Winter Solstice (5 page)

God, he smelled good. Tasted even better. Like man and sex and
him
.

He deposited her on the top of the kitchen table. The granite was a shock of cold against her skin.

“Reece! This thing is freezing.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

He pushed her down on her back, encircled her waist with his hands and slid her to the edge. Then he seated himself in a chair between her legs and parted her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders.

“I’ve never seen a lovelier sight,” he said in hushed tones.

She felt completely open to him in every way. She would have done anything he wanted. But at this moment she wanted this, too. Wanted him to see her. Wanted even more for him to touch her.

He brushed his fingers over her cleft, used them to spread her pussy lips open. Her whole body shuddered, and her sex flooded once more with a new wave of soaking wet heat.

“You’re all smooth and glistening.” He used his thumbs to delve inside. “And so damn hot.”

“Please, Reece…”

He leaned in and started in with his mouth, licking and sucking on her clit. Everything felt too good. Even his fingers holding her open felt good. And the cold, hard granite against her back added to the sensation.

She was wet, throbbing, on the edge of orgasm right away. And he didn’t stop, just kept working her, quickly, expertly, pausing only long enough to reach up and push a finger into her mouth.

“Yes, that’s it, darlin’. Take it in, suck on it. Yes.”

He withdrew his finger, and with his mouth on her clit again, he slid that damp finger between her ass cheeks, seeking out her other hole. Yes, she wanted that, too. She moaned, bore downward, opening herself to him in any way she could. Exquisite sensation as he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, moving it slowly in and out, in rhythm with his hot, sucking mouth.

Her climax rolled over her, crushing in its intensity. Her pussy clenched, her hips thrust into his mouth and she cried out as pleasure shook her, stabbed through her, blinding her.

She was shaking when he stood up, held her thighs wide and slid into her. One smooth motion, slippery and thick, his cock went into her, right to the hilt.

“Ah, God, Reece. Yes. Fuck me.”

He grunted in answer, closed his eyes, let his head fall back. He took a deep lungful of air. She watched his smooth chest expand with it. When he let it out he opened his eyes and pinned her with his gaze.

That’s how she felt—pinned. Impaled. By his pulsing cock. By his eyes, that deep blue gaze hot with lust and something else…

Even as new waves of pleasure swept through her body, her heart surged. There was so much in his eyes. Raw desire, the hot sizzle of pleasure, all of it swimming in that stunning blue.

Impossible to think when he pulled out and surged slowly into her again, driving pleasure deep into her body. Leaning in, he kissed her. And she knew that in the last few moments something had changed.

His lips were velvet soft. Soft and pliant. He deepened the kiss, but it was sweeter than it had been before. Beneath the animal lust between them was something more.

She reveled in his kiss, in everything it made her feel. Her body hummed with pleasure, with the sensation of his cock buried deep, filling her, with the faint impressions of being inside his body. But his kiss, his presence, filled her, too.

When he pulled his mouth away, he murmured against her lips, “Ah, Destiny, what is this?” He pulled back a bit more and looked into her eyes.

“Reece…”

She reached out and laid her hand over his heart. Felt the heavy drum of it beneath her fingertips. And once more she was in his head. There was something different this time, though. She could still feel his body as though she were a part of him, but there was also an unfamiliar rush of rough emotion. It was several moments before she realized she was feeling what was in his heart.

Warmth suffused her body. Her being. And she knew he could feel it, too.

“Destiny.” His voice was low.

“I know.” But did she? What was this exactly?

“I don’t want this to stop here. I want us to be together.” His voice was rough.

“I want that, too. I want you. I want to see what this is between us.”

“There has to be a reason.”

“It’s all just impossible—”

“But it’s not. It’s happening. It’s real.”

He moved inside her to emphasize his point. And again she felt that strange sensation, body to body, pleasure upon pleasure, multiplied.

“I don’t understand it,” he went on. “I don’t have to. All I know is we were meant to be together like this.”

…the merging of two destined souls.

Yes. Perhaps it was exactly as Madame Anna had said. As impossible as it seemed, maybe she was right. The irrefutable evidence was right before her. Inside her. A part of her.

“I need to feel you, Reece.”

He groaned and pushed deeper into her body. Over and over. The pressure built, her body trembled with the sheer pleasure of dual sensation, dual emotions. She let it happen, let it all go finally, until they were two beings so thoroughly entwined she couldn’t tell where one left off and the other began.

It was meant to be like this.

That was her last thought before he tensed inside her, and she tumbled with him over the edge. Body. Heart. Soul.

