Through the thin blanket and sheets between us, I felt the hard ridge of his erection grind against me. I gasped, undulating against him once again. I wanted to feel more.
I cried out as he reared up and flipped us over on the bed, coming down on his knees between my spread thighs. The blankets were tangled around our legs, holding me prisoner beneath him, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to escape him.
I realized he wore nothing beneath the blankets but a pair of silky athletic shorts. The material slid against my inner thighs, making my skin tingle. My palms were still on Rhys’ chest and trapped between our bodies.
He looked down at me, his blue eyes glittering in the moonlight. Slowly, he lowered his head and took my mouth with his. I tugged my arms free of his weight and arched beneath him, pressing my breasts against his chest. The heat of his skin burned through the silk of my nightgown. I could feel the cool metal and stone of his amulet where it rested against my breastbone.
Wrapping my arms around him, I gave myself over to the kiss, my tongue dancing with his and my legs circling his hips to bring him closer. Rhys groaned into my mouth, giving me more of his weight.
I felt his hard length at the juncture of my thighs and moved restlessly beneath him. I wanted skin-to-skin contact, to feel his naked body against mine. Instead of telling him what I wanted, I unwound my arms from around his shoulders and tugged the straps of my nightgown down over my arms. The condom wrapper scraped my skin as I slid down the top of the garment. I pulled it loose from the fabric and set it on the pillow next to my head.
Rhys lifted his mouth from mine, raising his upper body so he could see me. Resting his weight on one arm, he traced a finger over my collarbone and down to my bared breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes taking in my partially clothed body.
My nipples beaded as he drew light circles around each one with his fingertip. Then his mouth closed over the sensitive tip, enveloping my nipple in wet heat. I couldn’t breathe as the sensation overwhelmed me. After so many years without a man’s touch, the contact was intense.
When his tongue flicked my nipple, my back arched and I cried out. My body melted into the bed when his mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. He levered his weight off me, lifting his hips so he could push the nightgown down my body. I took advantage of his position and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts. Within seconds, he was naked and all I wore were a pair of pink lace panties.
He brought his weight back down on top of me and our mouths met again in a kiss full of desperation and uncontrolled desire. I was ready for him. Ready for everything he offered me.
Lifting my hips, I pulled the lace panties down, pushing them to my knees and struggling to free my legs. Rhys reached down and yanked them off, leaving me bare. His hand traveled back up my leg until he reached my center. I spread my thighs wider as first one finger then another slid inside of me. His touch was incredible after the years of loneliness and emptiness.
I felt the release already building inside me, the ache between my legs turning into a burn.
“Rhys, I need you,” I whispered. I felt the tip of his cock brush my center and lifted a hand to his chest. “Wait, wait, we need a condom.”
I reached up and found the packet, tearing it open. When I tried to hand the condom to him, he looked at me in confusion. “What is that?” he asked.
I realized then just how long it had been since he’d been with anyone. He didn’t understand about contraception. “It’s a condom. It prevents pregnancy and the spread of diseases,” I answered.
“Will it hurt?”
“No, it won’t hurt,” I explained. “It’s what we call a contraceptive. I’m not on the pill that prevents pregnancy and I’m not ready to be a mom just yet, so we won’t be able to make love without it.”
He stared into my eyes and nodded. “Okay, show me how to use it.”
With shaking hands, I reached between us and placed the condom at the head of his erection. He let out a harsh breath as I rolled it down his length, his eyes watching every motion of my hands.
When I was done, I wrapped my fingers around him, guiding him inside me. His eyes met mine and one of his hands slid beneath me to cup the back of my neck. I sucked in a deep breath as he slipped inside me a little at a time. His other hand rested on my hip, pinning me to the bed as I trembled against him.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No,” I answered, trying to breathe through the pressure. After seven years, my body struggled to accept him inside me. “Just…go slowly please.”
He nodded, leaning down to brush his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. As he kissed me, he withdrew slightly and pushed forward again. He moved an inch at a time until finally he was seated deep inside my body.
I was nearly wild with need by the time he fully entered me, desperate for him to move, to set a rhythm that would take me over the edge where I was poised. I kissed him fiercely then, nipping his bottom lip.
He made a sound low in his throat and his body grew taut. “Savannah,” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ready,” I insisted, lifting my hips toward his, using my body to urge him on.
He withdrew from me and thrust forward slowly. With each movement, my body followed his, seeking a deeper contact. Craving it with every fiber of my being.
My hands clutched at his back and buttocks, pulling him toward me each time he slid outward. “Faster. Please,” I gasped, my muscles twitching with the orgasm that swelled within me. I needed more to carry me to the pinnacle.
Finally, he gave me what I needed. My thighs tightened around his hips and I rocked against him, a long moan slipping from my throat.
