“Kitty,” he groaned. “I must move.”
“Then move, Max. Although I may not be able to survive such exquisite sensations…” Her chin lifted, but this time in response to physical passion as her neck arched backward forcing her head into the pillow.
He withdrew and thrust once more, trying to be careful and not bring any more pain. Obeying an instinct, he let his fingers find her and tease that little bud, slicking moisture around and over it, gently urging her to the edge.
But moments after he touched her, her legs slid over his thighs and locked around his back—he was lost. Already so close, it took only a few more thrusts and he was there, exploding inside her, groaning aloud as he lost himself, body and soul, in Kitty Ridlington.
To his amazement, this woman, this ex-virgin and neophyte submissive, answered his climax with one of her own, muscles rigid, face contorted, and finally releasing a sharp cry as the spasms shattered her and through her to Max. He held her, his cock still hard enough to feel every twitch and clutching ripple of her body as she rode out the pinnacle of her orgasm.
As it faded, and she slowly relaxed around him, Max watched her face, seeing the tension dissolve and a warm lassitude descend over her. Limp, sated and with a weak smile, she lifted a hand to cradle his cheek. For a long moment, she said nothing, just devoured his face with her eyes.
“Thank you, Max. Thank you for teaching me so much,” she whispered with a smile.
At that moment, a realization dawned for Max Seton-Mowbray, eligible bachelor, leading light of Society, and aloof, dignified gentleman.
He had finally found the right woman.
