Part 52: Kitchen Skills-2

"Very attractive," she murmured, leaning back against him. "Show me again." She loved the feel of his strong, hard body against her. His scent was citrus and leather; very male and uniquely Quinn. Her eyes fluttered closed when his mouth hovered just below her ear. The sensation of his warm breath against her delicate skin excited her. Even before she felt his lips brush her neck, her breath quickened, and she was burning for him. He inhaled deeply and seemed to be breathing her in as she'd done with him. His hands began their own explorations, roaming under her sweater to gently grasp and tease her breasts while his mouth continued its magic, gently tasting the side of her neck. She let the knife drop, no longer interested in the task at hand. "You certainly haven't lost your technique," she sighed. "Are you sure you're feeling up to it?" "I can definitely say I'm up to it," he said, turning her around and stealing her breath with a long, hot kiss that turned her legs to jelly. She gasped when his hands fisted in her hair, tugging gently while he deepened the kiss and pressed his hardness into her belly. "When are people arriving?" he asked when they finally came up for air. His hands had roamed to her bottom and squeezed gently. "Three hours," she sighed. "That's not nearly enough time," he said, taking her hand and pulling her towards the stairs. "But it'll have to do." "No," she said, shaking her head and looking deep into his eyes. "Kiss me again. Right here." He turned and did as commanded. He cupped her face in his hands; claiming her in a tender and searching kiss that quickly turned hot, deep and possessive. It stole her breath and sent a spray of hot sparks through her body. No one had ever kissed her like Quinn. She never wanted to be kissed by anyone else. She pressed herself against his hard body and grasped the back of his neck to sink more deeply into him. The weeks of pent up longing dissolved into giddy anticipation. She savoured the urgency of his mouth, the feel of his big, warm hands all over her body. There was still a tiny fear in the back of her mind, whispering that their happiness wouldn't last; that nothing this pure and good could possibly survive. She banished the small, destructive voice from her head and heart. "I won't let anything happen to you, ever again," she whispered close to his ear before scraping his earlobe lightly with her teeth; delighted to feel the tremor that rippled through his body. She licked the hollow just behind. He was delicious; hot and all hers. She wanted to devour him. They melded together against the kitchen island, exploring each other with urgent hands and seeking lips. His touch was brand new and achingly familiar at the same time. She sighed when his hands roamed under her shirt to caress her breasts again through the light fabric of her soft, cotton bra. She was so ready for him. Suddenly, she stepped back. "I need to see you," she said, her eyes hot on his. She loved the look on his face; pleased that she'd taken him by surprise. She wanted only good surprises for him from then on. She pulled his t-shirt up as far as she could reach before he helped her take it over his head. She tossed it aside. She felt like she'd only ever had a taste of him before, now she would savour. She trailed her fingers lightly over the sculpted muscles of his abdomen before smoothing her hands slowly across his chest. His eyes closed when she skimmed her nails lightly up the sides of his neck, across his shoulders and down his arms. She continued her gentle strokes, walking behind him to admire his strong back, wide shoulders and huge biceps. She touched him everywhere, thrilled to hear him sigh and feel his body relax under her touch. Lucy snagged the waistband of his shorts and gently pulled them down his legs. She tapped on his ankle, signalling him to step out of them and she tossed them aside as well. She straightened up and stepped back, appreciating the full view including his very fine, sculpted ass. She moved forward to touch him there, lightly at first then grasping him in a firm grip with both hands. "Good Lord. If this is punishment for all the stupid things I've done, it's working," he said, his voice a low rasp. "When exactly can I touch you?" "Soon," she murmured as if in a dream, kissing slowly between his shoulder blades, raising goosebumps on warm skin. She took her time exploring before she lazily made her way back to his front. Her hands continued their journey as she sought to claim every inch of him. She looked down, the size of his arousal filling her with a lusty pride. She grasped him gently with her hand and began to stroke lightly. He inhaled sharply, a sound that deepened her own excitement. "Come upstairs with me," he whispered, bending to kiss her, but she shook her head no. She wasn't done. Everywhere she touched, his body reacted. He was heavy and rock-hard in her hands and she loved the power she was having over him. "If you keep it up, this'll be over before it starts," he said, shakily. She dropped to her knees in front of him, stroking up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back against the kitchen island and groaned in anticipation. She took him into her mouth as much as she could, gripping the rest of him gently in her hands. He grew even harder under her touch and she relished the sounds he made. Being close to him in this way filled her with desire; she felt wicked, powerful and sexy. It wasn't long before she felt his legs start to tremble. She squeezed gently and was gratified when he came suddenly in a hot, salty burst. She stroked his legs while his body shuddered. She took her mouth from him finally, looked up with a saucy smirk and kissed his inner thigh. When she rose to her feet, he pulled her to him quickly in a fierce grip. "My God, woman, you are full of surprises," he said, his voice hoarse. "I don't think I'll ever walk again." She laughed, feeling his heart pound under her cheek as he clung to her. She loved him completely, this giant, funny man with the brilliant mind and the gentle, artistic soul. From the first time they met, he looked out for her, took care of her and asked nothing in return. Now it was time for her to take care of him. "When can I return the favour?" he whispered in her ear. This time, she pulled him towards the stairs. "Right now."