Moon - New Moon Part 48

He gathered her close, then lowered his head, kissing her with all the greedy urgency that he'd kept in check for the past few hours. While he kissed her, he found the b.u.t.tons of her s.h.i.+rt, opening them with hands that he couldn't hold steady.

He grinned to himself. Some day, he'd have to tell her that most American women wore bras. But not yet, not when he had such ready access to her wonderful b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He pushed the fabric aside, cupping her in his hands, sighing in pleasure as he felt her tight nipples press into his palms.

"That feels so good."

"Yes. But it will be better when all this clothing isn't in the way."

He pulled his own s.h.i.+rt over his head, then dragged hers off her shoulders so that he could slide her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest.

When she made a small strangled sound, his gaze shot to her face, fearful that in his hunger he had pushed her too far, too fast. But he only saw his own pleasure mirrored there.

His movements almost out of control, he unhooked the snap at the front of her waistband, then lowered her zipper so he could shuck off her pants. When he had her naked, he slid his hands over her rounded bottom caressing her there, before reaching lower to slide his fingers between her folds.

"What do you call that part of me?" she murmured.

"What do you call it?"

"Down there," she answered in a husky voice.

He laughed. "Not very romantic."

"Tell me something better."

He considered all the alternatives, some of them clinical, some of them straight from the gutter. "There are lots of words we could use. How do you like p.u.s.s.y?"

"p.u.s.s.y? Like a cat?"

"Yeah. Because I want to stroke you there."

Her hand slid between them and closed around his erection. "And this is your c.o.c.k."

"Yes," he managed. "And if you keep your hand there, you're going to make me come."

"That's another word for s.e.xual climax... for when the good feelings explode through you?"

"Yeah. But I think the anatomy and physiology lesson is over for the moment." Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed, bending to pull aside the spread and the top sheet before laying her down so that he could climb out of his pants.

Taking her to bed had been a natural impulse. But as he stood over her, naked and ready for s.e.x, he could see the mixture of arousal and worry on her face, and he knew that the symbolism of the bed was quite different for her.

Slowly he eased to the side of the mattress, so that he was sitting beside her.

When he reached to stroke back her hair, he saw her eyes screw shut and her jaw tighten.

"Over by the door, you were aroused. But lying down here scares you."

She didn't answer, but the harsh sound of her breathing told him what he needed to know.

"I think this isn't such a good idea," he muttered.

Her eyes flew open. "I want..."

"So do I. But maybe not in bed."

"How?"

He picked up her hand, carrying it to his mouth so that he could worry the pad of her thumb with his teeth as he looked around the room, then spotted the dining room chair he'd set in the corner to use as a clothes rack.

Climbing off the bed, he turned the chair toward the bed, then came back to reach for her hand again.

"Come over here."

"What are we going to do?"

"You'll see."

She came off the bed, looking at him questioningly as he sat on the chair, the angle of his body thrusting his c.o.c.k upward.

He saw her gaze flick to his erection, then away.

"Come stand in front of me where I can touch you," he said in a husky voice as he opened his legs.

She did as he asked, and he stroked her hip and across her stomach, then kissed her shoulder as he let his hands drift upward, caressing the under curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"I'm going to stay in this chair. So anytime you want to stop what we're doing, all you have to do is step away from me."

She stared at him in surprise, then gave a little nod.

As he touched her, he slowly gathered her to him, giving her time to draw back. But she remained in his embrace, swaying a little on unsteady legs.

She leaned forward to clasp her arms around his shoulders, then dragged her hands upward into his hair.

"This is a very nice view I have here," he murmured.

She managed a laugh.

"Very nice," he repeated as he caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his face and mouth, then sucked on one nipple while he teased the other with his thumb and finger.

He felt a s.h.i.+ver go through her.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes," she answered, her voice breathy.

"Good."

His other hand drifted lower, caressing her bottom, then reaching inward to stroke high up between her legs.