Loving Lies. Tina Donahue

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СКАЧАТЬ his will. “You want to pleasure me again?”

      “I want you to see to my pleasure. To have your hands do to my shaft what your body should, caress and stroke its length. Bring me to completion.”

      She eased back, her attention falling to his rigid rod. A deep pink tint flooded her chest, throat, and cheeks.

      “Is there a problem?” he asked.

      Her gaze flicked to his before returning to his sex. “No.” With tender care, she took his thickened flesh in her hand.

      A shock of delight tore through Fernando, forcing him to dig his toes into the cool mud in order to keep steady. His legs still wavered as she cupped his sac in her other hand. Her caress pulled a strained grunt from him.

      Isabella quickly loosened her hold. “Did I hurt you?”

      He was too aroused to speak. After shaking his head, he gestured for her to continue.

      * * * *

      She willed her heart to stop thudding against her throat.

      It beat even harder as she regarded his heavy sex now in her care. Fernando’s skin was exquisitely soft and hot, his rigid length breathtaking, his smooth crown nearly purple with desire. Never had she felt or seen anything as wondrous. It blinded her to the lies she would continue to tell, the future they could never have. What mattered now were these few moments. The only they might share.

      As he rested his forearms on her shoulders and delivered himself to her, she ran her fingertip over the small depression in the head of his shaft. A clear, silky fluid emerged. She’d heard other women speak of this…how it announced the beginning of a man’s pleasure. Mesmerized, she stroked the liquid over his reddened tip and worked her fingers past the crown to his shaft until she’d reached the thick hair on his groin.

      He kept growling, the sounds strangled, nearly out of control. He’d lowered his head, his breathing difficult.

      She made matters even harder on him, doing to Fernando what her male cousins had done to themselves when none of them had known she’d been spying. As Isabella worked one hand up and down his meaty length, she fondled his sac.

      He bunched his shoulders, increasing the weight of his forearms on her.

      She endured the burden willingly, tending to his pleasure. He clenched his jaw, his face reddened. He was surely close to release. Recalling what he’d done with her, she stopped arousing him and merely caressed. He thrust his hips toward her, obviously wanting her to continue. When she did not, he muttered what sounded like an Arabic oath and glared.

      She curled her fingers more tightly around his sex and worked him harder, faster than before.

      His head dropped forward, hair dancing in the breeze. He grunted repeatedly, yet didn’t climax. She sensed he was fighting pleasure to prolong the feeling. His response increased her determination to bring him full joy. She stroked fast and slow, hard and soft. He growled and panted, finally pressing his face to his arm to quiet his lusty groans.

      His hot, creamy seed spurted across her palms. Fascinated, she stroked his flesh.

      His groans turned to gasps. He lowered his arms and pulled her hands away.

      She frowned. “What are you doing?”

      “Stopping you.” He shuddered before pulling in another rough breath.

      “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

      He lifted his head. His face was flushed with pleasure, eyes hooded, his breathing even harsher than earlier. “No.”

      “Then allow me to continue.”

      Again, he pulled her hands from his shaft and sac. “To what end? You want to kill me?”

      “Without a sword or a dagger?”

      “Your hands are weapons enough.”

      How true. Spying on her cousins had told Isabella how sensitive a man’s flesh was after he’d found release. Recalling those moments, she grinned.

      He did too, quite sleepily. “Gracias, Isabella. You honored me with this act.”

      She’d duped him with it. He didn’t belong to her. She’d never belong to him. She lowered her face and wrapped her arms around herself, shame and worry returning.

      After yawning lustily, he touched her arm. “Are you cold?”

      Despite the sun warming her shoulders, she shivered and lied. Always she had to lie. “Sí.”

      “We best finish bathing.” He stretched and rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes. “We need to resume our journey.”

      She needed to delay their arrival at her papá’s estate but hadn’t a plan on how to do so.

      Fernando washed the dark stain off the backs of his hands, neck, and the sides of his face. Water drizzled down his bristly cheeks and fell onto his lightly furred chest, where the beads sparkled like dozens of diamonds.

      She grew limp with longing. He gave her an odd look. “What are you doing?”

      Falling under his spell, what else? “Nothing.”

      “I know. You need to bathe, not watch me. Go on.”

      “I shall.”

      “Now.”

      Under his watchful eye, Isabella had no other choice, though she still concentrated on delay. She poured water over her shoulder, pausing to regard the ribbons of moisture coursing down her arm. Once the water had fallen from each fingertip, she poured some over her other shoulder, waiting as it flowed down.

      “Isabella.”

      She looked at him. He was quite beautiful even when he frowned.

      “Do you always bathe like this?”

      Pretending not to understand his question, she glanced at their surroundings. The lovely trees, fluffy clouds, brilliant sun. “I never bathe in streams. The servants always fill a tub with heated water and scented oils.”

      “Do you bathe as slowly in a tub?”

      “I do, if the day happens to be as warm as this one.”

      “I thought you were cold.”

      She suddenly recalled her lie and added another. “Only because the sun had gone behind a cloud.” She scooped water into her palm and poured it over her chest. The threads of moisture separated around her tightened nipple.

      Fernando cupped her breast, lowered his head, and latched onto her tip.

      Her mouth sagged open at his tongue rasping her flesh. His moves were so wanton, his mouth so wet and hot she moaned indelicately. He rewarded her by suckling her nipple without restraint, making her weak with need. When he enjoyed her other nipple, she trembled in delight.

      He eased back. СКАЧАТЬ