Epilogue

Destiny stood at the kitchen window watching the rain come down. The drops splattered against the glass, turning into liquid rivulets that reflected the silvery light of the full moon.

“What are you thinking, my darlin’?”

Reece slid his arms around her waist and she turned to him, as charmed as ever by his accent, the fresh, earthy scent of him. He kissed her cheek, then nudged his way down to her neck. A warm shiver ran through her as his lips brushed the sensitive skin there.

“I was thinking how odd it is to be raining in June. And the rain made me think about the day we met.”

“A most amazing day,” he murmured against her throat. “What else?”

“I can’t believe it’s been six months. It’s like I’ve always been here.” But hadn’t it felt like that since the first time she was in Reece’s house?
Their
house now. “I remember seeing your kitchen for the first time. I had this image…”

“Tell me,” he demanded, trailing his lips up her neck.

“Mmm…you’re very distracting.”

“Tell me anyway.”

His palms slid over her body, cupping her breasts through her cotton sundress. Her nipples hardened, desire a sudden, steady beat between her thighs.

“I’m going to burn dinner.”

He pulled away, grinning at her, and his smile dazzled her, as always. She’d never gotten over his smile, his blue, blue eyes.

“Dinner can wait, woman. I can’t.”

She laughed as he backed her toward the stove and reached behind her to turn off the pasta that had been boiling, sending steam into the air.

“Neither can I. Ever.”

“Come here then. And tell me.”

He pulled her close, brushed her hair from her face. She saw desire in his eyes. And love.

“That first night I sort of…saw myself here, in the kitchen. Cooking. Happy. And here I am.”

“Are you happy, Destiny? Happy here with me?”

She stood on her toes to kiss him, a soft press of her lips on his, the flavor of him lingering as she pulled away. “You know I am.”

“Ah, a challenge then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll have to find a way to make you happier still.”

He grinned a little wickedly, making her smile, making her melt into him. His erection was a solid shaft against her stomach.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I seem to remember putting the kitchen table to certain uses. It’s been too long. What do you say?”

“Yes. To anything.”

He smiled once more, kissed her hard. His tongue slid between her lips, hot and sweet, leaving her breathless, her sex damp, needy.

He pulled back to murmur, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Taking her hand, he led her to the table. There, he kissed her shoulders before turning her around and bending her over the granite surface and lifting her dress. She was shivering with desire, with anticipation, as he pulled her lace panties down and smoothed his hands over her bare ass. When he slipped one hand between her thighs and brushed her wet cleft, she sighed.

“Always ready for me, darlin’.”

“Yes…”

He massaged her pussy lips with his fingers and they filled, swelled, ached with need. She tried to arch back into his hand, but he pulled away.

“Please, Reece.”

He bent over her, kissed the back of her neck. “Stay here, don’t move,” he said quietly.

Goose bumps rose on her skin, and she braced her hands against the table, the surface cool on her heated palms. She heard the whisper of his zipper as he undid his jeans. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body close to his. She loved when he held her like this, body to body, making her feel safe. Loved. And she loved the solid weight of his cock against her buttocks, knowing he would be inside her soon.

He leaned over her once more, and she felt his breath in her hair, a ragged pant of desire.

He whispered, “I need you so much. I can barely hold back. Are you ready for me?”

Before she could gather enough breath to answer, he slipped his hand down her stomach and between her thighs, his fingers sunk into her wet heat.

“Oh…God, Reece.”

“So wet for me, darlin’. My beautiful girl.”

He pumped his fingers into her, pleasure arcing through her like an electric current, making her moan. Then he slid his fingers out and used them to press against her clit.

“Reece…I’m going to come.”

“Not yet. Wait until I’m inside you.”

“Yes…”

She bit her lip against the pure pleasure making her sex pulse, throb with the first edges of her climax.

He shifted, using his other hand to spread her pussy lips, and she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Then he was in, one silken thrust, buried deep inside her.

“Oh!”

And instantly, he was there with her, inside her head, seeing through her eyes, and she through his. Pleasure multiplied, sensation upon sensation. Cock and pussy and warm, scented breath. His cock pushing into her, the velvet clench of her sex around him as he thrust, over and over.

Pleasure built, spiraled. His lips on the back of her neck, kissing, licking, biting gently. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper.

“More, Reece…”

He shifted again, stroked her ass with his hand, and she spread wider, knowing what was coming. Then his fingers spreading her cheeks, slipped between them to press at that tight hole. He rubbed there with one hand, the other pressing on the hard nub of her clit as his hard cock plunged into her.

“Please, Reece,” she gasped. “I need…”

“Ah, I know what you need, darlin’.”

