Sun God (40 page)

Kissing her hungrily, Luiz stood in the mirrored bath and led Amy in an erotically rhythmic dance. Knowing she was enjoying this foolish bit of foreplay, he continued with the teasing game.

But without the towel.

He released the towel and it fell to the carpet at Amy’s bare feet. He filled his hands with the soft, rounded cheeks of her bottom and, not missing a beat, drew her pelvis to him as he thrust his own forward. Through his tight white pants he could feel her honeyed heat. He pressed closer, permitting the abrasive fabric of his white trousers to rub against her sensitive flesh.

Still, when he lifted his mouth from hers, Amy murmured, “I don’t … I don’t need you.”

His released her buttocks. He swept his strong hands over her damp, slender back and slid them underneath her arms. Then, taking her breath away, he stretched his powerful arms straight upward holding her suspended in the air before him.

“No!” Amy arched her back. Her fingertips danced restlessly atop his muscular shoulders, and her bare toes curled into his trousered knees. She said softly, “Please … put me down.”

“I will,” he said as he drew her to him and brushed a kiss to her bare belly. “I’ll put you down.”

Continuing to hold her high in the air, he left the mirrored bathroom, walked into the spacious bedroom, and carried her straight to the bed. He put a knee on the mattress, laid her across the silky ivory sheet and, following her down, half lay atop her.

His mouth descended to hers again. He kissed her aggressively, his tongue thrusting deeply. While he kissed her, he swept the top sheet, the fluffy ivory comforter, and all the lace-trimmed pillows from the bed.

When he lifted his dark head and gazed into her eyes, Amy said weakly, “Don’t do this, Captain. Go now.”

“Soon,” he replied. Then: “Take the Sun Stone from around my neck. I don’t want to hurt you.” Amy made no move to comply. Luiz lowered his mouth to hers once more, gently nipped at her bottom lip with sharp white teeth, and said, “Then both the Sun Stone and I will make love to you; Mrs. Parnell.”

He kissed her lips, her throat, her shoulders, his thick dark hair ruffling against her chin, the heavy medallion sliding down over her ribs.

“I don’t want this,” she murmured, and tried to rise, but his knee was pinning her to the mattress. He trailed kisses down her torso, around each full, firm breast, then enclosed a diamond-hard nipple in his mouth and sucked on it as if it were a delicious sugary treat.

Amy’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes opened and closed and she slowly raised a hand. But before she could place her fingers on his dark head, Luiz allowed the wet nipple to pop from his mouth and he moved on.

Downward.

His hand on her waist, he kissed her flat belly. Amy gasped, partially from the pleasure of his mouth, partially because the heavy Sun Stone had slipped between her parted thighs and was lying against the most intimate part of her anatomy.

The Sun Stone’s shocking location was no mistake. While Luiz probed her navel with his tongue and licked the faint line of pale wispy hair that led down to the blond triangle, he held the gold medallion in his palm and pressed its warm shiny metal gently to her.

She realized it finally when he lifted his dark head, gazed into her eyes, then drew the gleaming medallion up before him and kissed it. Sliding it along its heavy chain, he shoved it over his shoulder to rest on his scarred back.

His black eyes holding hers, he told her, “My mouth will feel even better.”

Knowing his intent, Amy said, “I won’t let you.”

Brushing a kiss to her left hip bone, he said, “I didn’t ask your permission.”

As deftly as any sleight-of-hand magician, he took her hand, drew her up into a sitting position, slipped off the bed, and knelt between her parted legs. His long bronzed fingers tightly gripping her knees, he said, “Watch me this time, Mrs. Parnell. Watch while I love you this way.”

“No … I won’t … I—”

Amy did watch as his dark head lowered and he began purposely tormenting her. His mouth went to the inside of her left knee, he kissed it, then languidly kissed his way up to the warm inside of her thigh. A hair’s breath away from the golden curls he stopped short, raised his head, and ordered, “Kiss me.”

And he knew all the power again belonged to him when Amy anxiously cupped his dark face in her hands and kissed him hungrily, hotly, thrusting her silky tongue deep into his mouth. He tore his mouth from hers, sat back on his heels, and kissed her right knee. And as before he slowly, teasingly kissed and licked and nipped his way up to the borderline of golden public hair.

