“Need?”
She reached down, and her fingers trailed across his manhood. “You’re so—” She caught herself.
A devilish smile curled about his mouth. “I’m so—”
She couldn’t help a sheepish laugh. “Big.”
She squeezed, and his smile transformed into utter, serious intention. She positioned him at the opening of her sex, and he grabbed her waist. He entered her with one long, slick thrust, her tightness giving way to his hardness. Her hands on his shoulders, she collapsed into him as he steadied her.
“Am I too much?” he asked, his concern unmistakable.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He tensed below her.
“And no.” She angled back to meet his eye. “It’s—you’re—sublime.”
He began to move, slowly, testingly. Oh, the feel of him…slick and hot, he slid in and out of her, her hips finding his rhythm, a force beginning to build inside her, a force unlike any she’d ever experienced. An urgency to have more of him began to overtake her. Eyes drifting shut, she became enslaved to sensation, unwilling, unable, to form an impression beyond the feel of this man inside her.
“Hortense,” he said, her name a ragged exhalation.
Her eyes fluttered open.
“I’m too close.”
His words confused her. “Too close to what?”
“Release, my love.”
Swiftly efficient, he withdrew—provoking a cry of protest from her—gathered her into his arms, and stood, water sloshing and splashing on marble tile in forgotten drops as he carried her into his bedroom and lay her on his bed. As he stood above, she couldn’t but marvel at the male beauty of him, as if he’d been chiseled from marble by Michelangelo himself. Except none of those statues depicted a cock like his, hard and rigid and full to bursting. A demigod, indeed. And the way he gazed upon her, with raw lust, sent shivers skittering across her skin.
She sat up and grabbed his hand. “Have I told you how much I like your hands?”
His gaze burned down at her.
“They’re so big, and the fingers are so long and masculine.” Driven by instinct, she took one, then two, fingers inside her mouth and sucked, her tongue moving in lazy circles tasting the salt of his skin.
“Hortense,” he uttered, her name a plea.
She slid his fingers from her mouth and began guiding his hand down her body, slowly, deliberately, until he reached her mons pubis. “I wonder what they would feel like—”
His thumb grazed the nub of her sex, and she gasped. A knowing smile tipped at his mouth. “Inside you?”
He took over, which was just as well as she collapsed back on her elbows, watching him as one, then two, fingers slipped inside her. Her knees had no choice but to spread—one foot finding his chest, the other digging into the bed—as those masculine fingers slid in and out, expertly delivering pleasure with each stroke, his gaze concentrated upon intimate parts of her no one—not even herself—had ever seen.
“You’re as beautiful as I imagined.”
He’d been imagining her…like this?
She couldn’t think upon that now, but she knew she would later. Now, she had only this moment, the feel of him stroking her, his rhythm assured, deliberate. The tension in her sex again building, she reached over her head, pulling pillows, sheets, whatever she could grab hold of, as she arched into his hand, her hips tilting to receive more of him, long moans turning into frenzied gasps. Her eyes slitted open to find that wicked smile curving his mouth. “I need,” she began and couldn’t finish, the idea of this need floating just out of reach.
“This?” His thumb again pressed on the nub of her sex—his fingers working their magic on her cunny—and that was all it took for her body to burst into an explosion of sensation, stars behind her eyes, filling her with light and air, as if the universe pulsed inside her, shooting fluttery comets through her veins.
Eyes closed, lost to the world, a kiss on the instep of her right foot coaxed her back. Next came a kiss to her inner thigh…her navel…her left nipple…the indent at the base of her throat…her ear…his every breath sending sparks of desire shimmering through her.
“Open your eyes,” came his whisper. She found a question in his gaze. In answer, she wrapped her legs around his back and tilted her hips up, taking him in inch by sublime inch. Just when she thought he filled her, he had yet more inches to give.
He began moving in a rhythm that she met stroke for stroke. Though she’d only just found release, a wildness began to overtake her, a hunger for more making her greedy. The same relentlessness reflected at her in his eyes. He reached under her, grabbing her bottom, angling her hips so she could receive more of him.
