When he touched her intimately, finding her slick and hot, they both groaned. He fell into the rhythm he remembered she'd liked, paying attention to her reactions, adjusting his touch when her responses told him to go slower, faster, softer.
"Aubrey," she gasped. "Oh God, Aubrey—"
"I know, love. Let go. I want to watch you come apart."
He increased the pressure, the rhythm, and suddenly she was crying out, her body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through her. He worked her through it, watching her face with wonder as she shattered in his arms.
When she finally went limp, breathing hard, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips.
"That's one," he said with a small smile.
She blinked at him, dazed. "One?"
"I intend to make you come at least twice before I'm inside you." He kissed her again, deeper this time. "I want you ready for me. So ready you're begging for it."
Eleanor flushed as her lips parted. Aubrey bent down to kiss her, and this time, he held nothing back. His arms tightened around her body and his tongue swept in with desperate hunger. He explored every part of her with his mouth and hands, stroking, licking, and squeezing. Then he pushed away from her unexpectedly, positioning himself so he was sitting against the headboard.
“Come here and stand up,” he rasped and pulled her toward him.
Eleanor did as told despite her bewilderment. When he cupped her bottom with his hands and pulled her toward him, she gasped, her hands bracing against the wall. Then she felt his mouth on her heat, hot and wet, hungry and passionate.
She heard a feminine voice moan, cry out, and say, “More… yes, there…”
His mouth was relentless, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue parting her folds and entering her sex, doing the most scandalous things she never could have imagined. And by the time he'd brought her to a second shuddering climax with his mouth and fingers, she was indeed begging—soft, desperate pleas that seemed to fan his ardour.
"Please," she gasped. "Aubrey, please, I need—"
"I know what you need."
He released her and guided her onto her knees. His eyes were black with need, his lips swollen from kissing her. He gripped her hips firmly and positioned her over his stiff rod. Eleanor felt the smooth head of his cock brush againsther thigh. His breath hitched and his eyes fixed where they were to join.
“So damn gorgeous,” he breathed.
He lowered her down slowly, inch by exquisite inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Eleanor gasped at the feel of his cockhead breaching her, so smooth and tight, hot and perfect.
"All right?" he managed.
"Yes." Her voice came out breathless, and a moan followed as she took more of him.
“Jesus, Eleanor… Bloody good…” he groaned.
When she was fully seated, they both went still, simply breathing together.
“Such a tight cunny…” he breathed, his lids heavy with lust.
Eleanor hardly registered the shock she felt at his vulgarity. Instead, she rolled her hips experimentally, and they both groaned.
“Do that again,” he managed with effort.
When she rolled her hips again, a groan left his lips. What followed was a slow, sweet exploration—Eleanor learning how to move above him, Aubrey guiding her with his hands on her hips, rocking her over his cock as they both discovered what brought pleasure.
"I love you," Aubrey said hoarsely as they moved together. "God, Eleanor, I love you so much."
She made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaving no space between them as their rhythm increased.
"I love you too," she gasped. "I love you; I love—"
She muffled her own cry with a kiss, shattering around him as he swallowed her scream. She pulsed around him, and he exploded moments later. He emptied himself inside her with a groan, holding her tight against his chest as they both trembled. They slowed their movements gradually, not wanting to break the contact through aftershocks.
