Lured From the Path (2 page)

He followed her through the trees, listening
to the tune of her laughter and song. The deeper they went, the
more she sang. His thoughts slowed, focused entirely on the sounds
of her simple enjoyment, but energy flooded his body, loosening his
muscles.

They stopped in another circle of trees. She
spun toward him, stepping close. He could feel the heat of her
lithe body as she stared up at him. Lazy spirals of heat worked up
his spine as he became lost in her moss green eyes.

“Dance with me.”

Distantly surprised by her request, he barely
managed a nod. His arms came around her, palms soaking up the
silken feel of her skin like a sponge as she lifted to her toes and
leaned her body against his. So delicate, so warm, she felt perfect
against him.

Slowly, she began to hum, swaying her hips to
her melody. Her body became fluid against his. She dipped and
twisted, rubbing her breasts over his shirt, her flat belly sliding
over the cotton. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, his chest,
drifting over his ribs as she moved around him.

His groin grew heavy. His world narrowed down
to her and her song, moving his body to her rhythm as they danced.
She pressed against his back, lifting to her toes as her soft lips
drifted over his tingling nape. Her fingers trailed through his
hair, tugging the short strands, fingertips stroking heat into the
curve of his ears.

She spun until she faced him. Together, they
swayed. She lifted her hands, plucking at the fabric of his shirt
until it lifted to his ribs. Obeying her silent command, he pulled
the shirt off, letting it fall from his fingers to the forest
floor.

She leaned forward to trace a swirling design
across his chest with her tongue. Fire trailed after her, branding
his flesh, sinking into his bones. Lightning swept through him,
sparking in the heavy sac between his legs.

She pressed closer, her legs parting to
accommodate the bulge that grew between their bodies. She rocked
against him, shifted side to side, twirled her hips until his cock
ached for freedom. His arms came up to wrap her and he drew his
fingers over her spine, enjoying her soft skin.

Hours passed as time stood still. His heart
thumped with heated pulses in perfect measure to her tune. His
veins ran with molasses, slowing him, slowing his thoughts,
weighing him down. Utterly entranced, he watched her dance for him,
with him, as she slowly commanded his devotion.

Her long fingers ran over his chest, tracing
the lean muscles that rippled beneath her touch. She teased him
with the sharp edges of her fingernails, carving pink designs over
his ribs. She licked down his body, lightly nipping with her teeth,
heating his flesh until she reached the waistband of his pants.

She paused, then stepped back. Catching his
hand, she lifted it to press against her throat before directing
his touch lower. His fingers drifted over her warm flesh, trailed
over her supple skin. She was satin beneath his hands and he
couldn’t stop them from wandering farther.

He smoothed over her collarbone, lifting his
other hand to cup her shoulders. His fingers drifted down her arms,
stroking the long, lean muscles. He paused to caress her wrist
before reversing course and lifting her right arm, bringing it to
his mouth. His lips found the crook of her elbow, glided over the
soft skin. He opened his mouth and licked.

Her taste teased his tongue. Sweet, floral
with a hint of pine. Her scent carried the same bouquet to his
nostrils as they flared to take more. He suckled the delicate skin
in the crook of her elbow until she moaned. A shiver worked through
her as she flung her head back, her hair cascading behind her.

She grew restless. The muscles of her arm
flickered in time to the pulse that beat heavily under the gentle
stroking of his tongue. Small, feminine groans issued from her
throat, her nipples tightened. With a gasp, she pulled back.

His hands wandered back to her shoulders. She
caught them in a soft grip and guided them down, over her body. He
followed the course she set, obeying the pressure of her fingers
against his as she pulled them over her chest.

Together, they caressed the heavy mounds,
together they cupped her breasts. David held their weight, felt
their warmth, as her hands pressed his. He let his fingers curl,
stroking and teasing. Pulling from beneath her hand, he took the
initiative and circled her nipple with one fingertip.

Delightfully hard, begging for his touch, her
nipple swelled as he teased it. The red deepened, her skin
puckered, pulling tight in shameless need. He stroked around it,
letting the heat of him meld into the heat of her. She made a needy
noise that brought a smile to his face. He relented.

