He tore himself away from the feast she had offered, still ravenous with desire, and looked down at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed, her breasts arched upward, silently begging for more. Her nipple was dark and wet and shiny from his kisses, and his mouth was left wanting, with the taste of her sweet flesh lingering like ambrosia on his lips.
Christ, she was lovely.
When he was wholly divested, she opened her eyes and gasped audibly as her eyes fastened upon his very erect shaft. For an instant, he thought she would cry out in fear. Her lips parted, but no sound came from them.
He arched a brow at her. “The wee lad would like some attention,” he told her.
Wee ladwas hardly the correct description.
It was Elizabet’s turn to lift her brows.
Smiling shyly up at him, she reached down to grasp the hem of her gown. And taking a deep breath, she lifted it up over her head. She didn’t have to ask for his help. The gown was whisked away and tossed aside faster than she had time to part her lips.
“Christ you are lovely, woman!”
So was he, but she couldn’t speak to say so. The heat of his gaze left her disarmed. His blue eyes smoldered with desire, sweeping the length of her body from her eyes to her limbs, lingering lustfully upon her breast and lower...
Her breath caught, and her throat felt suddenly too thick to speak. Her nipples hardened, and her body trembled. Without another word, he reached out to touch a finger to that intimate place between her thighs.
She nearly cried out with the shocking heat of his fingertip. He bent to take her mouth, then, and slid his tongue between her lips. At the same time, he slipped a scalding finger between those lips down below. Thesensation of it left her dizzy. He kissed her passionately... touching her gently... pressing deeper with each stroke.
“My God!” she cried breathlessly.
Her heart leapt higher with every caress.
He pulled her closer then and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue within and ravaging her mouth with an intensity that left her weak.
“Give me your tongue,” he demanded. “Taste me.”
She did as he asked, her eyes closing in pleasure.
Broc held himself in his hand, caressing her with the tip of his shaft, reveling in the wetness she showered upon him. In that instant, as he stroked himself between her moist, sweet lips, he craved the tightness of her body beyond madness. It was all he could do not to push himself inside her. But he’d encountered her maidenhead, and he wanted her first time to be pleasurable.
He wanted her wet... and wanting... wanted to lay her back upon the pallet and drink the nectar of her body.
She was limp in his arms, offering herself without reservation, gifting him with the most glorious prize ever bestowed upon man.
Groaning with desire, he laid her down upon the pallet, kissing her lips until they were as wet and swollen as her flower.
She didn’t protest, and his hands found her breasts of their own accord. She arched into them, and his body shuddered in response. Christ, it was not easy to restrain himself. It had been far too long.
He nibbled her breasts, then, seeking her sweet dew, lapped downward along the gentle curve of her belly, his heart hammering with anticipation.
His body shattered at the first taste of her, his heart constricting painfully as she spread her legs and arched her body, offering him a magnificent banquet.
The taste of her was like nothing he’d ever imagined, the scent of her like sweet pollen. He tasted herfeverishly, suckling the bud of her desire, tugging it gently into his mouth as he had with her nipples. She cried out, lifting her legs over his shoulders, and he swore to God he would die where he lay.
“You... taste...” He forced himself away from her sweet bounty, replacing his lips with his fingers, while he nibbled and kissed his way back to her mouth. “... so good,” he finished, offering her his tongue.
His body shuddered violently as she took him into her mouth.
It was the most wicked invitation, but Elizabet was too oblivious with desire to protest his offer. She suckled his tongue, tasting herself on his lips... his mouth... while his fingers danced the most erotic dance she had ever known.
Every nerve in her body felt alive to his touch, every breath she took a shuddering breath, every tremor she felt a quiver of ecstasy.
She was helpless beneath the onslaught of sensation. Even if she’d known what to do in return, she wouldn’t have had the sense to do it, so oblivious was she.
“Spread your legs for me, love...”
