Chapter 21 #3
He smiled, a wolfish baring of teeth. “I want to see you.”
She did not pretend to misunderstand. Instead, she helped him drag the sleep shirt up her body and over her head and then she was naked beneath him. He was careful not to touch her injured throat or move too quickly.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured, and in that moment, she believed him. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful.
He kissed her mouth, deep and wet, his tongue pushing inside until she trembled and gasped, until she was breathless and barely able to think.
He kissed her jaw, her collarbone, setting her aflame.
She gasped as he kissed her breast and then took her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, pulling her into a dizzying spiral.
Panting, she twined her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. Never had she imagined such sensation, the feel of his mouth on her breast, sucking, pulling, leaving her aching and hot, her legs shifting with a restless energy that made her whole body sing.
His palm skimmed her waist, her back, the round globe of her bottom. He licked her other nipple, then sucked it into the warmth of his mouth, teasing her with gentle tugs, then harder, stronger. She moaned, heat pooling between her thighs.
She made a mewl of protest as he pulled back, then watched in fascination as he doffed the remainder of his clothing.
She marvelled at his body, wide shoulders, narrow hips, muscled thighs and arms. Then, curious and aroused and hungry, she let her gaze drift lower to the long, thick rod that jutted from his body, dark hair surrounding the base of it.
Reaching out, she almost touched him, then dropped her hand, too uncertain to finish the movement.
Coming up on her knees, she leaned forward and traced her tongue along his collarbone, down the swell of muscle on his chest. She flicked the tip of her tongue across his nipple, and he made a low laugh.
Pressing her back, he came down on her, the weight and heat of him surrounding her, his arms on either side, his body pressed full along the length of hers.
She felt the nudge of his arousal against her, thick and smooth, his knees between hers, urging her legs apart.
The hairs of his thighs brushed her skin.
The hint of stubble at his jaw rasped her cheek.
And she liked it. All of it.
Her body moved of its own accord, wriggling side to side, her legs restless.
She ran her hands down his back to the hard, taut muscles of his buttocks.
Again, he kissed her as his hand slid between their bodies to her secret folds, his fingers finding her slick and wet, sliding inside her just a little, then out again to move in a luscious circle that made her gasp and writhe.
He stroked her, a lush, moist glide of his fingers that wound her body in a tight coil.
She could not help but move, her hips jerking forward and back, gasps and soft cries escaping her.
He shifted above her and she felt his arousal push against her opening, stretching her.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his hips moving forward and back in a shallow rhythm. With each pump, she felt herself stretched a little more. She looked at him, his face set in taut lines. “A moment of pain. I am sorry for it,” he said, and pumped his hips forward fast and hard.
There came a quick, sharp pain as he filled her. She made a soft cry, and he caught the sound with his kiss.
He held himself rigid above her and despite the discomfort, she did not push him away, did not want to push him away, instead aching to draw him closer, to widen her legs, to open to him more fully.
So, she did. She obeyed instinct and he made a muffled groan as he pushed deeper inside her. Inside her.
Arching up, she bit the mound of muscle high on his chest, obeying an instinct that bid her do things she never would have imagined. Then she licked him, tasting the salt of his skin.
Again, his hand slid between their bodies stroking, caressing the place where their bodies joined. And, oh, it felt wonderful, her body coiling tighter and tighter. She needed to move. She needed to move.
She writhed beneath him, gasping, her fingers curled into the muscles of his back.
He began to move above her, each thrust slow and shallow at first, then deeper, harder as his fingers worked their liquid magic. Pleasure, so bright and sharp it bordered on pain, made her tremble.
His hips pumped forward, back, as he took her mouth in a hard, deep kiss.
Tension tightened her limbs. Pleasure built in sharp layers. She moved as he moved, their rhythm synchronized, each thrust slick and wet.
Her heels pressed against his buttocks, her knees bent, her whole body straining toward him.
The spiral wound tighter and tighter until she thought she might scream—
He thrust into her hard and then she did scream, her whole body breaking apart into a thousand stars.
Head thrown back, he held himself still above her and she felt the pulse of him deep inside her as he found his own release.