Gently, he dragged his fingertip over her
nipple. He knew she wanted a rougher touch as she arched into him,
but he refused to give it, enjoying the feel of her. He loved the
way she writhed. He shifted his hand, palming her breast until it
was his thumb that continued to taunt her.

Stroke after stroke, he petted her gently.
Her back arched, her body swayed, trying to force more pressure. He
kept it light and consistent until her legs shifted, her thighs
pressing together tightly.

Only then did he pinch her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. The plumpness, the rigidity of it, imprinted
the nerves of his fingertips. The begging peaks reached for him,
elongated and proud. She moaned, panting with encouragement. He
pulled at her, tugging lightly, drawing cries from her throat that
echoed in his cock.

Captured by her sounds, he ran his tongue
over her neck. He followed the gentle dips and valleys, tasting the
place where her scent bloomed, in the sensitive hollow just below
her ear. He hovered above her fragrant skin, breathing deep,
falling further into his welcomed trance.

He bent his head, taking her nipple into his
mouth, suckling. Gentle, fierce, his lips wrapped around her flesh,
his tongue dragged over her. Her taste exploded across his taste
buds, and again, he was intoxicated.

Long minutes passed as he licked her, laved
her. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t sink her taste deep enough
into his senses. He switched his attention to her other breast,
where his fingers had squeezed and flicked as they would. He took
that nipple too, and bathed it with his heat.

She pulled back, catching his hands again,
sending them down over her ribs to settle at her hips. He held her,
fingers clenching on her curves as she reached for the button of
his pants.

She unwrapped him slowly. David’s breath
locked in his chest, the muscles of his lower abdomen rippled as
her fingers drew lazy circles under the loosened material. In no
hurry, she caught the fabric of his pants and underwear, pulling
until they dropped to his knees.

“Shoes,” she whispered.

He toed them off and she followed the
material as they flowed down his legs. She dropped to her knees on
the forest floor, helping him keep his balance as he kicked out of
his pants.

She leaned back to study him, her eyes
traveling over the length of his legs until her gaze narrowed on
his cock. Anticipation nearly slayed him while she licked her lips.
As he watched, her rosebud mouth softened, swelled, the small swipe
of her tongue painting them with moisture that sheened in the
moonlight.

She leaned forward, purring as her hands
lifted to rub high up on his legs. His cock became impossibly
harder, stretching and lifting to greet her. She pressed a gentle
kiss to his left thigh, turned her head and bit his right.

The sharp pain had him jerking, but the
smooth heat of her tongue eased the ache. The contrast enthralled
him. She smiled up at him before she scratched long, sensuous
trails over the insides of his thighs. It was delightful torture,
the pressure and the fine edge of pain. He groaned, his back
arching, fighting to keep his balance.

He shifted his stance wider. She took
immediate advantage, sliding closer, smoothing her hand up his leg
until her fingers closed around his heavy sac. Her touch was
perfect, firm and warm as she settled to play, fondling and
squeezing his balls until his teeth clenched.

Gently, she pulled his thick cock away from
his abdomen, leaning in to lick a long, wet swipe over his entire
length. She rolled her tongue over the ridges, pausing at the heavy
beat of his pulse to give it extra attention. She learned his shape
from base to tip with mouth and hand, stroking him, fisting him in
her delicate palm. She pulled back to taste the flushed crest.

She murmured at the taste of the salty drop
that rose at her command. She flicked her tongue over the tip of
him, demanding more. Another swipe, a kiss, then her rosebud mouth
opened to swallow him whole. She drove down on him, taking most of
his length. David’s skull nearly exploded as he was wrapped in hot,
wet velvet.

His hands rose to clench in her hair while
she worked her mouth over him. Her head bobbed as she lowered and
lifted, stealing his last remaining wits. Her tongue smoothed
against him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Sharp pleasure
contracted around his nerves as she flayed him, quick flicks
alternating with wide, hot strokes of her tongue.

