Lucas’s mouth found a place on her neck, just below her ear, and he licked, his tongue a velvety glide against her, sending shivers purling up her spine. Down his kisses trailed until his capable mouth found one breast and his hand the other. He licked, sucked, squeezed, nipped at the cherry-hard nubs, driving her mindless with pleasure and need. Her hand trailed down his body until it reached that which she sought… his thick, hard manhood. She took his heavy length in hand, giving him a testing squeeze and stroke. Her mouth found his ear. “I need this.”
Large, capable hands squeezed her bottom and lifted enough that he pressed against the entrance of her sex. She held above him, poised to take him inside, anticipation running riot through her, filling her every secret place. Then, her eyes locked onto his, their blue gone dark and cloudy with desire, and she took him in inch by sublime inch, his thickness stretching her, filling her, discomfort balanced by exquisite pleasure.
“Oh, Lucas,” poured from her in a long animal moan as he clutched and began to move her on him, slowly, with intention, every movement delivering a fresh wave of pleasure.
His mouth met the whorl of her ear. “Am I too much for you?”
She shook her head and clutched him closer, her body so small against his larger one, but so perfectly fitted, too. Sweat beading down the side of his face, between the cleft of her breasts, primal recognition flowed between them. This coupling wasn’t merely of the body. She felt it down to the marrow of her bones, to the core of her soul. Theirs was a joining of the spirit and possibly of another place, too—a place deep in her chest, a place she’d vowed no man would ever touch again.
His hips found a new rhythm, and she could no longer think. All she could do was…feel…him… taking her over completely as his hand reached between their bodies and his thumb found a place—oh—a place along her quim she hadn’t known existed as he used her slickness to graze the nub even as he moved in and out of her.
All she could do was hold on—and possibly whimper and very likely softly scream—as he delivered on his promise of pleasure, tempting forward a feeling… a coiling tension concentrated in her sex—in the very place he rubbed with his thumb, that he penetrated with his manhood—so that she only existed there.
“Nell,” he murmured in her ear. “We’re close, my sweet. Come with me.”
“Where?” she was only able to ask on a quick exhale, her breath coming in gasps.
A low, rumbly chuckle sounded deep in his chest. “You’ll see,” he said on a thrust that should’ve been too hard, but wasn’t. It only made her want another and another and—oh—another. She’d become a being transformed, insatiable for him, as she sought and strained for the place he promised. Then his thumb increased its pressure against her, and his manhood delivered a deliberate thrust and her body teetered on the edge of… of… of… before fragmenting into a million starlit pieces, her quim pulsing its release around him in butterfly flickers, pleasure taking wing through her veins to every nerve ending.
Head arced back, he stroked in and out of her once… twice… before lifting her off him and taking his release in his hand, his gaze fixed upon her in a way that made her breathless all over again. Here it was, the feeling of intimacy. She understood why he spilled his seed outside of her, and felt, strangely, both grateful and deprived.
He reached for the blanket and dried himself before pulling her to him and settling back into the armchair. The side of her face against his chest, she picked up the slowing beat of his heart, a pace that matched hers as her body began slowly piecing itself together again.
“I, um,” she began and stopped. Perhaps it was better not to say.
He lazily stroked her hair. “What is it?”
Oh, his caress felt so good on top of everything else that had just made her feelsogood. Which was likely why she found herself finishing the sentence. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
“Like what?”
“So… sublime.”
It was the truth. But maybe not the full truth.
The full truth involved more than sensation of the body. But sensation that tapped deeper than mere physical surfaces.
Sensation that had no business existing between them.
Or… did it?
“I thought this would be a bit of fun,” she found herself confessing.
“You’re not having fun?”
“It feels like more.”
* * *
And in thatinstant Lucas decided it was time.
He pitched forward and set a startled Nell on her feet. “Let us dress. Our clothes should be dry by now.” Or dry enough. “I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
He shook his head. “Not here.” He stood and jerked his trousers up his legs. With half an assessing eye upon him, she followed his lead. She was wondering about him.
Fair enough.
