Gently sliding out his finger, he shushed her when she grumbled her displeasure. “Patience, darling. I’ve got what you need.”
Grabbingthe base of his aching cock, he angled it toward her waiting entrance. Then he paused, drawing out the moment, building the anticipation for the instant he would finally, once and for all, claim the woman he loved…
* * *
Emily held her breath as Christian pushed slowly, so inexorably slowly inside her.
Had she mentioned he was a ratherlargeman? Girthy. Meaty. Each inch into her tightnesswas a struggle to gain. His jaw was locked down so hard it looked like it could take a hit from a wrecking ball and come out the winner.
“Relax,” he grunted. He’d barely made an inch or two of headway.
She nodded, but relaxing was impossible when he was looming above her like a dark angel. When he was pressing into her inch by thick, glorious,preposterousinch.
She was stretched tight.Pleasure unlike anything she had experience before bordered on pain.
This’ll never work!she thought frantically, her fingers curling around the trailing end of his belt, her nails biting into the leather.
Growling his frustration, he lowered his head and engulfed her nipple in the heat of his mouth. She’d had her chin tipped down, watching the place where they were joined, but that hadher head falling back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut.
He had the most wicked, wanton inferno of a mouth. It sucked. It laved. It nipped until she was squirming against him, trying to take him deeper, to force him farther so that he would fill the aching, hollow place inside her.
“Be still,” he growled around her nipple.
And he thoughtshewas bossy?
“Can’t,” she panted,lifting her legs and pressing her feet into his ass, urging him forward.
Releasing her breast, he cradled her face between his big, callused hands. He looked at her so tenderly. That tenderness was only slightly overshadowed by the frustration that had the muscle ticking beneath his left eye. “You have to relax.”
She shook her head against the pillow. “Can’t do that either. Please, Christian.Please just—”
He shushed her, taking a few shallow strokes, swiveling his hips to help soothe straining muscles. Then he shoved forward in one long, glorious glide. When she felt the hot weight of his testicles press against the curve of her ass, she knew he was seated to the hilt.
She cried out in pleasure, in pain, and he placed a hand over her mouth, holding still inside her, so desperatelylarge, so hopelessly hard. She could feel the pulse of him, the beat of his heart echoing in the steely column of flesh filling her to the brim.
She’d done it. She’d taken him. It was heaven. It was hell. It hurt so good.
Only when he’d assured himself that her loud mouth was under control—she hoped to God the noise from the jet engines had drowned out her shout—did he remove his handand replace it with his lips.
For long minutes, he didn’t move, simply allowed her to get used to having him inside her, to let her clenched muscles relax. He smoothed out every wrinkle, touched places she’d never been touched. And eventually, slowly, all her discomfort was overtaken by need.
The need for movement.
The need for friction.
The need for something to assuage the deep,throbbing tension coiled so tightly inside.
“Oh, Christian,” she breathed against his mouth, arching her hips into him. “I need—”
She didn’t have to say more. He knew what she needed and began to move. It was a subtle retreat that had his hot, hard cock strafing nerves that cried out with joy and then screamed for more, more,more!
As he slowly rocked forward, the tip of him pressingforcefully against the entrance to her womb, he lifted his head and held her gaze. Possession glinted in his eyes. A promise of pleasures yet to come.
“Quiet,” he warned as he set a rhythm. Slow at first. Testing her. Stretching her. Exciting flesh that gripped him with greedy abandon.
There was no air to breathe. She didn’t care. All she cared about was the man above her. The man insideher. She wanted…sheneededto touch him. To hold him. Without a doubt, this was the hottest sex she’d ever had. But it also felt undeniably intimate. Which scared her a little. And excited her a lot.
“Please untie my hands.” The plea was out of her mouth before she realized she’d meant to say it. “I want to touch you.”
