The Perfect Match?. PENNY JORDAN

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      Once again her eyes gave her away and Guy muttered hoarsely to her, ‘You know what I mean, don’t you?’

      The only thing she needed to do was simply to nod her head and watch in trembling anticipation as he swiftly removed his own clothes. His body was taut and athletic, all clean lines and strong muscles. The sight of the soft, dark body hair that lay in silken whirls against his skin seized her body with a pang of female appreciation and made her curl her toes in sensual response to such masculinity.

      Again in direct contradiction to her previous and admittedly rather prosaic and mundane sexual experience, she discovered that with Guy she actually wanted to look at his body, to explore it visually with an open-eyed female curiosity, not just to know its differentness but, she suspected with a small sense of shock, to inspect and judge its male ability to satisfy the hunger that she knew she wasn’t going to be able to control for much longer.

      She hadn’t realised quite how long she had been studying him or quite how hard she was frowning until she heard Guy asking her with rueful lightheartedness, ‘Do I pass?’

      Thoroughly mortified, Chrissie started to look away, nodding her head as self-consciousness began to overwhelm her, but Guy simply laughed and hugged her reassuringly.

      ‘It’s all right,’ he told her warmly. ‘You have every right to look and judge. There mustn’t be any barriers between us, Chrissie, or any inhibitions or murky areas that can’t be touched. That isn’t what you and I are about. Of course you want to look at me. Just as I want to look at you. After all, doesn’t half the pleasure in enjoying a meal come from its visual presentation, and doesn’t that presentation stimulate and increase our appetite for it, just as looking at you is stimulating my appetite for you?’ he asked her softly.

      And then, before she could make any response, he bent his head to kiss her.

      Gently at first, almost too gently, Chrissie decided, she started to press herself closer to him whilst she tried to prolong and deepen each kiss like a fish chasing a lure, not realising that she was the one being lured until Guy’s arms snapped tightly round her and then the tongue she had been trying yearningly to caress and coax with hers was suddenly no longer teasingly tempting her into his but instead thrusting powerfully and sensually within her own, causing her whole body to jerk against Guy’s in a shudder of pleasure she was completely unable to control.

      Not, or so it seemed from Guy’s approving reaction, that he wanted her to control it, or anything else, she recognised as his hands swept her body and cupped her buttocks, pulling her tightly against him whilst he murmured against her mouth how much he wanted her, how much he ached for her.

      No more than she wanted and ached for him, Chrissie knew, but she wasn’t aware of having whispered the words against his mouth until Guy picked her up in his arms and carried her across to the bed.

      As he placed her on it, she could feel the warmth of his breath against the skin of her midriff. Shakily she closed her eyes as she felt herself starting to quiver and then tensed as she felt Guy’s mouth brush lightly against her body, his tongue tracing round her navel.

      Once and then again, a thousand tiny darts of sensual pleasure exploded inside her like the seeds of a puff-ball exploding in the summer sunshine, the sensation at one and the same time so delicate and yet so powerful that it shocked her into speechless wonder.

      ‘Is it good?’ she heard Guy questioning her thickly. ‘Do you like that?’

      Like it? The only reaction Chrissie could manage was a soft groan followed by a sharply indrawn breath as his mouth started to move downwards across her stomach towards her hip-bone in a series of caresses so light that they barely seemed to graze the surface of her skin and yet so sensually erotic that what lay beneath that skin was already reacting to them with a rhythmic urgency that couldn’t be ignored.

      Not even the sensation of his hand gently and protectively covering her sex could detract from the effect the delicate, tender exploration of his mouth was having on her body.

      Which, she decided later, had to be the reason why she finally opened her eyes and saw Guy kneeling between her thighs, his whole concentration focused on the feminine heart of her as he slid his hands beneath her and gently tilted her body upwards so that he could have complete and total access to her intimacy. She felt no sense of inhibition or false modesty, no need to cover herself or push him away, but instead a strong awareness of the rightness, the perfection of his intimate, loving possession of her as his tongue probed the moist mystery of her body whilst she lay still and watchful, her breathing shallow but steady until he found what he was seeking and started to caress it with increasingly sensual strokes. Then her body trembled and jerked wildly in response to him, so wildly that she could feel the hard grip of his fingers biting possessively into her flesh as he continued to hold her beneath his mouth whilst she writhed and arched frantically beneath him, not sure if she wanted to pull away and bring her sweet torture to an end or arch up greedily against him and demand even more of the shocking pleasure he was giving her.

      Her body, though, was perfectly sure of what it wanted, needed, craved, and the high female sound of arousal that sobbed from her throat made sure that Guy knew, as well.

      ‘No. No more, please don’t,’ Chrissie panted deliriously as the hot quivers of pleasure darted through her body, convulsing her womb with tiny warning spasms of what lay ahead of her, making her shiver in a mixture of awe that she could feel such intense pleasure and a self-protective fear of the inevitable loss of self-control, of self that would come with it.

      It was Guy who now controlled her body and her reactions and not her.

      ‘Stop,’ she begged him, adding unintentionally, ‘I’m afraid...’

      ‘Of what?’ Guy asked her rawly. ‘This?’ He watched her face as she trembled against his touch.

      ‘It’s all so overpowering, so...so unfamiliar to me,’ Chrissie admitted unwillingly. ‘I don’t...I haven’t...’

      ‘You’ve given yourself physically before,’ Guy guessed for her, ‘but not like this, not totally, completely, physically, emotionally and mentally, the way it is now between us. I feel just as afraid,’ he told her simply, ‘afraid of not matching up to your expectations, of disappointing you, of spoiling what we have been given.’

      ‘You couldn’t do that,’ Chrissie told him softly, and as she said it she knew it was true and she knew something else, as well. ‘I want you, Guy,’ she told him emotionally, reaching out towards him, her body trembling as she met the burning look of physical desire in his eyes.

      Unable to stop herself, she reached out and touched the tip of his erect manhood with her fingertips and then ran them slowly and a little hesitantly along the shaft.

      Now it was his turn to tremble and groan, the sound emerging from deep within his chest as he closed his eyes and told her thickly, ‘God, that feels so good, too good.’ He suddenly tensed and groaned again, then bent his head and cupped her breast with his hand, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking fiercely on it, not just to give her pleasure, Chrissie recognised with a sharp kick of female power, but also because it was what he wanted. He needed to feel the soft warmth of her breast within his mouth, to draw on it and from it in just the same way that she now ached to feel him within her.

      ‘Now, now, please, Guy, now,’ she pleaded, whispering the impassioned words between the frantic kisses, her earlier fear of losing control completely forgotten, overwhelmed by a far more urgent and important need—the need to complete the cycle they had both set in motion, СКАЧАТЬ