Rampant

Extract from “RAMPANT” by Saskia Walker available from Harlequin Spice, April 2010

Where do you end and I begin, Zoë wondered, as she considered the mischievous ghost’s influence over her. Zoë knew that things wouldn’t be this way if Annabel weren’t involved. On the one hand she felt she should thank her. On the other...it all felt a bit strange. Rather like driving a car and yet having someone reach across occasionally and take the controls, forcing the speed up and dodging other vehicles. It wasn’t as if she’d done anything that she didn’t want to do. It was more like her fantasies were attainable, because of Annabel’s influence. It was exciting and scary, and it made her feel edgy and dangerous. It was also hellishly confusing.

      Even as she stepped out of bed and walked to the top of the stairs, she looked down and wondered if she was dreaming. And yet deep down she knew that she’d be standing here under her own steam if the situation had been like this and Annabel hadn’t been involved, because she wanted Grayson.

      She was deeply attracted to him. He was down there and she knew he was interested in her. Okay, so his motivation for pursuing her was a bit muddy, because of the research angle. But she knew that if she went down there, they would have sex. There was no doubt in her, and that’s where the difference lay. The Zoë Daniels who’d arrived from London might have had a doubt. Her confidence may not have been quite so buoyant, and she might not have been willing to risk going down these stairs with the intention of finding him, being with him. But the Zoë Daniels who had come into contact with the mischievous spirit next-door was all too willing.

      “I welcome you, Annabel,” she whispered. As she did, a sense of female power rose steadily inside her, an erotic vapor that made her slink and purr and move her body like a harem dancer. Every bit of her thrummed with life and vitality. From her plump pussy to her womb and the heavy, peaked weight of her breasts, every inch of her felt opulent and feminine. She ran her hands over her body, reveling in its fluidity, its heat and energy.

      I am woman.

      She stepped down the narrow stairs and rounded the banister in the hallway. All was quiet. She tiptoed across to the sitting-room door and peeped inside.

      Grayson was laid out at full stretch on the sofa, and he was asleep. His clothes were strewn on the floor nearby. Taking a slow, deep breath, she put one hand up against the doorframe, and took in the sight. What a picture of male beauty it was, too.

      He was naked, and Zoë’s hand went to her throat, her pulse pacing up as she admired his physical form. The faux fur throw that had been across the back of the sofa earlier that evening was now laying over his hips and covered most of one leg, the other long muscular thigh was bare. The room was softly lit by lamplight and a book trailed from his hand to the floor, as if he’d been reading when he fell asleep. In repose, his features looked almost classical, much less rugged than when animated. The long, old-fashioned sofa seemed to frame him to perfection. If she hadn’t already been in a state of arousal, looking at him lying there like that would have had her there in an instant. As it was, the nagging ache inside her had turned into a roaring inferno of expectation.

      She stepped closer, close enough to see the dusting of dark blonde hair that traced a symmetrical line from his chest down to his navel and beyond, where it disappeared under the throw. Her fingers itched to pull the cover back, so that she could see his cock and admire it while he slept. The bulk of it made a shape in the fur, and the thought of running her hand over that fur-covered outline sent a sensuous shiver deep within her core. On their first encounter, the night before, circumstances hadn’t allowed her time to admire the view, and now her curiosity and desire were conspiring to get the better of her.

      Leaning forward, she went to lift the throw.

      His hand closed around her wrist, locking in her place. “Something I can do for you, Zoë?”

      She gasped, startled, and yet secretly thrilled. His eyes were narrowed as he looked at her, and she saw concern there. After he’d studied her for a long moment, that concern morphed into humor, and passion. Had he even been asleep?  Perhaps he’d heard her getting up and was waiting for her to appear.

      As if to confirm that suspicion, he pulled her closer still. Her body tightened, the knowledge that she was going to get what she needed firing her up even more.

      “Yes, there is something...” She was a mere two inches from his lips, and she closed the gap, kissing him, her hand closing over that fur-covered erection even while he held her wrist.

      His cock grew and lifted under her hand, poking up from beneath the cover, as if eager to be held. Her hand moved, closing around the hot, velvety skin of his shaft.

      Breaking the kiss, he inhaled a ragged breath, his hand tightening on her wrist.

      Looking into his eyes and seeing the reciprocated desire that shone there, Zoë knew that something had been let loose in her. It was as if every barrier had been stripped away and she was free to climb on and enjoy. He shifted, giving her room to kneel either side of his hips. She climbed over his thighs, one knee either side of him, and threw her head back, reveling in the sense of liberation she experienced as she stroked the upright cock in front of her.

      His hands roved over the outline of her hips, and then reached up and ran his fingertips over her nipples. Although he barely touched them, her breasts burned from her nipples to her center.

