Twenty #3
He brought me flush with him, and we kissed for what felt like a blissful eternity while his hands explored my body over my nightgown.
When he bunched up the thin material to caress my thigh, I fumbled with his shirt, pulling the hem out of his pants.
Letting my hands dive underneath, I caressed the taut muscles of his stomach.
A moment later, he broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head and cast it aside.
My gaze glided over his hard chest and sculpted torso before dipping lower, to the hardness straining through his pants.
“Have you ever done this before?” He gently guided my chin up until I met his gaze.
“I have.” But not like this, I wanted to say. I had never experienced such raw, untamed desire as I felt in this moment.
“Your former fiancé?” he asked, and I nodded. “He wasn’t worthy of you.” He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. “I’m not worthy of you either. I should leave.”
“No.” I cupped his face. “Look at me.” His lashes lifted. Warring emotions swirled in his piercing eyes, which seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. It was a battle between what he wanted to do and what he, for some reason, thought he should do. “I want this,” I said huskily. “I want you.”
He shuddered as if fighting for restraint. His hands fisted in my nightgown before he slowly inched the garment up. His breathing picked up the higher the hem climbed, and by the time the nightgown hit the floor, he had stopped breathing.
My skin became flushed and sensitive under his appraising gaze.
“You’re exquisite.” The words were a fervent breath as he lifted his hand to my face and skimmed his fingertips over my swollen lips.
His light, reverent touch brushed my jaw and the delicate skin of my throat before moving lower, eliciting a shiver of awareness from me.
My body was coming alive with each stroke of his fingers as he was awakening parts of me I hadn’t even known existed until now.
The way I ached for him was maddening. His hand glided over my breast down to my navel.
My chest was rising and falling shallowly by the time he reached the apex of my thighs.
A raw sound left him when he found me slick with arousal.
He kissed me then as his fingers circled the bundle of nerves, feeding the throbbing ache.
An acute need stole my breath, and I moaned against his lips, my hips rocking into his touch.
Still teasing me between my thighs, he trailed kisses down my neck and lower until he swirled his tongue over the tingling peak of my breast.
“Stars,” I breathed as my back arched.
The way he touched me was torturous and intoxicating.
I wanted to touch him, too. When I reached for his rigid length and molded my hand over it, he groaned against my breast. Emboldened by the sound, I tightened my grip and began stroking him through the fabric of his pants.
He lifted his head from my chest and rested his forehead against mine before whispering hoarsely, “Take them off.” The words were a plea, not a demand.
Happy to comply, I freed him from his pants. Another sound left him, a mix between a growl and a moan, when my hand wrapped around his silky hardness. His skillful fingers started moving with more urgency between my thighs as he kissed me again. He kept kissing me as we stepped closer to the bed.
I trembled with anticipation as he lowered me down to the mattress and settled between my legs.
He stilled, hovering over me, as if he wanted to put a pin in this moment before everything between us would change.
A second later, he thrust in, slowly stretching me in the most decadent way.
With a thready moan, I savored every glorious inch as my eyes fluttered closed and my head fell against the pillow.
“Look at me,” he rasped when he was fully seated. I pried my lashes apart and met his gaze. “You feel perfect,” he whispered before he kissed me deeply and thoroughly.
He felt perfect, too, as if our bodies were made for each other.
I wrapped my legs around his lower back as he slowly retreated before sliding into me once more.
We quickly found our rhythm, moving in a sensual dance as we built each other’s pleasure.
He glided in and out of me in languid, luxurious strokes, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
The pleasure climbed higher and higher until it crested, and I cried out, my body flooding with ecstasy.
Another mighty thrust, and he found his release with a harsh groan against my neck.
A few quiet seconds passed while we caught our breath before he lifted his head from my neck to gaze down at me. His eyes were two glowing silver orbs in the semidarkness of my room.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I managed a small nod. I was more than all right. I had never known such pleasure.
“I didn’t know it could feel so good,” I confessed. “Can we go again?”
He chuckled. “We can go all night if you want to.”
“I want to,” I said eagerly. Even though the aftershocks of pleasure still darted through me, the potent desire was back, urgent and demanding.
Another chuckle rumbled out of him before molten heat filled his gaze. His features sharpened with stark lust as he dipped his chin. “Be careful what you wish for.”