“Christ.” He closed his eyes, clearly struggling for control. “This is no place for your first time making love.”
Feeling bold, she allowed her thighs to fall apart in invitation. “Please.”
His eyes opened, peacock-blue and burning with longing. “Izzy.”
“Zachary.” Why should they wait? They were getting married in less than a week’s time. Their intimacy had already gone well beyond the limitations of acceptability. “Finish what you have begun.”
She was fast winning this argument; she knew it when he caressed her calves and toyed with the garters keeping her stockings in place.
“None of this was my intention in bringing you here,” he said softly.
“I know.”
“You are sure?”
As sure as she had been of anything. “I need you.”
He required no further persuasion. With a low sound of need, he undid the fall of his trousers. Above the almost comical mound of her skirts, she caught a fleeting glimpse of him, long and thick and rigid, of his hand stroking from root to tip. The sight heightened her desire, bringing her to the edge with such ease she would have feared her reaction to him were she not already desperate for more.
He lowered himself over her, bringing their bodies into alignment as he braced his weight on his forearm. Her hands settled on his shoulders, holding him tightly. Holding him close. He rubbed his cock over her folds and buried his face in her neck, stringing a fervent trail of kisses to her ear.
“I promise I will make our wedding night far more memorable, darling,” he murmured against her ear before licking the hollow behind it.
“Nothing could be more memorable than this,” she vowed, clinging to him, the world swirling around her—blues and grays and the brilliant gold of Zachary’s hair. There was the rush of water, the sun dancing on her face.
And then more.
The head of his cock brushed over her highly sensitive pearl, and her hips jerked up to meet him. She inhaled at the sensation, the scent of her on his lips mingling with his citrus and musk and the earthiness of the river and grasses. She rubbed her cheek against his, feeling as a cat in the sunlight must. The paths that had brought them here, literal and figurative, ceased to matter. All that did matter was that they were together, now and in this place.
His cock head slid down her seam, this time stopping at her entrance. He guided himself into her. The invasion was quite unlike what she had anticipated. A stretching sensation, a twinge of discomfort. He was so very large. The miracle of their bodies joining was more than she could comprehend. He held himself still, allowing her body to adjust to the newness.
But she grew impatient, moving beneath him, bringing him deeper.
“Slowly, darling,” he said, kissing his way across her jaw, his voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He moved again, sliding deeper, his thumb grazing over her clitoris, and the sting receded. Instead, there was only him, filling her. Completing her. She rocked against him, seeking. And on a groan, he gave her what she asked for, moving without words, his hips flexing until he was fully lodged within her, hot and thick and hard.
“You’re inside me,” she said, wonder overtaking her.
How strange and beautiful it was to be joined with him in this way.
“Yes,” he said, kissing her deeply, sweetly. “Where I belong.”
Where he belonged.
It certainly felt that way.
He stroked again, his thumb swirling over her pearl until she involuntarily clenched on his cock. “Can you take more, darling?”
More? There was more?
Saints be praised.
“Yes,” she managed. “Give me everything, Zachary. All of yourself.”
He kissed her again, his tongue slipping past her lips, and she tasted herself. Tasted him. Desire and passion and everything she had been chasing with Arthur but had never found. She responded to his lips, sucked her essence from his tongue.
And then, he began doing as she had asked. Giving her everything. All of him.