By now Amy’s back was arched, and her breath was coming in short, little pants. Her breasts were full and aching, her belly contracting involuntarily. Between her parted thighs, guarded by that abundance of thick blond curls, the tiny nub of sensitive female flesh was slick from the wetness of her passion, swollen with the escalation of her appetite, throbbing with the evidence of her need.

She was hurting in a way only he could make her hurt. Aching in a fashion she’d never experienced until he had taught her the meaning of unbridled lust. Craving to have that heated mouth pressed to her until she no longer hurt or ached or craved.

Luiz continued to torture her. He nuzzled his nose and mouth into the downy curls between her thighs, dabbed at the tight, moist coils with his tongue, teased at the burning flesh beneath, blowing cooling breaths over it. When he knew that Amy could not stand much more, he lifted his dark head and looked into her glazed blue eyes.

“Please …” she breathed, “kiss me. Kiss me.”

“Where, sweetheart?”

“You know where.”

“Show me.”

“Here,” she said, and eagerly put her fingers on the wet, throbbing flesh between her legs, knowing no shame or embarrassment. A loud breath exploded from her when his hot mouth immediately covered her fingertips. For a few seconds Amy didn’t move her hand.

It was the strangest of sensations—the sweetest of sensations. His tongue licking her fingertips while her fingertips touched her burning flesh. When she started to move her hand away, Luiz stopped her.

His fingers encircled her wrist and he murmured, never lifting his head, “Let it stay.”

So she did and the peculiar, but pleasing, ritual continued; a highly erotic game whose only object was to prolong her pleasure. With his tongue, Luiz pressed strongly against her fingertips, in turn pressing her fingertips against that tiny nub of pleasure. Then he probed between her slender fingers, the tip of his tongue forcing them apart, hungrily questing for the swollen sweetness beneath.

As adventurous as he, Amy eagerly played the game with him. If his goal was to get his tongue beneath her covering fingers, then hers must surely be to keep that delving tongue from gaining entrance. It was a glorious, erotic delight played with total abandon.

The game lasted but a short time more because one of the participants grew so incredibly hot, she could no longer battle her opponent, not when the only thing she wanted was the same thing he wanted.

To have his hot mouth and stroking tongue directly on her responsive flesh.

Always attuned to her slightest wish where sexual pleasure was concerned, Luiz released her wrist and Amy immediately withdrew her wet fingertips. She sighed with wondrous bliss when his open mouth settled hotly in their place.

At once he began to slowly, lovingly stroke her with his tongue. Amy, watching just as he had suggested, felt the heat of her body raging out of control. His tongue was spreading fire and she felt as if she would burst into flame where he touched her.

“Yes, yes …” She moaned and her fingers entwined in his dark hair. Frantically she pulled him to her, spreading her legs wider, thrusting her pelvis up and forward, feeling the unmistakable beginnings of her coming climax.

Luiz’s hands went under her, gripped the cheeks of her bottom, and he lifted her as his dark face sank more fully into her. Hungrily he feasted on her, his tongue licking, lashing, circling, driving her half out of her mind. Amy writhed and panted and bucked against him, feeling as if the center of the entire universe and all that mattered in it was located between her legs. Enclosed in his hot, sensual lips.

It began then, a release so deep, so frightening in intensity, Amy pulled at the hair of Luiz’s moving head and tears of sexual hysteria sprang to her eyes. The climax went on and on, the delirium spiraled up and up and Amy cried out, not caring who might hear, not remembering there was anyone to hear but this raven-haired master of loving whose bronzed face was buried between her thighs, drawing the ecstasy from her with his marvelous, magical mouth.

At last the final explosion of heat came and Amy shuddered and screamed from its potency. Luiz kept his mouth fused tightly to her until the tiny aftershocks had stopped and her tenacious fingers had released their desperate hold on his hair. Only then did he lift his head, brush one last kiss to her belly, and rising, gently lay her back across the bed.

Slipping the heavy gold medallion back over his shoulder and onto his chest, he stood looking at her.

She was limp and dazed. Her eyes were half closed, her long golden hair swirled out around her head like a silky fan. One slender arm was bent, a hand lying open beside her serene face. Her long shapely legs remained as he had left them, parted wide, exposing the feminine charms to which his mouth had paid homage.

