But he stopped her. In three quick moves, he shrugged from his banyan, pushed down his breeches and stepped from his slippers.
And had her gaping at his assets. He was, to be sure, very hard. And in the candlelight, oh so very long.
“I won’t hurt you.”
The promise of a groom to his virginal bride.
“I want to treasure you.”
The words of a man to his lover.
She made a small cry of delight and rushed to his arms. Her skin on his, she reveled in what was to come. This man was the culmination of her dreams. And she would prove to him her joy in all he did for her and she for him.
She broke away and smiled at him. “No more talk. Just come.”
She took him by his wrist and led him to the turned-down covers of her bed. She sat and pushed back. This, she knew, gave him full view of her naked body. Never had she struck this pose for any man, but for this one she would do anything to lure him. The praise in his eyes was more eloquent than any mere words he might have uttered.
But she had her own feast marveling at the masculinity before her. No man compared. In body or spirit. That, she had perceived but never proven. Now. Now, she had.
She stretched out her arm and wiggled her fingers at him. “Make love to me, Theo. Show me how it’s truly done, will you? I’ve hungered to learn all these years.”
One knee to the mattress, he came to her like a sleek animal in heat. Slowly, stalking her up on his arms, he bent to kiss her lips, the points of her shoulders, the very tips of her nipples and then he slid between her thighs and opened her wide. The cool night air touched her and this new sensation of being vulnerable and yet oh so ravenous for him, made her moan and dig her fists into the mattress.
He bent, a low sound of need in his throat. With a long swath of his tongue, he tasted her and murmured of her sweetness.
Shocked at this new sensation, she whimpered-and begged for more.
He spread her with two fingers and licked some spot inside her that made her buck.
He sucked that same spot into his mouth and she groaned. Shameless, she arched up into his mouth. He laved her delicate flesh, made her wild, then he pinched that same spot so that she thrashed upon the pillows. What fine torture. What sweet heaven.
His fingers slid inside her and she heard the luscious sounds of her craven joy in him.
And then he paused, hooked his hands under her knees and hauled her down the bed so that his marvelous long cock slid all the way inside her.
And she shook with a blinding pulse of mad delight. How long she quivered and cried for him, how long she pounded with some fierce magic, she did not know.
She understood only that he waited as she convulsed, inside her deep and hard and hot. And as she fell to earth, he swayed forward inside her and then again, increasing his rhythm, taking her with him. The heat built like a firestorm. The need, the urge to explode into a thousand pieces surged through her. He was hers, as no man had ever shown he was.
And she was his, totally, as she’d never wanted to belong to any other.
* * *
He took her with him, pulled up the counterpane and covers and curled her into his embrace. Winding his fingers in her long heavy hair, he inhaled the mingled fragrances of her jasmine and their musk. She clung to him, her breasts flat to his torso, her legs tangled in his, her core pressed to his own as if she did not wish to be apart from him.Dear god.Nor did he. He yearned for the stamina of ten men. More! To stay inside her and show her how he loved her for that would be the way to live and to die.
She nuzzled her face into his chest and kissed the hollow of his throat. “I’d crawl inside you if I could.”
He gave a little laugh. “I’d have you with me all the time.”
“Mmm.” He could feel her smiling against his skin.
He pushed back and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “I was not too bold for you?”
Her eyelids fluttered. “I encourage you to be bold from now on.”
He stroked hair from her cheek. “I take that as license to make love to you again.”
She grinned. “Tomorrow. The next day. Whenever!”
