Christine Feehan - Air Bound

“The boy has binoculars,” he greeted her, because if he said anything else, the lump burning in his throat might find a way to reach his eyes. He had wanted her to show him what was love was, and she was continuously doing so.

She laughed softly. He felt that soft melodious sound go down his spine just like the touch of her fingers, and his entire body came alive. There was something about her that made his spirit soar high, and it always disconcerted him.

He cleared his throat. “You gave them to him and I remember I was adamant that it was a really bad idea.”

“He loves them,” she pointed out, laughing.

“He spies on everyone.”

She stepped close to him and ran her hand up his bare chest, from his flat belly to his left nipple. “He’s you, Maxim, and we have to shape him carefully. He needs to become the man you are. We can’t lose him. The binoculars occupy his mind right now.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss into his belly button.

His breath caught in his throat, his fist bunched in her hair. “He’s a shadow, and one of these days I’m going to accidentally step on him.”

Her tongue teased his flat stomach, teeth nipping here and there. “You already love that boy.”

“I love all of them, but they need to stay in their own damn beds,” he growled. “We put them to bed every night and they just keep getting up and coming in, one by one like they have little strings connecting them, and they all wake up at one time.”

“Nicia only feels safe when she’s with you. She needs time, Max,” Airiana said, her hand coming up to nuzzle his burgeoning cock through his sweats while her mouth continued its foray over his belly.

A savage ache invaded, his cock so full and hard he could barely catch his breath. His hand cupped the back of her head as she pressed little butterfly kisses down his belly, driving the air from him so that even his lungs burned. Her hands dropped to the waistband of his sweats, slowly untying the drawstring.

You’ve gone very quiet, Max.

That soft laughter in her mind sent more blood rushing through his veins, hot with excitement. Whatever she had planned, his body was more than ready for.

I knew we had a problem with the children invading our private space, so I created another one. I’ve wrapped the gazebo in a weave, Benito’s binoculars can’t get through, and I’ve made us our own private bedroom. We might not be able to sleep together out here, but I can love you all I want.

There was purring satisfaction in her voice as his sweats dropped to the floor with a single tug. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Her hands cupped his sac, fingers moving gently over the velvet smoothness.

I love the way you feel. Your body is as hard as a rock, yet so easy to touch.

She stroked and massaged as she leaned into him to find the smooth head of his cock with her tongue, licking at the pearly drops there as if she might an ice cream cone. He threw back his head, closing his eyes, giving himself up to the slow, fiery burn of her mouth sheathing him.

A sound escaped her throat, a moan of satisfaction, and the note vibrated through his shaft, sending flames dancing through his entire body, radiating out from his cock to every nerve ending he had.

Have I told you how much I love you, Max? I wake up each day in your arms and can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.

Her mouth was heaven. Hot. Tight. Wet. She curled her tongue around his shaft, found the sensitive spot beneath the lip of the head. His fists tightened in all the silky hair tumbling around her face, pulling it back. He wanted—no needed—to see her. She looked so beautiful with her mouth stretched around him and her blue eyes looking up at him with so much love.

He’d never considered that he would ever have a family, let alone a woman who would so generously give herself to him. She made these little sounds of joy, of satisfaction, as if giving him pleasure gave her so much more. Each time she made those throaty, sexy notes, rockets went off in his head, through his body, teasing at his full cock until he thought the top of his head might come off.

She drew him deep into her mouth and then slowly released him, moving back up his shaft only to vary the speed so there was no way to catch his breath. Streaks of fire raced from his groin to his brain. He felt his control slipping.

Airiana, he warned.

I’ve got you, baby, she said softly, you’re safe with me. We’re alone here. We’re safe. Let yourself go. Give yourself to me.

His heart went into overtime. What if he was too rough? Too much for her? Did something she was afraid of? To just give in and let his body and mind go to that place freely, without restraint or worry . . .

Airiana. Was he telling her yes? No? To be careful of what she wished for?

Her mouth tightened around him, she suckled and then did the strange thing with her tongue that practically sent him into another realm.

Give yourself to me, Max. Don’t hold back. I don’t want you to. I want all of you. I want you to belong to me the way I belong to you.

He closed his eyes and let go, giving himself up to the sheer glory of her loving mouth and hands. It was like leaping off a cliff and free-falling, the exhilaration mixed with joy and trepidation. His hips began a gentle thrusting, taking him deeper into her tight, hot mouth.

Twice he held himself there, feeling her throat constrict him, watching her eyes, watching the sultry, smoky heat that only added to his building need. She’d lit a match to a stick of dynamite. He could see no fear or reluctance in her at all, only hunger, a deep hunger that matched his own.

He gave her just enough time to catch her breath, but she never fought him, never did anything but love him, accepting his rougher side as if every stroke gave her joy. He couldn’t believe a woman could be so utterly generous.

He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer and he wanted the night with her. She deserved the night with him. With great reluctance, he began to withdraw. She suckled much stronger, frowning a little around his cock, if that was actually possible.

Baby, enough. We’ve got the night and I need to give back to you.

This is your night. I’m giving it to you. My gift. I want this. I want this night for you, Max.

This is for me, Airiana. I need to be inside you, sharing your skin. He did. He wanted to feel surrounded by her—to lose himself completely in her. He wanted to give her as much—or more—pleasure as she was bringing to him, because no man could have such a woman and not want to keep her always.

He took his index finger and gently inserted it into the side of her mouth, breaking the seal she had on his cock. Come here, honey. I need you right now.

He didn’t wait for her consent, he knew he had it. It was in the soft melting of her body, her eyes, so filled with love he was certain he didn’t deserve. It was in the generosity of her mouth when she brought him nearly to his knees.

Maxim lifted her into his arms, finding her mouth with his. His kiss was ferocious, demanding, much rougher than he had ever given her. He forced her head back to allow him to explore her mouth the way he wanted, taking his time, devouring the faint peach flavor that was essentially Airiana.

She moaned softly, kissing him back, her mouth open to his, her tongue sliding along his tentatively, but giving him everything he insisted on. She had given herself to him and he was taking what belonged to him. Her mouth was soft and hot and sheer paradise. He could kiss her forever and never tire of it.

He kissed her over and over as he laid her on the soft bamboo sheets she’d covered the mattress in. One hand found her right breast while the other spanned her throat. His appetite was voracious, insatiable, he could never get enough of kissing her. His hand cupped her soft breast, just holding the slight weight in his palm because he could. He felt her shiver. Her breasts were so sensitive, and he loved that about her. His fingers began to roll and tug on her nipple to bring it to rapt attention.