An Excerpt From Kathleen Lawless' Hot New Book
" Unmasked "
Would
all the guests be wearing these? Somehow she suspected that they would.
And no one would know who anyone else was. Such an intriguing thought,---
total freedom to be whoever, whatever she wanted. A queen. A pharaoh. A
courtesan. A powerful woman capable of driving a man to distraction. She
fondled the plush texture, rasped her nail across the eye cut-outs, twined
the satin ties around her forefinger. Finally she gave in to temptation.
She stood and positioned the mask across her features before securing the
ties behind her head.“Allow me.”
Aurora gasped as strong, capable hands took over for hers, adjusting the mask’s fastenings. Where had he come from? Had a stranger lingered in the shadows, watching her sleep? Influencing her dreams. For she’d woken with a heavy throbbing need between her legs. Her skin prickled all over with super-sensitivity, nerve endings tingling with exposure to something new and exciting in the air.
Like the man who stood behind her. His warm breath stirred her hair and pin-pricks of awareness licked across her scalp, heightened by the brush of his fingers. He pushed her hair aside and touched his lips to the sensitive nape. Aurora trembled in reaction.
“Grayson?”
“No names,” he said, his voice as muffled and indistinguishable as the dusk. Silently he moved to stand before her, a dark phantom in matching mask and cloak. His voice was gravely low.
“Why the disguise?” she asked when she finally rediscovered hers.
“Club tradition.”
“The world’s a stage, and we the players?”
“That seems the way of things. Come, I’ll escort you safely back to the house.”
“I can make my own way, thank you.”
“Ssshhhh.” His fingers on her lips rendered her silent as he tugged her into the concealing shadows of the room’s deepest corner. So intent was she on savoring the feel of him next to her, she barely heard the soft feminine gurgle of a woman’s laughter. The sound was echoed by the low, throaty rumble of a man’s voice, the words lost to them as the couple scampered up the steps. Once inside, faint moonlight backlit the way two bodies merged into one, drew apart briefly, then reunited.
Aurora tensed as the breeze played with the unmistakable moan of a woman aroused, then the harsher indrawn breath of the male preparing to mate.
She couldn’t possibly remain here.
Couldn’t intrude on something so intimate.
Yet when she tried to move, she found herself imprisoned against the hard masculine form of her companion. And lost all desire to move.
She was aware of hardened muscles, coiled strength, every lean and hard male inch of him. Could he perhaps be naked beneath the concealing cloak?
Instantly she felt stifling hot beneath the folds of her own enveloping cloak. Her skin prickled and beaded with moisture in the most personal of places. The tops of her thighs the backs of her knees, the valley between her breasts. She shifted as a new, more fiery restlessness shot through her.
And when her companion clasped her closer still, settled her against him and into him, her blood sang with the rightness of the way she nested with him. How well they fit together, Aurora thought as she lifted her face toward his. She already knew their lips fit together as well as their bodies.
Across the room, the settee upon which she had so recently reclined became the destination of the two clandestine lovers. Cloaks rustled and afforded the occasional glimpse of bare skin, alabaster white limbs against midnight velvet.
Moans mingled with throaty murmurs as the lovers twined and coupled. Mouth to mouth, breast to chest, then mouth to breast. Aurora buried her face against the broad, capable chest of her companion. His arms enfolded her, promised to shield her.
From what? Aurora wondered. From herself?
For her breath quickened in tandem with that of the trysting couple, who gyrated together in nature’s most primal dance.
He had to know how she felt, for his own response met and matched hers with sublime subtlety. His breathing deepened. His hands sifted through her hair as if unable to still themselves. She felt his muscles tense as he pressed her closer; felt his cock thicken and lengthen against her. She nearly gasped aloud at the power of her response, but his lips captured hers, silenced her. Consumed her.
His hands shifted from her hair to chart the length of her spine, finding and shaping her feminine curves the way his lips learned the secrets of her mouth. Her breasts tingled, nipples budded then pouted with neglect when he failed to pay them the much-needed attention. She felt his heat beneath the cloak and pushed the garment aside to unfasten his shirt, touching his bare chest as she herself longed to be touched.
The railing of the building was behind her, supporting her weight as he leaned into her, every inch of him flush with every inch of her, the sensation through their cloaks every bit as powerful as if they wore nothing at all.
