“I’m going to put my fingers inside you,” he whispered against her kiss-swollen lips. “Open your pretty legs for me.”
Her eyes opened a fraction, and he could see her pupils had dilated to the size of pie plates. She was ready. She was close. And she didn’t hesitate to follow his command, spreading her thighswide as she planted desperate, biting kisses across his chin.
Thrilling at her quick acquiescence, he softly, deliberately slid not one buttwofingers inside her. He wanted her to feel full, feel stretched and satisfied and pushed to her limit right from the get-go.
He got his wish.
She turned her face into him and bit the spot where his neck met his shoulder, crying out at the pressureand the pleasure. Her body pulled his fingers deeper, eager and wanton.
Oh, ruddy hell.She was tight. And slick. And so unbearably silky. A man’s greatest fantasy come to life, burning hot in his arms. No. Not hot.Volcanic.
“Please,” she begged when he slowly pumped, testing her boundaries, feeling her delicate muscles contract as he curled his fingers upward, sliding the rough padsof his fingertips against the nerve-rich patch of flesh on the roof of her channel.
She’d released his shoulder. Now it was her lower lip that was caught between her teeth.
“Shhh.” He covered her mouth and soothed that delectable lip with his tongue. “I’ll take you where you want to go. Hold on to me. Ride it out. That’s it.”
Her hips bucked in counter-rhythm to his hand. She was mindlessnow, seeking pleasure with an uninhibited abandon that delighted him and pushed him too close to the edge.
He had to swivel his hips away from her. It was either that or go off early like a horny teenager in the back seat of a car. Every time she bucked, her thigh brushed against him, and the friction was building to dizzying heights. Pressing his cock hard into the mattress, both to easethe ache and stave off his brain-melting need to orgasm, he continued to work her body faster, harder.
Ripples. He felt them start in the muscles deep inside, a telltale sign. Pulling back, he wanted to watch her face the first time she came. And then she was. Coming, that is. Flying apart in his arms. Flinging herself headfirst off the cliffs of pleasure. And it was the most amazing, mostbrilliant thing he had ever seen.
Gone. His rational mind.
Gone. His sense of control.
Gone. His heart.
She stole the first two when she threw her head back and screamed his name. As for the third? Well, that was already hers.
* * *
Emily was boneless, senseless,sightless.
Oh, wait. She could still see. Her eyes had simply squeezed tight against an ecstasy unlike anyshe had ever known.
As the last shudders of release quivered through her, she cracked open her eyelids to find Christian staring down at her, that self-satisfied grin firmly in place. This time, it didn’t irritate her so much. Probably because this time she was pretty damn satisfied too.
Talk about an orgasm for the record books. She had no idea how long it had lasted. Ten minutes? Anhour? It had felt like forever.
Hewasa warlock. She was absolutely convinced of it, because there was undeniable magic in his hands.
Multiple times, when she had thought she was on the downhill slide of bliss, he had done something with his fingers, pressed, rubbed, pumped, and she had been back at the pinnacle. Coming and coming and coming some more.
“How was that?” he asked, pressinga soft, hot kiss on her lips.
She snorted. “Youknowhow it was, you scoundrel. I think I made it obvious.”
“Well, there were a few signs. You panting ‘yes, yes,yes!’ over and over was one of them. Screaming my name was another. You’re quite loud, Emily.”
She tilted her head against the quilt. “You thought maybe I wouldn’t be? Hi.” She waved. Wow. Her arm felt like it weighed a hundredpounds. “I’m Emily Scott, office manager and renowned loudmouth.”
“Hello, Emily Scott.” He caught her lips in another mind-blowing kiss. “I’m Christian Watson. The man who is going to make you come again.”
As if to prove his point, he pumped his fingers inside her.
“Oh God, no.” She shook her head, squeezing her thighs around his gently marauding hand. “I can’t. I’m so sensitive.”
