Turner's Rainbow 2 - The Rainbow Promise Read Online Free

kiss deepened. His teeth scraped her lips. Desire pulsated through him.
    He pulled her across him so that she sat in his lap. Her bottom pressed against his already turgid manhood, further heightening the fierce pleasure building in his loins. With one arm Luke supported her back while he kissed her, and his other hand went to the opening of her dress, spreading the sides apart and sliding beneath the dress to the cool, sheer cloth of her chemise. He cupped her breast through her underclothes. It was heavy, fuller now that she was pregnant. He could see the dark circle of her aureole and the thick, pointed nipple. He thought of their son suckling her breast, his little fingers kneading the soft white flesh, and he wanted her with a desire that went far deeper than just sex.
    "Sarah." Luke's voice was rough with yearning. He pulled down the chemise to expose her breast. He had seen her naked time after time, yet the sight of her never failed to excite him. He wanted to take her in every way a man could have a woman, wanted to fill her completely. His control hung by threads.
    Luke leaned back his head and closed his eyes, sucking in air. His arm was clenched tight as iron behind her back. Sarah opened her eyes, puzzled. She looked at his taut face and neck, harsh and beautiful in the pale moonlight. She reached up and caressed his cheek lightly. Luke opened his eyes and gazed down at her. Sarah saw his hunger and she saw his control, and she knew with disappointment that Luke would not make love to her tonight.
    But then he bent and took her nipple into his mouth, and Sarah wondered if she was wrong. His tongue moved gently over the hard button of flesh, circling and caressing. No one would have guessed the leashed hunger within him, so soft was his mouth on her breast. But he caressed her now for her, not himself, and he took great care not to hurt her tender breasts, sensitized by her pregnancy.
    Luke pulled down the cloth from her other breast, and his mouth made its lazy way to it. Sarah felt the slight scratch of his chin and cheek, unshaven since early this morning, a counterpoint to the softness of his mouth. The air was cool against her nipple, damp from his tongue, and it pebbled even more. Her loins were heavy and liquid with desire. She ached to feel his hardness inside her, and she moved her hips a little, beckoning him.
    The shifting of her body rubbed his engorged shaft, and instinctively Luke shoved her hips down, moving her against him, aching to reach fulfillment and loving the ache. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he struggled for, and found, control. His hand went under her skirt, pushing it up, sliding along her legs to their juncture. Sarah made a choked sound and arched her back, pressing up against his hand. He slid between her legs, caressing the hardness of bone beneath the cloth, touching the dampness of her desire.
    His hand moved up and untied the drawstring of her undergarment. He caressed the mound of her abdomen, sliding downward to the prickle of hair. Sarah drew in her breath sharply. His fingers moved into the hot, moist crevice of her femininity, exploring the slick folds of flesh. He stared down at Sarah's face, watching the play of emotions across her face, the restlessness and longing, the pleasure, the almost unbearable buildup of passion within her He loved seeing what he did to her, loved watching the pleasure take her.
    His finger slid over the tiny button of pleasure between her nether lips, stroking and pressing. Sarah moved beneath his touch, circling her hips, squeezing her thighs together as though to entrap the pleasure. The waves of pleasure were growing in her, building, climbing until they were so intense she thought she must die from not reaching the end. Then his finger moved quickly, and the gathered force exploded within her.
    She groaned, digging her heels into the wooden slats of the swing and arching back, shaking all over with the intensity of her satisfaction.