He kissed her, pressing her back into the velvet, and Lucy bit back a triumphant smile as he lowered himself on top of her again. His hands roved her body, stroking and squeezing as if he was trying to memorize the shape of her, and she shifted restlessly as he slid his hand back under her skirts.
Yes!
When his fingers slipped between her legs, she closed her eyes in scandalized delight. Her skin was hot, aching for his touch. His tongue delved into her mouth while his wicked fingers slid between her folds, teasing the entrance to her body, and she arched up into his touch, desperate for more.
“Mine,” he breathed again.
He pressed a fevered kiss to the hollow at the base of her throat just as his finger slipped inside her, and she let out a soft groan of shock, of pleasure. Every muscle in her body seemed taut, quivering.
“You like that?” He swirled his finger in a devilish figure of eight pattern that made stars twinkle behind her closed eyelids.
“Yes!” she managed to gasp. “More.”
His low chuckle made her clench around him. “Beautiful girl.”
Her entire body was throbbing, poised on the edge of some momentous abyss, and she groaned in protest as he suddenly withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes to find him unbuttoning his falls, then his weight was back on top of her and she felt him position himself between her legs. The hot flesh of his cock pressed against her, and she wriggled in nervous excitement. Of all the adventures she’d ever been on, this, surely, was going to be the most life-changing.
He straightened his arms on either side of her, raising the top half of his body from hers to relieve her of some of his weight, and held her gaze, refusing to let her look away as he rolled his hips and slowly, slowly, pressed into her.
Lucy caught her breath at the intensity of it all. She felt a stretch, an aching sting, and she bit her lip, a little uncomfortable.
“Relax,” he breathed shakily. “Let me in. Please, Lucia.”
He drew back and she shuddered, feeling her own wetness between them, and when he pressed forward again, she lifted her hips, hot and desperate to feel his body fully joined with hers.
“Slowly,” he chided. “It’s all right. You’ll get used to me. You just need to—”
He slid deeper, still holding her gaze, and she absorbed the new feeling of fullness with a dizzy sense of amazement.
She’d never been this close to another person,ever, and the way he was staring at her, as if she were some sort of goddess, caused a strange, heavy ache in her chest.
“God, do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Of you. Of beinginsideyou, Lucia. I—”
He couldn’t seem to finish the thought. He rocked his hips, just a fraction, and a shimmer of sensation raced through her, the possibility of pleasure.
He slid his hand down her thigh. “Lift your knee. Wrap your legs around me.”
Lucy did as he commanded, and gasped as the new angle slid him deeper still.
How had she lived so long without experiencing something so incredible?
He let out a long, shuddering breath. “You—I can’t—” His cheeks were flushed, his breathing choppy. “Next time, we’ll take hours, I swear. I’ll strip you naked and worship you. But right now, Ihaveto move. Please, God, or I’ll die.”
She almost smiled at his desperation, but his mouth found hers and his palm cupped the nape of her neck and this time, when he pumped his hips, he nudged a spot somewhere deep inside her that made her shiver in delight.
Lucy closed her eyes and abandoned herself to sensation, tohim. Every slide of his body created a wicked friction inside that sent her higher, closer to the edge.
His movements became faster, more frantic, and she held her breath, loving his urgency, reaching for that promise that seemed just out of reach.
Jumbled words fell from his mouth, incoherent murmurs and pleas that matched her own.
Yes.
Please.
More.
Perfect, so perfect.
