He also had to remind himself that she was approaching her six month of pregnancy.
"Wait." His voice was harsh, his hands unsteady. "Just give me a minute." He had to step back and regulate his breathing.
"You started it and I don't want to wait." A fire was burning in the large hearth of the very cozy cream and gold bedroom they had been assigned to. It was a private suite complete with a large sitting room, another bedroom, a balcony overlooking the beach and a bathroom with a claw footed bath.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Sighing in exasperation, she shimmied out of the panties and started to unhook the bra.
"Strip." She ordered.
He stood still, staring at her. She had put on some weight, in her breasts and her thighs, but not much. Her belly was a gentle swell that had his heart turning over.
The light from the fire highlighted her shape and made him want to devour.
"I'm waiting."
Her voice stirred him into action. Pulling the sweater over his head, he dropped it where he stood and hurriedly took off his jeans.
Stepping over to her, he brushed his fingers over her smooth cheeks and tried to give himself time to settle. "I cannot stop wanting you." He admitted thickly. "I'm beginning to realize I never will." He trailed his fingers down her cheek and then her neck.
She arched towards him, clamping her hands tight around his neck, she smiled alluringly at the shock on his face when she boosted herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You're talking too much." She attacked his neck, nibbling until he was sure the blood had drained entirely from his head, leaving him feeling dizzy.
His fingers dug into her back and then her firm buttocks as he fought for balance.
"The bed." He gasped when she bit into his neck and started to pull the flesh between his teeth.
She muttered something he could not identify as he stumbled towards the bed. He was feeling for it like a blind man, unsure of direction.
When he felt the soft quilt, he whimpered in relief and tumbled her on top of it, dropping down and easing to the side so that she would not take his full weight.
He briefly thought about seducing her, using finesse, but that thought disappeared when she immediately climbed on top of him.
"It has to be now." She told him. She had become the aggressor and he did not mind. His only response was a grunt, when she lifted her hips so that she could straddle him and words and reasoning left him completely.
His body was on fire, his heart thudding like a jackhammer. He reached for her blindly, cupping her breasts, thumbs moving over the sensitive nipples until she was the one whimpering. Rearing up, he foraged for a nipple and started suckling.
The climax was swift and brutal. She cried out his name, fingers digging into his shoulders, his back, as if seeking purchase. Her body arched, the exquisite pleasure making her dizzy and disoriented.
"More." Lifting his head, he reached between them to toy with the sensitive flesh, sending shocked pleasure slamming through her body.
"I can't." She gasped, eyes wide and blurred.
"Take more." He was brutal in his determination to wring everything from her.
She came again and had to lean into him, teeth biting into his left shoulder as her body jerked and spasmed.
The bite was painful, spurring on a pleasure that had his body plunging into hers forcefully.
With a feral snarl, he shifted so that she was under him.
"Hold on." He warned thickly. Gripping her hips, he drove into her eyes holding hers. Dipping his head, he seized her lips in a kiss that had her melting.
She came again, surprise widening her eyes and had her clinging to him as her body exploded.
He joined her, his body shuddering, the climax ripping through him like claws. He poured himself into her, fingers digging into her hips as he plummeted and kept on driving until he was completely empty.
