Searching for Always (Page 83)

Wet. Icy. She shivered, and he ran the ice down to the valley of her breasts, tracing circles round and round them. She gasped at the sensation. Her nipples hardened, lengthening, begging for contact as he moved closer to the center. Arching up, silently begging, he finally slid the melting cube over her right nipple.

Oh, God.

The sharp burn of cold numbed her nipple. Arilyn hissed out a breath, shaking her head to ward off the feeling, and then he lowered his mouth and sucked on her nipple.

She gasped. The delicious wet, the heat of his tongue, the slight scrape of his teeth, all combined to fire her senses off like an explosion. He moved to the other breast, repeating the motions, and Arilyn tugged at her bound wrists, crazed to touch him and move and make him stop and make him continue.

“Ah, you like that. Let’s see what else you like.”

“Stone.”

“I love your sweet body. I love the sounds you make in your throat, and the way you say my name.” Rivulets of water trickled down her tummy and slid lower. He kissed his way down, lapping up the liquid. “I love the way you explode in my arms and give me everything you got.” He grabbed another ice cube and traced patterns over her stomach, dipping into her navel and licking. “Spread your legs, little one. Wider. Yes, like that, beautiful. So swollen and wet. Now be a good girl and don’t move.”

Her thighs shook. He ran the ice over her inner thighs, tracing the line of pubic hair, moving closer to his goal. Her clit throbbed for attention, and she was so ready, she knew she’d come if he just gave her enough pressure.

He didn’t. He teased her mercilessly, allowing the cube to melt around her channel but not close enough. He licked, he bit. She twisted, she moaned.

“Please, Stone. I can’t take any more.”

“Not done with you yet if you’re still able to talk.”

And with that, he pushed the ice cube inside of her.

Arilyn shot up, a keening whine echoing in the air. The freezing chill met with blistering heat, setting off mini convulsions of pure arousal and need. He moved the melting cube in a slow rhythm. At the same time, the second cube was pressed against her throbbing clit.

She cried out his name and jerked.

The brutal pain/pleasure ramped up her arousal until she hung on the edge of a cliff, desperate to be pushed over. Then Stone replaced the cube with his hot, wet tongue, licking the swollen nub. Once. Twice.

She came hard, tears stinging her eyes at the intensity of pleasure. Instead of softening, he sucked more violently, his fingers replacing the ice and thrusting again and again into her pussy, curving just perfectly to hit the magic G-spot and setting off another chain of orgasms.

Tears leaked from her eyes. Beyond anything she had ever experienced, she began to shake, calling his name as the only anchor she had left in a world that had just shattered away.

“Fucking magnificent,” his voice growled. He surged up, over, and inside in one perfect thrust. “Fucking mine.”

The raw possession swallowed her whole, the punishing, greedy strokes of him driving into her body over and over, the dirty whispers in her ear as he claimed her.

Arilyn broke free, taking all of him, and felt the next climax gobble her up whole. He shouted her name, his hands gripping hers, his dark eyes drilling into her soul until they both came together, and fell into each other’s arms.

Mine.

The word echoed like a mantra repeatedly as he gently untied her, rubbed her wrists, and pulled her close.

Mine.

Yours, she whispered to herself. Then closed her eyes.

“WHY DID YOU STAY with him for so long?”

The dark was good for sharing secrets. With his arms wrapped around her, snuggled under the covers, his mouth against her ear, nothing seemed off-limits. “I thought I loved him,” she said simply. “He had this way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. The way he focused on me. Listened. Shared with what I believed was pure emotion. He seemed so honest and real. He was also my yoga teacher, so he introduced me to a spiritual practice that changed my life.”

“Was that the first time he cheated?”

She sighed and pressed a kiss to his palm. “No. It was the third. Each time, he explained that the others didn’t mean anything to him. Cliché, I know, but he made me actually believe it. He used to say men weren’t made for monogamy, that he was fighting his own nature, but he’d keep fighting because we were soul mates.”

“Damn. He was good.”

She laughed. “Yeah, he was good. It was also easier to continue because we were a secret. Think about it. Nothing really invaded the intimacy he claimed we had. No bickering parents, or in-laws, or coworkers. No friends or public events. It was just me and him on an island together.”

They lay quietly for a while, both sifting through her answer. “Do you still love him?”

Arilyn rolled over to face him. Stroking his beloved face, the rough, carved features, the silky scratch of his goatee, she shook her head. “No, Stone. I don’t love him anymore.” I love you, she ached to say. But it was too soon. He wasn’t ready, and Arilyn wondered if he ever would be. Still, she’d tell him one day, because he deserved to know.

“Good.”

She smiled. “What about you? Do you still think of your ex-wife?”

“Sometimes. But not because I miss Ellen or still love her. I think over where it really went wrong, which I think was straight from the beginning. I don’t think I was ever made for a long-term relationship. Once I accepted it, I seemed to do better by not expecting something from myself I can’t give.”