His finger slid into her ass, and she pressed back against him, loving the sensation. She was filled everywhere, pleasure racing over her skin, deep inside her pussy, her ass. And she knew the sensation of his cock inside her, the taste of her own skin on his tongue. Too much sensation, too much to take. She came, hard, her climax and his shattering her, a million stars going off in her head, in his, their bodies exploding together.

“Ah, Destiny!”

He kept pumping into her, drawing it out for them both. And her mind was filled with the softness of her hair on his cheek as he bent over her, the shivering weakness of his legs, and her own, the primal scent of sex.

Slipping from her body, he turned her in his arms, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her, hard at first, then more tenderly. She sank into him, into his arms, the soft touch of his mouth on hers.

Finally he pulled away. His eyes were that brilliant, Superman blue. His face the one she’d loved since the day they’d met.

“I love you, Destiny,” he told her, as though reading her mind. Perhaps he could.

“I love you. So much I can hardly believe it sometimes.”

“Still the skeptic, my darlin’?”

Was that lilacs she smelled in the air? She couldn’t be sure. But she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t, either.

She smiled and kissed him hard in answer. She’d learned to believe in the impossible, in things she never would have thought to be true before she’d met him. She’d learned that her very name was a truth in itself. He was her destiny, just as she was his.

About the Author

The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in
Cosmopolitan
.

Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website:
www.edenbradley.com

Look for these titles by Eden Bradley

Now Available:

Tempt Me Twice

The Seeking Kiss

Coming Soon:

Spring Equinox

One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.

Tempt Me Twice

© 2009 Eden Bradley

Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.

Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.

Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.

It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Tempt Me Twice:

Somehow they all got their clothes off, the men helping her to wriggle out of her damp panties. A hand slipped between her thighs, brushing her mound, making her cry out. She didn’t even know which one of them it was until Paul said, “I always knew you would be like this. Wet. Ready. Christ, Jess. I need to fuck you soon. I can hardly wait.”

“I need to fuck you both,” Noah said, laughing.

They laid her on her back, came together over her body, and the two men leaned in, closer, closer, until their lips met. It went through her like a shock, seeing them kiss. Male lips on male lips, and then they opened to each other, and she could just make out the wet flesh of tongues, heard their quiet moans. Her pussy was absolutely aching with need, and the longer she watched them kiss, the hotter she became. Just when she was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer, Noah reached down and cupped one of her breasts, used his fingers to tease the nipple. And Paul slipped one hand between her thighs.

“Oh! God…”

“Is that good, Jess?” Paul asked. “I want it to be good for you.”

“Oh, yes. It’s good.” She could hardly speak through the desire lancing into her body. Her pussy throbbed. She needed him to really touch her, to push his fingers inside her.

She arched her hips into Paul’s hand, her breast into Noah’s.

“Our girl is needy,” Noah said, humor in his voice, but it was rough with lust too.

“Let’s give her what she needs then,” Paul said. “Do you want us to go down on you, Jess? I’ve fantasized about that for years. I need to know what you taste like.”

“Just do it. Please.”

Was that her voice, so weak with desire? But she didn’t have a chance to think about it. Paul leaned in and spread her thighs wide, lowered his mouth. His breath was warm on her mound for one moment, then he used his fingers to massage the lips of her sex. Desire, hot, intense, danced over her skin. Then he spread her pussy until she was wide open and planted his mouth between her thighs.

“God, Paul!”

His mouth was wet, hot, his tongue diving into her, into that needy hole, and she was gasping. Noah’s hands were still on her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples.

“Noah…please…”

“Please what, Jessie?”

“I need…I need it harder.”

“Like this?”

He pinched her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped.

“Yes!”

It was almost too much, her nipples burning with sensation, her pussy dripping and Paul lapping up her juices with his tongue. Pleasure upon pleasure, her body on fire. She squirmed, on the edge already. But it was too good to come just yet. She bit her lip, held back.

Paul paused, lifting his head for one moment. “Come on, baby. Come for us.”

For us.

Oh, she was going to come any moment, despite her best efforts. She’d never felt anything like this. And she wanted to see them kiss again. She wanted them to fuck her, first one, then the other. She wanted to see them fuck each other. She wanted it all.

“Come, Jessie. I want to hear you moan,” Noah said. “I want to hear you scream.”

He twisted her nipples in his fingers, bent and took her mouth with his, his tongue pushing inside. And Paul was licking her, his tongue diving inside her pussy, then flicking at her clit. She arched into his face. She could barely stand it. And when he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, sucking, she came in a torrent of sensation. Exploding. Burning, fire spreading through her body in sharp currents.

“Oh God!”

