Chapter 9 #3
His back alone was a source of fascination.
Huge, broad shoulders, lean hard planes of muscle that she could follow with her fingertips, one by one.
She cupped the ball of his shoulder, pressing hard with her fingers, unable to make any kind of impression.
If he weren’t so warm, she wouldn’t believe she was touching human skin.
Power hummed just under the skin, the kind of power she’d never felt before from a human being. An otherwordly energy, a life force that thrummed up through her fingers, just by touching him.
And it was an incredible aesthetic experience, too, because the man was so ripped.
She traced her fingertips and then her palms over his shoulders, his back, following the powerful lines of the muscles.
Amazing, just amazing that any man could be so strong.
Over the shoulder blades—steely muscles over bone—along the deep indentation of his spine, the strong muscles wrapped around his ribs.
She sighed in deep contentment when she reached his backside, digging in her fingernails which here too failed to make any kind of dent, and raking them up over his butt.
That had a real effect, as she felt his penis ripple and swell inside her.
“You like that,” she murmured against his shoulder.
“Mm.” Harry smiled lazily and turned his head just enough to kiss her shoulder. One big hand ran slowly up her rib cage and cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple. “I like everything.”
His thumb made another slow circle and her vagina contracted, hard. “You like that, too.”
Ellen barely had enough air to speak because the rush of heat had incinerated her lungs. He wasn’t even moving and it was the best sex she’d ever had.
“Yeah.”
“What else?” he asked, nipping her earlobe, moving his mouth lower to scrape his teeth along her neck. Goosebumps broke out all over her body and she contracted again around him.
The neck! The neck was an erogenous zone!
She ran the palms of her hands up and down the hollow of his lower back while he licked the area behind her ears and she contracted again.
Behind the ears…who knew that was erogenous?
When he breathed into her ear goosebumps travelled over her skin again and when he raised himself up a little on his elbows, face suddenly serious, eyes narrowed until only a golden slit showed, and licked her ear, she contracted again. And again.
She could feel his breathing pick up against her ear and could feel against her hands the bunching of the muscles in the small of his back as he started rocking inside her.
Small movements at first, each sparking off a wildfire of sensations, then one long, deep plunge, and another and she stopped breathing, stopped moving because in another second…
Her entire body contracted around him, arms and legs clinging, her sheath clenching tightly around him over and over again, the pleasure so intense it was electric, almost unbearable, his movements sharp now, his penis rubbing right against a concentration of nerve endings, each one going off like a little firecracker…
The bed was creaking, slamming against the wall and they were both sweating, every molecule of their bodies conspiring to make them cling together, everything so intense she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t because he was kissing her so hard, tongue deep in her mouth.
Each breath she took she breathed in Harry, every move she made brought him closer to her, his chest rubbing against hers as he worked inside her, hard belly slapping against hers, so that it was as if his entire body were making love to her, from his mouth to his toes.
Closer, she wanted even closer, to all that power and strength and heat. She held him even more tightly, entwined her legs around his, and bit him on the jaw in her excitement.
It was as if she’d shifted a gear in him.
His entire body gave a kick and his movements inside her grew faster, stronger, the friction burning her up.
The large base of his penis ground against her, against the flesh that had become supersensitized, sensations so intense they hovered on the knife’s edge of pain and she could feel another orgasm coming, speeding toward her like a freight train.
She stiffened, back arching, breath caught in her lungs and hung there, shaking, on some kind of plateau and then she simply exploded, contractions sharp and fast around him.
He exploded too, movements hard and strong, erupting inside her until her entire body was marked by him, inside and out.
It was simply too much, sensory overload. Lungs bellowing, heat pulsing in every cell of her body, she saw stars behind her closed lids. The craziest cliché in the book and it was true.
Her muscles slowly settled, grew lax, breathing slowly coming back to normal. They were plastered together by his sweat and hers and her entire groin area was wet with his semen and her excitement.
It had never really occurred to her how…how earthy sex was. How incredibly intimate. The sex she’d had up until now had been polite, even a little remote. Now she felt Harry’s skin as her own, his breaths as her own.
They were as close as two human beings could possibly get. He was inside her, his body entirely covering hers. Mouth, chest, sex twined with his.
The cold and loneliness she’d felt this past year was simply banished. Poof! As if it had never existed. She was joined to this man every way there was, skin rubbing against skin. She was sure she smelled of him and tasted of him.
“Oh,” she breathed, and couldn’t say anything else. Words were blasted from her head. There really weren’t any words for what she felt, only sensations. Warm, golden sensations.
“Oh yeah,” Harry agreed in a rough whisper.
Silence descended. Not the awkward silence of two people who didn’t know what to say to one another, but the silence of something too big for words.
Harry was still hugely hot and hard inside her. Wasn’t that unusual? Weren’t men supposed to…to detumesce after sex? After two climaxes, surely he should have lost his erection.
But no.
Ellen’s eyes closed and she felt as if she were floating in a warm ocean, floating, floating…
“I hope you’re not thinking of sleeping,” Harry whispered in her ear. “Because I haven’t even begun.”