The Unseen (27 page)

He hurriedly tugged the satin dress over her head and tossed it on the nightstand. “That’s what I wanted to see.” Kent’s lust-filled gaze followed his hands as they skimmed over her abdomen to her breasts. “Beautiful. Just beautiful,” he breathed.

“You’re not the only one who likes to see skin. Now take it all off. You must be baking in that long-sleeved shirt anyway.” Seeing Kent’s dimpled cheeks flushed and sweating made her recall what he looked like whenever they made love. Roguish and ruggedly masculine, she thought. Rebecca fumbled her way down the line of buttons on his shirt. She reached his waistband and slid his zipper down, feeling heat rush to her pussy when his magnificent erection popped out.

“I didn’t notice I was hot until right about now.” He raised his hips and helped her work the pants off his legs.” Now I’m so eager to get out of these clothes, my vote’s to make all clothing illegal for the entire time we’re here.”

“You might be able to talk me into that.” Once his pants lay on the floor in a heap, she slid her hands up and cupped his already rigid cock. It twitched in her hands and engorged further as she slid the tight tunnel of her hand up and down the shaft.

Kent groaned and dropped flat onto his back, his toes curling at the excitement.

Rebecca pushed apart his thighs so she could massage his balls while she flicked her tongue over the head of his penis.

“Bec, that feels so good.” His head tipped to one side and he wetted his plump lips with his tongue.

“I’m just getting started.” She sucked his penis further and further back in her throat as she massaged his balls and tickled the small triangle behind them she knew was especially sensitive.

Kent’s hips rose and fell as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Veins stood out on his bulging arm muscles as he clenched his fists, overcome by primal desires.

Rebecca intensified the rate she suckled him.

He groaned and thrashed on the mattress. “Bec, this feels just too amazing, I can’t take much more of this. And I want to be inside you now.” He pushed up on his elbows. “Please,” he begged. “Lie on your back for me.”

When she rolled over, he kneeled, straddling her hips. He gave her a lusty smile. “You’re going to like the way this feels, baby. I’ll penetrate deeper than ever before. Wrap one of your legs around my hip.”

A wet surge raced to her pussy. She ached for him to fill her and the deeper the better. She wanted him to bury his cock so deep inside of her, it would slide up her throat. Once she’d positioned her legs around his hip, he massaged her clitoris and her wet opening and then slid a strong finger inside of her. Her walls clenched around his finger in anticipation of the much more immense appendage that would enter her body later. As lusty excitement spread out from her center, she became impatient for more. “Oh, Kent, I want you. Please, don’t make me wait.”

“I have to get you ready or I might hurt you.” He slid in another finger, sliding both fingers in and out of her opening.

She raised her hips to intensify the stimulation. But his fingers just weren’t enough. She wanted every inch of his pulsing cock sinking inside of her. Now.

He pressed her other leg in toward her chest with his upper body. “Is that too much of a stretch for you?”

“No, it’s fine. Where did you come up with this one?”

“A Kama Sutra book I read once.” He continued to split her legs apart until she told him she was stretched to her limit.

She breathed heavily as she watched his muscular body maneuver over her. She arched her hips up toward him, crazy eager for penetration.

“I’m going to enter you now, love, But I’ll go in slow.” He slowly pressed his cock against the folds outside her opening. “Stop me if I’m hurting you.”

Need pulsed in her pussy. She impatiently ground up into him with her hips and thighs. “Oh, please, Kent, now.”

Gently, he slid inside her wetness, making her pant and moan. He massaged her breasts as he slid in and out of her. The pressure in the split-apart position felt amazing on her clit. He’d only been pounding inside of her for a few minutes, but already the deep penetration drove her wild. “Oh, that feels so good.”

Her breathing grew more ragged and uncontrolled. She felt her hair scatter across the pillows. She’d never been this close to orgasm so quickly. But her husband was asserting his ownership of her, pressing himself deep into her center as he nibbled her calf. She sensed Kent was close to the edge, too, by the savage lust she saw in his face. A vein pulsed at his temple and his eyelids drooped. When he wasn’t tonguing her leg, his tongue moistened his delicious swollen lips. “Come baby, come,” he said as he intensified his thrusts.

His resonant voice was enough to push her over the edge and she cried out his name in raspy pants as she exploded in orgasm. Kent came immediately afterward, lunging into her with one final thrust. “Oh, baby, that was amazing. I love you so much.” He planted a line of adoring kisses along her calf and the inside of her knee, leaving tingles in their wake.

“Oh, I love you, too, Kent.” Suddenly sensing an uncomfortable tug in her inner thighs, she bit back a grimace.

Kent laughed. “But?”

“But, as great as that position felt, I might need to take a few yoga classes before we try it again.”

He skimmed his hand over her legs. “I guess I got carried away. Here we go.” Gently, he untangled himself from her overstretched leg and lengthened it back out beside the other one. “Does that feel better?”

Every satiated muscle in her just-made-love-to body felt relaxed. “Kent, I’m fine. I’ve never felt better, actually.” Kent rolled over on his side beside her, stroking her face. His eyes had faded to a sexually sated pale blue. Rebecca knew their shade would darken when desire for more naughty pleasure rekindled. And that he’d bury himself in her again and again that night. They’d rarely had a chance to make love in recent weeks and they had lots of pent of passion to get out of their systems.

On their remote island honeymoon, they’d be free to explore each other’s bodies as often as they wanted. The promise of more sexual escapades exhilarated her almost as their life ahead of them as man and wife. “Kent Dunbar. My husband. And the man I love.” Rebecca ruffled the close-cropped hair on his head and kissed the full lips she adored so much.

“Rebecca Dunbar. My wife. The woman I love and my right hand woman on all my expeditions from now on.”

“So where’s the next expedition?”

“We’ll talk about that later. Much later.” He leaned over and kissed her again, sliding his hands down between her thighs.

SABRINA DEVONSHIRE, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she’s not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she’s often encouraging people to work out or writing a book or magazine article. She also loves travelling to off-the-beaten-path places. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar. You can read blurbs, excerpts and more on Sabrina’s website at www.sabrinadevonshire.com