing she’d thought to bring some condoms so she could feel him inside her, their bodies moving together to the same rhythm. It hadn’t occurred to her to come prepared. She’d never expected it to go this far.

      Seb’s gaze followed hers. ‘You have some?’

      She gave her head a regretful shake. ‘There’s the bar toilets. I could –’

      ‘No. Don’t go. I can’t wait any more, Angel,’ he panted into her ear, his breath harsh and rasping. ‘Please.’

      She understood. Reaching down, she took his full, swollen length in her hand. He moaned, blinking hard, as she lightly moved her hand up and down in a smooth, fluid motion, caressing the hot tip with her thumb. Moving his hand to the back of her head, he pulled her lips on to his for a kiss that startled her with its intensity, it was so raw and wildcat savage. It told her he needed this release, at least as much as she had.

      She moved her mouth downward on a journey across his wet, shining torso, peppering hot and heavy kisses in her wake. She dragged a groan from his lips, tracing one nipple with the tip of her tongue and half kissing, half sucking at its hard peak. Continuing her journey down, she reached her target.

      She felt him shiver as she took him into her. She could feel him, every inch of him, sliding back and forth in the snug, wet grip of her willing mouth while she moved her tongue in a circular motion around his ridge. With the flat of her nails she brushed his inner thigh, matching her speed to the buck of his hips.

      The sheet tightened under her body as he knotted the cotton in a fist. It felt like his whole broad frame was ready to pop, needing her to unleash the primal energy pent up inside.

      ‘Don’t stop… ah! For Christ’s sake, Angel, please don’t stop now,’ he pleaded, choked with delicious agony.

      His moans became louder, more ragged, more vital, and his back arched as she pushed him past the point of no return. She felt his whole body convulse and he let out a groan that seemed to contain his life’s essence as he fell into the oblivion of climax.

      She paused a moment, then slid panting back up his body to where he lay, breathless and satisfied, on the pillow. He tilted his head to kiss her, the lips soft, tender, the bestial intensity of before now banished.

      ‘Oh God… that was incredible. You were incredible,’ he whispered, СКАЧАТЬ