He hated the hesitance in her voice and could have kicked himself for momentarily forgetting just how innocent she was.
“A very good thing,” he told her tenderly, trying to quell the need to get to his feet and fuck her properly, sinking his cock deep and not stopping until he filled her with his seed. “It means you want me as much as I want you.”
“Oh.” A flush tinged her cheekbones, and she managed to look as proper as any governess just then. “I…yes. I do want you, Torrie.”
She caught her lower lip in her teeth, and he could tell that the revelation was one she hadn’t intended to make.
“Never be embarrassed with me.” He swept his hands over the seam of her thighs, urging them apart. “You couldn’t please me more. Let me show you how much. Let me worship you as you deserve.”
Bess made a tiny huff of sound—part sigh and part moan. But she relaxed for him, legs opening and giving him what he wanted most. Torrie didn’t waste another moment. He was ravenous now. He kissed his way up her silken inner thigh, using his palms to spread her open even more. Pink, glistening perfection awaited him. He sucked the pouting bud, then worried it lightly with his teeth, gratified when her hips jumped off the bed toward him.
She was intoxicating. Her scent, her responsiveness, how soaked she was. It was all making him wild. He pleasured her with his lips and tongue and teeth, intent on making her lose control, learning what pleased her most just as he had promised. She came apart without warning, shuddering against him with a cry that echoed through the chamber. And he stayed where he was as she rode his face, surrendering to pleasure with complete abandon.
When she was limp and breathless, only then did he rise to his feet, tearing at his banyan in his eagerness to remove it. His hands were trembling and the taste of her was on his lips, and he was going to bloody well explode if he didn’t have her beneath him in the next minute.
Strike that—the next fifteen seconds.
Somehow, he was able to rip away his banyan and settle them both on the bed, Bess under him. He stared down at her, taking in the comely flush tingeing her cheeks and throat, the sight of her so lush and naked and ready for him.
And his, all his.
Was this what it was like to be whole again? He felt omnipotent. As if he could heft the entire world in his own hands. He felt as if he had finally found what he’d been searching for since that damned phaeton accident.
He felt as if he might lose his heart to this woman and not regret it for a single moment.
Torrie kissed her then, feeding her the taste of herself on his tongue, and she moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body rising up to meet his. Ah, Christ. He had to rein himself in because he didn’t want to hurt her.
Reluctantly, he ended the kiss, lifting his head to stare down at her again as he leveraged himself on one forearm and gripped his cock in his other hand. “Are you ready for me, Bess?”
Her lips parted, eyes widening as she nodded, her hair a dark, wavy tangle around her lovely face. “Yes.”
No other word had sounded sweeter from her lips.
He guided his cock to her wet heat, slicking himself in her dew before finding her entrance. Calling on all the restraint he possessed, he pressed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust. She gasped softly, her hands finding his shoulders now, nails nipping into his bare skin. Such torture, holding still when all he wanted to do was drive forward.
He dropped a kiss on her throat, nuzzled her ear, his heart pounding ever harder. “I want you desperately.”
“Yes.Oh.” She turned her face toward his, seeking his mouth, and he gave it to her, kissing her deeply, open-mouthed and lusty.
She undulated, hungry hips seeking more. Still kissing her, he allowed himself a thrust, meeting with her body’s natural resistance as she tensed and stiffened. Her cunny was gripping him tightly, so tightly.
Torrie lifted his head. “How does it feel?”
“Different,” she murmured. “Overwhelming. Is it over?”
A chuckle almost escaped him at her query, but he kissed her temple instead, another surge of affection for her washing over him. “It’s hardly over, darling. I’ll show you the rest if you’d like.”
“Please.”
He kissed her cheek, her nose, thrust again. Not as gentle this time. She clenched on him, and he ground his molars.Control, he reminded himself.Control.
“How is this, love?” he asked, his voice a strangled growl as he struggled to contain his raging need.
“I want…” Her words trailed off as she moved under him, hips urging him deeper. “I want more.”
Thank God.
One more pump, and he gave her the rest of his length, sinking into her drenched cunny to the hilt.
