Chapter 30
Amit was certain this was heaven. That whispered word, not to mention, the way she was writhing against him left him unable to think, only react. Usually, he controlled his own pleasure until he was sure that the woman was satisfied. But with Marianna, the way her inner muscles gripped his shaft and the slickness of her body…he could only follow her over the edge of pleasure.
Because he was so close, he reached down, shifting their bodies to rub his thumb against that nub. After only three strokes, she exploded in the most erotic climax he’d ever seen. He wanted to watch, to glory in the beauty of her release. But the way she was moving and the tight grip she had on his shaft made that impossible. His climax was upon him before he realized what was happening.
Then he collapsed against her, feeling her trembling with release. He smiled faintly, pressing his lips to her throat. His face was buried against her neck as he replayed the whole scene in his mind.
After a long time, he pulled slightly away from her, shifting to one side so that he could pull her into his arms. As they relearned how to breath, holding each other closely, feeling their heartbeats pound and the small, reverberating shivers of pleasure…he felt as if his world was complete.
He wanted to do that all over again, but slower this time. He wanted to explore her more thoroughly, to learn everything there was about her. But something was nagging in the back of his mind. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of what he was missing.
With a sigh, he pulled her closer, running a soothing hand over her thigh.
“I didn’t know,” Marianna whispered, sounding stunned.
Amit looked down at her, bracing himself on his elbow. “Didn’t know what? That this would happen when we came together?”
She turned, those chocolate eyes dreamy. “I’m…not sure exactly,” she admitted.
Her lips were swollen, but he couldn’t hold back from tenderly kissing them. “Talk to me, love. What are you thinking?”
She laughed, her fingers caressing his cheek. “That I need a shower, to be honest.”
He grunted, thinking that a shower might help cool him down. Because right now, all he wanted was to do that all over again. He wanted to lose himself in her body and find more ways to pleasure her.
But since she wanted a shower, a shower she would receive. Standing up, he lifted her into his arms and carried Marianna into the bathroom. There, he lowered her feet to the ground, ignoring her protests that she could walk on her own.
“I know you can,” he replied, bending down to kiss her. “But I like carrying you.” He blinked down at her, tilting his head slightly. “I had no idea you were so short.” He looked at her, admiring her nakedness with a slow, sexy grin. “I guess you’ve always worn heels around me, eh?”
She blushed and stepped back, trying to cover herself with her hands.
“I’m not as tall as you, but few people are. That doesn’t mean–”
“Don’t get all feisty, Mari,” he said softly, pulling her hands away as he adjusted the water temperature, then slowly pulled her into the shower. “I don’t care how tall you are. You’re perfect. You’re an amazingly intelligent and confident woman.” He kissed her again.