The pressure was amazing, the heat from her
assault surged up his cock and slammed a hard fist into his belly.
His muscles flickered and locked, fighting to keep his strokes even
and restrained so as not to hurt her. She didn’t seem to care,
taking even more of his rigid length into the depths of her mouth.
Sparks of lightning buried themselves in his spine as he moved
faster, as she pushed him to move faster.

He retreated, only to return slowly, but she
was having none of that. She growled, the vibration running his
length and sparking against his balls. She took him further, until
the head of his cock nudged the satin tissue of her throat. She
swallowed against him, rippling fine muscles over his tip. The
friction was nearly unbearable, threatening to bring his
release.

“Wait,” he groaned, fighting for breath.

She stripped him of it. Incinerated his
control. She lashed him, whipped him with her soft touch, pressed
against the tip of his cock. Her fingers worked busily, kneading
and stroking, learning his shape and texture. They flowed down to
his balls, pulling, scraping the edge of her nails against him, an
erotic tug he felt in the base of his melting spine.

Her lips tightened around him, holding him
captive in sweet torture. He thrust, tugged at her hair, desperate
for her to release his cock. He wanted more, to slide into her hot
pussy and find his pleasure there, not in the tormenting depths of
her mouth.

She rolled her eyes to look up at him,
purring another sound that sent shockwaves through him. Her lips
clamped down on his flesh, the force of her suction around his dick
increasing to a level that sent fire spinning up his back.

Sweat beaded on his brow, his body locked up,
tightening until he was certain his nerves would snap like rubber
bands. The muscles of his thighs turned to granite, those of his
arms stood out in sharp relief in the dying moonlight. His spine
was rigid, jerking with heated pulses of ecstasy. His skin rippled
with a sensitivity that threatened his sanity.

Her fingers clamped down on his balls and
pulled. Her mouth closed, fierce and hot, sucking ever harder.
David was lost. He let the pleasure find him and shoot fireworks up
his spine, over his electrified nerves. His back arched as he drove
deep, touching her throat as he released a hot spume into her slick
mouth. The intensity rolled over him, knotting under his skin
before gently fading.

His knees buckled just before the world
dissolved.

He felt the cool earth under his back. He
smelled the crisp pine scent of the forest around him, still rich
with the teasing scent of flowers, redolent with the smell of sex,
a woman’s pleasure. There was a soft weight on his lower abdomen.
David opened his eyes.

She was smiling at him as she straddled his
waist. She was splayed, completely open to his view. Her knees were
to either side of him, baring her curl-shrouded folds to his sight.
He could see the droplets of moisture that beaded between her legs,
shimmering in the weak light. They called to him with a siren’s
song, tempting him to taste them, to feel their creamy texture on
his tongue. David clenched his fists at his side.

Her hands were gliding over her own body in
lazy patterns. She trailed her hands over her throat, down to cup
her breasts. It was the same course she’d requested of him earlier.
She stroked her nipples, pulling and pinching much harder than he
had done. His fingers itched to help her, his belly burned with
renewed need. Her hips bucked and rolled in time to her fingers’
motions, a shifting weight that sent the curve of her ass to caress
his cock.

She watched his response as her hands drifted
lower, stroking her hips before angling toward her thighs. She
rubbed the long muscles, slowly tracing up toward their apex. Her
fingers dipped, pushed against the small tuft that couldn’t hide
her slick flesh from his view.

She circled her clit as it rose and swelled,
peeking from within the creamy folds of her sex. She flicked it,
patted it. She caught it between her fingers and rolled it, tugging
and pulling like she had with her nipples until the dew that coated
her curls ran over her thighs to pool on his abdomen.

Lust clawed into him, need was a ravening
beast. His cock flexed and filled with urgency, wonderfully painful
as it reached for his navel, only to find the curve of her ass in
the way. The thick crest brushed the crevice between the satin
globes, spreading pleasure over his weeping tip. She smiled and
arched, cuddling his dick with her bottom, spreading her juices
over his abdomen. He watched avidly, eyes locked between her legs,
as her fingers shifted.