“All the ladies must.”
She smoothed her hands across his wide shoulders, muscles tensed as they held him above her. They weren’t the thick muscles of some men, but lean and sinewy as they tapered into strong arms. Then her fingertips were trailing down his fuzzed chest…down his stomach composed entirely of ridged muscles. The feel of his skin, smooth and warm. The feel of the muscle beneath, steel and unyielding. For all this man was glib charm, in this moment he was all solid man.
Her hands ventured farther. To his taut arse. She gave it a squeeze. Humor flickered in his eyes.
“You can touch me,” he rasped, serious, imploring.
She knew themeof which he spoke. His manhood, hard and thick and waiting…for her.
The heat that pulsed through her wasn’t from a blush, but from a desire to do exactly as he implored.
Touch him, as he’d touched her.
Fingertips that trembled traced down his hard, velvet length, and she nearly gasped at the craving that sparkedwithin her. A groan sounded at the back of his throat, only emboldening her. Her hand wrapped around him, and the breath caught in his chest. To have this man so completely in her thrall… Seductive, feminine power slid through her.
His fingers reached down and grazed along her slit. She, too, was in his power. This abandon to each other was unexpected, and she wanted more of it. To give over completely to whatever it was that bound them.
But, oh, how hard and full he was in her hand.
How wet she was for him. “I need you inside me,” she uttered. Now it was her turn to implore.
On primal instinct, her legs widened, and he moved between. His gaze met and held hers, the tip of his manhood pressed against her sex. Her hips angled up, straining for what he withheld. On a slow, deliberate stroke, he began entering her, stretching her as he filled her.
He suddenly stopped, alarm in his eyes. “You’re a virgin.”
“And?”
“And I’ve never been with a virgin.”
“Then it’ll be your first time, too.”
He stared down at her, doubts unshaken.
So, she took his face in her hands and drew him down so his lips touched hers, the act intimate—almost as intimate as the other act they were poised upon. “I need to be filled by you,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Valentina,” he rasped, his arse tightening as he pushed through her maidenhead.
She gasped at the spike of pain.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, concern clouding the clear blue of his eyes.
She shook her head. “I feel like…” Oh, how to say what she felt… “It feels like everything all at once.”
And yet she wanted more.
His hips began to move, one slow, testing stroke after another, allowing her to adjust to the feel of him. She’d never felt so…full. A bead of sweat dripped down his chin onto her chest as she sought more of this pleasure mixed with pain, and he delivered.
A feeling—the feeling from minutes ago—again began to climb inside her. It tensed and coiled and left her no option but to center her entire being toward the satisfaction of it. This feeling, it placed demands on her, and oh, how she wanted to satisfy it.
Her arms tightened around him, and she groaned her frustration—herneed—into his neck.
He angled his head so he met her eye. “Valentina, you can trust me. I’ll get you there.”
His mouth began trailing along the column of her neck, tightening her nipples, making her wild beneath him. And still he thrust into her, an unrelenting drive that filled her and sent waves of lust licking through her, even as more was promised…
Feeling burst inside her, lightning streaking through her sex as it pulsed around his hard manhood. His gaze went interior as his own climb toward release overtook him, and he withdrew from her, rolling to the side and spilling his seed outside her.
He collapsed back, joining her in this state that felt as if her body was floating in a cloud of ether. How could such a deeply physical act be so completely beyond the bounds of the corporeal at the same time?
