“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was a tortured rasp.
“You won’t. No one has ever touched me with more gentleness and care than you.”
He shook his head. “That was as a doctor. As a man, my passion is raw, primitive, all-consuming.”
Her eyes flared as her lips parted. “Is that supposed to deter me? Because it’s having the opposite effect.”
The blatant arousal in her gaze had him growling. The beast in him strained its fragile tether. “I want you rather violently, Esther.”
Her arms extended towards him, inviting him to join her. It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He slid into the bed, his body settling gently on top of hers. But Esther would allow no hesitation. Her hands skated down his back, pushed down on his backside, bringing their pelvises together with exquisite heat. Unable to stop himself, he rubbed his aching cock in the ample moisture of her cleft. Hooking a hand behind her knees,he opened her legs farther and was rewarded by her moan of pleasure.
“Take me, Kai. Hold nothing back. I’m not a fragile flower. I’m a woman. A woman who hasn’t felt like one in a very long time. Until now. Until you. Please make me feel.”
With a guttural groan that seemed to emanate from his heart, he notched his cock at her entrance and slid in. Inch by wonderful inch, he sank his aching rod into her. Her slick flesh received him eagerly, enveloping him like a well-fitted glove, surrounding him in heat and mind-numbing pleasure.
Then he moved. Slowly at first. Deep, measured strokes designed to allow her flesh to mold to his. But soon passion took over, demanding urgency. Craving completion.
He took her mouth, intent on claiming all of hers at once. He wanted to drown in her. They were as close as two human beings could be, joined in the most intimate of ways, his flesh within her flesh, their mouths fusing, sliding, tongues dueling and then caressing. And it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to meld their bodies, become one.
Her hands at his arse pressed him tighter, urged him deeper, before they slid up his back again, and pulled him closer. He had been holding the weight of his body on his elbows, but at her urging, he couldn’t resist. He lowered his chest to lie fully on top of her, her soft breasts the perfect cushion to his hardness. His arms circled her torso, snaking between her back and the mattress, holding her to him with a force just short of bruising, while his hips pistoned a constant, punishing rhythm into her body. But she didn’t retreat. Didn’t ask for mercy. Her cries in between kisses were of more, yes, and the best of all, his name, which she said like an incantation.
When one of his hands lowered, slid under her bottom, and raised her, changing the angle of his penetration, her mouth tore from his in a surprised gasp, then a low, keening soundemanated from her, her hands at his backside digging into his flesh. He captured her gaze, letting her see the storm, inviting her to get swept away with it.
And she did.
“Kai,” she panted. “I think I’m going… it’s coming, I’m coming. It’s too strong…”
“Yes! Shatter in my arms, Esther. I’ll catch you. I’ll hold you…”
The powerful contractions of her pussy around his cock made his eyes roll back with pleasure, almost squeezed his seed out of him. He held back by sheer force of will, every muscle in his body tensed against the climax that was crashing upon him like a tsunami. Only after the last of her contractions faded, and she went limp with satisfaction beneath him, did he rip himself from the heaven of her body to spill against her stomach. The spasms of his cock made his entire frame shake as he muffled his groans of release against her neck.
He forced his arms to relax from the bruising grip he had on her. Not that she was complaining. She was calmly stroking his back, carefully avoiding his wound, looking at him with the soft expression of a woman well-pleasured. And yet he had been too forceful.
“Are you all right?” he rasped.
Her smile was soft, dreamy. “Never better.” She brushed his hair off his forehead. “You look deliciously rumpled.”
He chuckled. “I feel rumpled. Like I’ve been tossed about by a storm.”
“I know what you mean, but it was a storm of our own making.”
He gave her one last, lingering kiss before he turned and jumped out of bed. Walking to the bath, he retrieved the washing cloth and, after dipping it into the still warm water, came back to the bed to clean her belly.
She lay passive under his ministrations, observing him as if pondering something before saying. “That was very considerate of you, but you needn’t have bothered…leaving.”
His mind was still sluggish, for he frowned in incomprehension as he quickly washed himself before returning to the bed.
“Withdrawing. Before spilling. I know why you did it. To protect me from pregnancy. But there’s no need. I’m too old to conceive.”
He stared at her for two seconds. “I don’t know your age, but you don’t appear old enough for that.”
“I’m two and forty,” she insisted.
He slid into the bed, drew the covers over their bodies, and hooking an arm around her waist, pulled her against him. She turned on her side to face him.
“Some women can still bear children well into their fourth decade,” he explained calmly.
“Well, I’m not one of them. I’m past my childbearing years.”
