Saturday, February 21, 2009

Charming Lucy by Lissa Matthews

The thumb sized turquoise stone settled gently in the red gold curls covering her wet, heated sex. Kasper Griffin’s hand slowly drifted down, one long finger sliding inside her, eliciting a moan from them both. This sweet and not so innocent woman was hot and so responsive to him, to everything he said or did and he shook each time she uttered a sound. Just like now.

Kasper looked up to find her blue eyes watching him. They seemed more intense now than the other times they’d been together. Maybe it was from the stone linking with her, like the old woman at the bizarre said it would, he didn’t know, but they were gleaming with a lust that burned straight through him.

Against her honey-gold skin, his darkness contrasted sharply and the turquoise was brilliant. It seemed that in some indefinable way it was meant for her. Both were smooth, the rough edges having been stroked and rubbed away by time and life. Both were cool at first touch, but warmed in mere seconds. He’d never known a woman and a stone could connect like this, and he was fascinated by it.

“You should be wearing turquoise daily. It’s beautiful against you.”

She lifted her head and looked down. “Mmm. Yes.”

Her smile was both angelic and wicked at the same time. His finger still inside her, he twisted it, and curled it up, her back arched, her legs tensed and opened wider, sending the stone lower until it came to rest against her clit.

“Oh my,” Kasper whispered. “Maybe a piercing here, hmmm? A ring with a turquoise teardrop?”

“Oh yes, maybe.” She gasped as she spoke. “And maybe you should stop toying with me, Kas. Please.”

“Toying with you? Is that what I’m doing?” He wiggled his finger inside her, then slid it out of her. He saw she was watching him again and he knew she was wondering what he was going to do with the juices coating his finger. She licked her lips in suggestion and he smiled, knowing she wanted a taste and she pouted a little when he licked one side of his finger. “Yes, baby, I suppose I am toying with you, but then…” He lowered the finger to her mouth and she opened it readily, sucking it between her lips, her tongue swirling around it. She sucked his finger like a cock and there was almost nothing in the world better than a good cocksucker. Almost. “Then again, maybe I’m not toying with you.”

Kasper got up on his knees between her legs draping hers over his thighs. His finger still in her mouth, he took his cock in his other hand and guided it inside her pussy. Her teeth raked his skin and her hands fisted in the sheets. She loved to fuck.

She wanted sex as often as he did and he loved her appetite for it. Theirs was usually fast and hard, a primal mating of clothes ripping and up against the wall, bent over the bed or down on the floor fucking. But this afternoon was different. She was different. It was like a new energy inside her, forcing a new kind of hunger. She strained with need and he just wanted to come, wanted her to come, so they could do it all over again.