      He watched her as she explored his cock, and his mouth moved in a slow smile. “Do you think we can make it to the bed?”

      She laughed breathily, her heart pounding, and then shook her head. “No.”

      The intimate connection he’d made with her felt special and it made her sure. “I hope you have a condom.”

      He reached out across the floor and snatched at his jeans, pulling them closer. With one hand, he held them up, the other rooted around in the pocket.

      She lifted and lowered over him while she waited, showing him what she wanted. When she took a deep breath it came out shakily. Moving her fingers to her clit, she rubbed it, desperate for relief. Heat traversed her groin and her clit was pounding. Her mouth went dry.

      His glance dipped to where she was masturbating. “I could watch you doing that all night long,” he commented, and rolled the condom over the head of his cock.

      Through her erotic haze, she experienced a vague sense of self-awareness. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before, and yet she hadn’t even thought about what she was doing. Instinct had her in its grip. The last trace of self-awareness whispered away from her consciousness as she watched the way he rolled the rubber down the length of his cock, and when his fist was at the base, securing it, he used his thumb to direct it towards the place where she was rubbing herself.

      All logical thought was gone.

      Splaying her pussy lips with her fingers, she took his offering, rubbing her clit against the solid shape of his cock head. A sudden and almost serene climax hit her. Her head dropped forward and she reached out for him as she struggled for breath. He grabbed her hands, meshing his fingers with hers, holding her steady.

      “Go slowly,” he whispered, when she lifted up, eager to take him inside. She bit her lip, forcing herself to pause. He had a determined look in his eye

      “Any particular reason why?” she managed to ask.

      He squeezed her hands where they were meshed with his, and the look in his eyes was commanding. “Because I want to watch you, and I want to savor every moment of this.”

      Pleasure burned in her. Hot liquid ran down her thigh. The need she felt was overwhelming. Moving forward, she let go his hands and eased the head of his cock inside. It pushed into her opening, stretching her, and how good that felt. Inch by inch, she lowered herself down, until he was thrust upright inside, filling her until her womb buoyed up and her entire groin was suffused with heat and pleasure.

      “Don’t move,” he whispered, “stay right there.” He touched her breastbone, gently running his nails down between her breasts, over her abdomen.

      She moaned under the brusquely seductive contact. It sensitized the surface of her skin, making the heat from inside her leap to the surface and race over her entire body like a raging fever.

      His fingertips moved on and down, until they came to rest over her mons. Touching her gently, tantalizingly, he squeezed the plump, sensitive cushion of her mound. Her tenderized clit went wild. She wanted to move, to lift and grind down on him, hard. Instead, she dropped her head back and opened her mouth, moaning aloud to allow some of the tension to escape her.

      When he moved his hands, it only made it worse.

        “Oh, Grayson. Please?”

      “Hush,” he responded, gruffly. “It’s only because I want to learn my way around you.” His gaze held hers.

      His words made her feel treasured. And then his cock pulsed fiercely inside her, reminding her that he was holding back, too.

      The soft stroke of his hands against the inside of her thighs made her desperate, and she tossed her hair from side to side. Leaning forward, she raked her fingers down his chest to where their hips met, awed when the muscles of his abdomen rippled beneath her fingers. The power contained there made her clutch the hard length inside her. Leaning forward like that, his cock arched inside her and pressed her sweet spot.

      “Got to move.” She rocked her hips back and forth, molding his cock inside her.

      Grayson’s head went back against the arm of the sofa, his eyes narrowed, his chin lifted, his chest rising and falling. “You feel so good,” he breathed.

      Hearing him say that made her reach out for his hands, and they meshed fingers again.

      He nodded his encouragement, and she lifted up and sank down. He stretched the walls of her sex as she rode him, over and over again, the crown of his cock pressing deep against her cervix, making her womb feel heavy. Pure, undiluted pleasure washed over her, the rush making her high. She laughed, joyously, throwing her head back and riding his willing cock until her sex was on fire, and deep spasms of release ran through her core.

      “Oh, yes, you look very beautiful when you come,” he whispered, then let go one of her hands, and moved his fingers to the place where they joined, nudging her clit with one knuckle, until she came again, a succession of blissful peaks rolling together inside her.

      She was lost to it, clutching and grinding on him until he groaned loudly and his body bowed up under her. His chest expanded and the muscles in his arms roped as he clutched her thighs and his cock exploded inside her.

      Panting for breath, her body slick with sweat and her inner thighs damp which her juices, she buckled and fell forward into his waiting arms.

Extract from “RAMPANT” by Saskia Walker available from Harlequin Spice, April 2010 ISBN-10: 0373605420; ISBN-13: 978-0373605422

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