The writhing couple across the room ceased to exist as her partner’s pelvis locked with hers, rocked in the most intimate promise of all. As his clever fingers plucked her nipples through the fine silk of her favorite blouse, she bit her lower lip to prevent her cry of pleasure and swallowed a further cry of frustration at her growing need for release.
Intuitively he seemed to sense her every need. Silently, he shifted her till she balanced upon the railing, her legs straddled his midsection, hugging his waist. Smoothly he pushed her skirt aside.
She felt the cool night air whisper through the delicate lawn of her panalettes. Seconds later, his knowing fingers found the damp heat of her slit. Deftly he teased the secret, burning woman part of her.
A rush of female pleasure spilled from her, dampening her underthings along with his fingers. He gave a low, approving murmur only she could hear as he located the throbbing nub that craved his touch more than life itself. As he continued to tease and torture, Aurora rocked against him, lower lip caught in her teeth as the sensations built in intensity and release continued to elude her.
Vaguely she grew aware of a flurry of movement from nearby. Footfalls on the steps signaled they were now alone. She heard frantic, desperate panting and traced the source to herself. “I want---” Aurora stopped, having no idea what it was she burned for.
“Whatever you want.” His growled words sounded as if they were ripped from his throat.
“I want you.” The audacity of her words might have shocked her in another time or place, but not now. Nor did they stop her from rubbing against him in a far more intimate fashion than anything she had ever done during her marriage.
His response was a repeat of that wolfish, satisfied, very male grin. “Patience, my lovely.”
Without unseating her, he slipped her panties from her waist and down one leg at a time. Then he knelt before her, her legs resting on his shoulders, securing her balance.
Moist, hot, hungry kisses branded her inner thighs and marked her as his. Aurora gasped aloud and tightened her grip on the railing beneath her. His chin was peppered with the faint stubble of the days’s growth of whiskers, rubbing suggestively against the softness of her softest skin. A deliciously arousing sensation continued to build as he ran his tongue from her stocking top to the triangular juncture of her womanhood.
“You like that, mmmmm?” he murmured against her.
Aurora released a long, pent-up sigh of agreement. The sigh turned into a gasp when his lips touched her most intimate inner sanctum, dampening already moist recesses with new desire. Aurora gasped again as he traced her feminine shape with his tongue, discovering all her secrets.
“Your clit is so hard. Begging for my kiss.”
As he put words to action and lapped at the pearl of her womanhood, Aurora’s world exploded into a white hot chasm of light. Barely had one tremor started to subside when it was heightened by another, followed by a third. His tongue gentled, soothing rather than torturing, clearly enjoying the way the rippling aftershocks slowly eased to a gentle, internal pulsing.
“You taste delicious. The unmistakable flavor of a woman well and truly sated.” His voice rang with satisfaction as he steadied her and rose to his feet.
“I still want you.” Aurora didn’t even recognize the seductive, husky tone of her own voice.
“In you?”
“You were right,” Aurora whispered against his neck. I’ve been too long without a man.”
He captured her lips with his own and sipped the words as she spoke, savored them and went back for more.
She reached between them to find and stroke the hot, turgid length of his cock through his trousers. He was so big. So hard. Never had she known such need, such greed, such craving for another.
He freed his cock then brought the tip of his shaft to her entrance way, teasing the ginger-colored curls. Gently he probed for admittance, slid easily inside her slickness, then withdrew before sliding in further.
Aurora moaned aloud at the exquisite sensation of him filling her. She had been empty for so long. Forever. And now, finally, she understood how it felt to be well and truly mated to someone.
His breathing grew harsh as he increased the pace of his actions. Aurora could see the pale glimmer of his shaft as he pulled nearly all the way out, then buried himself deep inside of her. More heat, more bright light, more moisture prefaced a new, intense pressure from somewhere deep within.
Her inner muscles clenched then released, then clenched again, allowing her to tease him the way he had teased her earlier. He groaned aloud. Held his breath. Only to release it in a rush. His movements quickened in tandem with hers. The pressure built to an unbearable pitch. Her orgasm burst together with his. She screamed aloud. Trembled with the rippling, aftermath as the pleasure flowed through her to him and back into her.