His hands again found her hips, and he began thrusting with calculated intention. That he would reach climax was a foregone conclusion. But he wanted to bring her over that edge with him.
“You’re so big,” she gasped. “And you feel so good.”
A chuckle rumbled from him. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“As long as it’s with you.”
Her hips swiveled, grinding her quim against him, driving him wild for her, as he thrust deeper.
“You’re almost too much,” she gasped. A little smile hovered at the corner of her mouth. “Almost.”
Beneath hands that nearly spanned her waist, hefelt a tension enter her body—the specific tension that preceded climax. She was so…so…so close… Then on a cry that filled the carriage, she broke, her quim pulsing around him. Her head fallen to his shoulder, her breath ragged and hot against his neck, as he drove inside her, his own release building, ready to collapse on him. Then climax crashed through him, pushing him over the edge into oblivion, lighting sparks of desire, pleasure, and lust into a full conflagration. “Valentina,” he shouted.
The feel of her—her body enervated and draped atop him…her slick warmth holding him tight—this was heaven. It was that simple.
At last, he slowed to a stop, panting into her hair.
Though this had been a romp in a carriage, the moment between them felt more than intimate. It felt…
Significant.
That was the difference between being with Valentina and anyone else.
With her, this act of coupling contained significance.
And perhaps it was that feeling which sent a question falling from his mouth, into her ear. “Did you mean it?” he asked with an utter seriousness that felt new. Why did everything feel new with Valentina?
“Mean what?” she asked as if the response had been dragged from her. She was still floating in the hazy, in-between state of entering her body again. From the sound of it, she was resisting.
Still, he needed to know. “What you said.”
He felt a lazy smile against his neck. “I said a great many things.”
As long as it’s with you.
Those had been her exact words.
And he wanted to know if she’d meant them.
They’d been like an arrow shot—whissing through the air and meeting their end at a point directly in the center of his chest.
But his nerve failed him at the last second. “That part about me being so, ahem…”
“Big?” She giggled.
“Good,” he finished on a chuckle. “Hoyden,” he added.
That would have to do for now.
He wasn’t even sure he had the right to ask about the other words. After tomorrow, he may never see her again, and those were simply the words one spoke while in the throes of passion. They tended to lose their heat once bodies cooled.
Right.
“We never did get those stockings removed,” he said.
She pushed against his chest and straightened, tugging her bodice up so her glorious breasts were lost to view.
He experienced a pang. This was the beginning of her separating from him.