She kept coming, sensation overload. She couldn’t stop. Paul’s hot mouth worked mercilessly between her thighs, Noah’s clever hands worked her nipples. She shuddered, pleasure pouring through her, until she was drowning in it, helpless.

When it was over, they both held her, stroking her skin. She could smell desire in the air. Hers. Theirs. She wanted more.

“I need to see you,” she told them. “I need to see you two together.”

“Not a problem.” She could make out Noah’s slow, wicked grin in the dim light from the full moon shining outside the tent. Just enough light to see them, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, Noah’s head falling back as Paul leaned in to kiss his throat. Paul moved lower, drew one of Noah’s small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucked. Noah groaned, and Jessie’s sex filled, swelled, needy and wet once more. A small moan escaped her.

“You like to watch, Jessie,” Noah said, his voice rough.

“Yes.”

“Will you touch yourself while you watch? I’d really love to see that. To see what makes you feel good.”

“Oh God.”

Paul lifted his head, smiled at her, reached out and stroked her cheek. “I’d love to see you touch yourself, Jess. Do you know how often I’ve imagined that? Do it, Jess. Do it for me.”

His words went through her like a hot storm, and she nodded, sat up, knelt on the hard ground, her knees spread wide.

“Just do it,” she said.

They both smiled at her, watched with glittering eyes as she slipped a hand between her aching thighs. She was soaking wet again. Her fingers went right to her hard clit, stroking, sending pleasure through her in small waves. The two men turned back to each other, and Noah put his hands on Paul’s chest, pushed him down onto his back. He straddled Paul’s body, bent until his head was inches from Paul’s cock. And as he slid the swollen tip into his mouth, Paul reached out and grasped Jessie’s thigh, his hand like a brand on her skin.

She watched, fascinated, as Noah took his own cock in his hand and began to stroke. Then he lowered his mouth, Paul’s cock sliding between his lips. He came back up, and Paul’s cock was wet with Noah’s saliva, gleaming. Jessie slipped her hand between her pussy lips, slick with her juices.

“Come on, Noah,” Paul whispered. “Really suck it.”

A small laugh from Noah, then he went to work, drawing Paul’s cock in between his lips, his mouth sliding, lowering, until Jessie imagined the head of Paul’s cock hitting the back of his throat. She shivered as she watched, wanting to do the same, to taste him herself.

Paul moaned, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her juices dripped down her spread thighs, and desire was like a furnace in her system, heat on her skin, deep inside her as she thrust her fingers in and out.

Paul’s hips were pumping into Noah’s mouth, his hand gripping Jessie’s thigh. She arched her hips, needing his touch.

“Come closer, Jess,” he told her.

She moved until her knees were pressed against Paul’s side, and he slid his hand up her thigh.

“God, I need to touch you. Spread for me.”

She could hear the strain in Paul’s voice, the wet sounds of Noah sucking his cock. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. And she could see Noah stroking his own hard cock, thrusting into his fisted hand. Then Paul’s fingers were pushing in between her pussy lips, sliding into that needy hole.

“Ah, Paul!”

“Is that good, baby? I want it to be good for you.”

“It’s good…so good.”

His fingers pushed deeper inside and his thumb went to her clit, pressing, rubbing.

“I’m going to…I’m going to come again.”

“Yeah, come for me. Come for us, Jess. I want to come with you.”

She could hear the strain in his voice and knew he didn’t have long. Neither did she. It was all too intense, Paul’s hand working her mercilessly, fucking her with his fingers, pressing on her clit. And the sight of their two beautiful male bodies—Noah stroking his rigid shaft faster and faster, going down on Paul, imagining how their cocks would feel in her mouth—was making her shake all over.

Heat pooled in her sex, her stomach, spread. She arched her hips into Paul’s hand.

“Harder…please.”

“Anything for you, Jess.”

He added another finger, filling her wet pussy, pushing hard into her, grating against her G-spot.

“Paul!”

“Come, baby. I’m coming…coming…”

He gasped, groaned, and her entire body clenched in pleasure, her climax shattering her, sharp and blinding.

“Oh…”

She could smell the acrid scent of Paul’s come, the scent of her own slick juices as her sex convulsed hard around his fingers. Noah’s moans joined theirs as he came, the sound driving her on.

Finally, the last edges of her orgasm faded away, and Paul pulled his fingers from her, drew her to him until she lay against his chest. Noah was on his other side, stroking Jessie’s hair. And it felt so good, so incredible. Her body was buzzing, her mind clouded. And her heart was thundering with spent desire and emotion. She couldn’t believe she was here with Paul. And sweet Noah. Sweet and dirty. She’d never felt like this in her life.