A hint of a smile touched his glistening lips. She was completely sated. Completely mastered. Completely submissive. He could go now and leave her. Leave her to leisurely consider, and ultimately admit, that he had been right.

She wanted him. Just as always. He could make her want him anytime.

Yes, he would leave her and he had better go immediately, so she wouldn’t know just how badly he wanted her, needed her.

“I’m going now,” he announced casually as he backed away, retreating languidly so that she would know he was completely cool and calm.

“Not yet,” Amy said, her lethargy falling away. She sprang up from the bed. “Not just yet.”

She went to him so swiftly, he was startled. She smiled up at him while her fingers curled into the waistband of his white trousers. “You can’t leave now. Not when you still want me so badly, Captain.”

“Want you?” Luiz shook his head and shrugged indifferently. Smiling confidently, he said, “You’re mistaken, sweetheart. I don’t want you.” He attempted to brush her hand away from his waistband.

“You’re lying, Captain.” Amy’s smile was as confident as his. Continuing to grip his waistband tightly, she leaned to him, put out the tip of her tongue, and gave a flat brown nipple a teasing lick. “You want me. You need me.”

“No. I don’t,” he said, swallowing hard, “I—” The words choked off in his throat as Amy, paying no attention to his denials, sprinkled kisses over his smooth bronzed chest and boldly placed her free hand atop the erection revealed by his tight-fitting white trousers.

Running her fingers along the restrained fullness, she looked up into his eyes and said, “What’s this then, Captain?”

He shuddered involuntarily. “Don’t. For heaven sake—”

“No, for your sake,
Mi Capitán.
” Pressing him back with her bare, slender body, she urged him toward the bed, her hands never leaving him, her lips and tongue at his broad, bare chest. When the backs of his legs touched the bed’s edge, Amy gave him a shove. He fell onto his back and she swiftly climbed atop him.

Straddling him, she said, “I can have you calling out in ecstasy within the half hour, Captain.”

She leaned down and kissed his mouth, his chin, his throat, and try as he might, Luiz could not bring himself to forcefully push her away.

Her teeth nipped playfully at his throat and she ordered, “Take the medallion off, Captain, I don’t want to hurt you.” Luiz shook his dark head. “No?” she said. “Then both the Sun Stone and I will make love to you.”

“You’ve had your fun, Mrs. Parnell. Let it go now.”

“But, Captain, you’ve not had yours.”

Amy clasped the gold disk in one hand, the heavy chain in the other. She pulled it over his face, jerked it free of his dark head, and promptly draped it around her own. The glittering medallion swung appealingly between her full, naked breasts.

It fell onto his chest when Amy lowered her face and pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs and belly, licking a path along the line of thick black hair going down his middle. He exhaled heavily when her small, deft hands went to the buttons of his trousers.

His heart began to pound as she slid the buttons from the buttonholes, put her hands to the side of the waistband, and, slipping off him to stand by the bed, ordered him to lift his hips. He did and she swiftly peeled away his trousers and linen underwear, not stopping until she had taken them completely off and tossed them across the room.

At once she was back astride him, settling herself on his hard thighs. Hands spread on either side of his body, she bent back to him, strategically lowering the swinging golden disk so that it fell and slid down over his straining masculinity.

“No …” he murmured, but she wasn’t listening. While her lips and tongue played on his flat belly, Amy took the Sun Stone in her palm and gently, knowingly rubbed it up and down the length of his throbbing erection.

His breath was coming in short, loud spurts and he was groaning softly. Amy eased the Sun Stone’s chain up and off him, lifted her head, gave the golden medallion a kiss, and swung it over her shoulder to rest on her back.

“My mouth will feel even better,” she told him.

“No. You’ve never before … I won’t let you.”

Amy slid off the bed. Luiz quickly sat up, shaking his head. She pushed his legs apart and fell to her knees between them.

“I didn’t ask your permission,” she said. Her hands gripped his hard thighs and she added, “Watch, Captain. Watch me while I love you this way.”

“No, damn it … I …”

But Luiz did watch as her golden head lowered and she began to torment him sweetly. She started at his right knee and kissed her way up his hair-dusted thigh to its warm inside. She stopped an nth of a degree from where the thick raven curls swirled around his pulsing erection.