Her nipples pebbled into hardened nubs and when his palms brushed over them, a spark lit inside and flowed downward to her womanly core.
Her body fell under the pure sensuality of the feelings. The moonlight pouring through the window added to the heavenly experience. His magical touch swept her away into another world. She finally understood why men and women risked ruination.
His hands tangled in her hair as his mouth found hers, and her sanity fled. His feathery kisses were a tantalizing caress on the underside of her throat before moving upward over her jaw to her cheekbone. But it was when those lips trailed down her neck and latched firmly onto a turgid nipple that a moan escaped her lips, and she squirmed restlessly beneath him. He moved across to the other nipple and she was enraptured… held spellbound by the pull deep within her. Farah dragged in a shuddering breath as melting heat consumed her. She sank her hands into his hair and anchored his mouth to her breast.
“Easy, my pixie.” He shook free of her grip and trailed his mouth lower. She burned where his lips caressed her skin, but it was too much when those lips nuzzled her nest of curls at the vee of her thighs.
She tried to hold her thighs together, but it took only one large hand to push them apart. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing. He would show her a new world tonight, and she couldn’t wait.
“It’s intoxicating knowing I’m the first man to touch you here,” he whispered, covering her mound. He cooed her name repeatedly as he slowly parted her thighs wider. She gripped the sheets in her hands and moaned into the still night air as he rested his hand between her parted thighs.
“Don’t be scared, my brave pixie.”
“I’d never be frightened of you. You’d never hurt me.” She prayed that was true. Falling in love with him could hurt her deeply and each time he intimately touched her, her heart cracked open more. Giving herself to him for pleasure was a terrible idea, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop.
Before she could gather a breath, his hand ran up the inside of her calf and further up her thigh. She bit back a cry of anticipation. Then his finger caressed her wet, pulsating flesh, gently stroking her secret place.
“Oh, dear, God.”
“So responsive. I was right. My timid mouse is full of passion.” He kissed her lips as he slowly penetrated her with two fingers. Then he took her mouth once more.
She shifted restlessly as he continued to kiss her, his tongue in her mouth and his fingers deep within her. Eyes closed, she kissed him back encouragingly, her whole body beginning to undulate.
With his gently thrusting caress between her legs, in and out, her hips lifted to meet the exquisite torture. She let herself fly free, demanding an ever-faster rhythm.
He lowered his head and began licking her nipple in delicate circles as his clever, coaxing fingers worked a slow, sensuous magic. Wantonness enveloped her, and she suddenly understood why women could be so easily seduced. But the thought of letting any other man do this to her turned her cold.
She spread her legs wider for him, arching helplessly against the slick, expert touch. He took her breast and suckled her. Only Rockwell could make her feel this way. No other man—ever.
She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging deep as his thumb joined his fingers, pressing against her mound as his fingers entered her again and again. She was wholly under his control. Mindless passion owned her. Every muscle was tight, poised for the splendid release that she could feel was just a stroke away. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back on the pillow, her center totally focused on a bright light beckoning her.
She could feel him watching, but she didn’t care. She wanted to fly…
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She moaned his name as her head thrashed on the pillow. She would never forget this moment. Never forgethim.
She bucked and gripped the sheets, gasping in a strangled cry, as explosions of shattering pleasure burst in a series of stars behind her eyes and pulses radiating from her feminine core. Tingles raced through her limbs, rushing along her nerve endings, flooding her body with a sensation that went on and on. She closed her eyes as aftershocks of pleasure hit her.
He lay beside her, stroking down her body. “That, my pixie, is pleasure.”
She could hardly get her breath. She swallowed hard, thinking she could happily spend the rest of her life in bed—if it were with him.
“Is it always like that?” she asked in wonder.
“Like what?”
“I think it’s like touching heaven.”
He smiled against her cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. But making love is better than that.”
She felt his erection pulsing against her hip and realized he hadn’t—found his release. She turned to face him and ran her finger down over his chest to his groin.
“I’m not really sure what to do,” she said, but her small hand wrapped around his cock and he shuddered. He shouldn’t want her so, but denying his attraction was difficult given she had his erection in her hand.
He took her hand and wrapped it firmly around him, showing her just how tight she could grip him before moving them both slowly up and down his shaft. She watched, and she saw the heat flame in his eyes. His hand guided hers in urgent insistence. He grew rigid and his hot, silky flesh pulsed as he thrust in time to their hands, his muscled body rippling and straining.
He closed his eyes on a groan and his hand fell away, leaving her completely to see to his pleasure. Her power over him was exhilarating. He was under her command and she loved it.
