“There’s no need to be shy or embarrassed with me, kitten. Or anything but bloody proud of everything that you are.” His gaze raked hotly over her. “You do know that, don’t you?”
“I’m not embarrassed.” How could she be when confronted by his vivid admiration? “I was just wondering since you said that I’m, um, your gift… if you would like to do the honors?” Blushing, she gestured to the bow.
The fierce approval in his eyes told her she’d made the right decision.
He reached out, her pulse quickening as he slid his fingers under the ribbon. The faint rasp of his callused fingertips chased thrills over her nape. Her breath lodged as he pulled on the end of the bow, the action as slow and deliberate as a boy who is striving to make a treat last. He let the ribbon fall, his gaze following the fluttering strip as it obeyed gravity’s call, bringing the garment with it.
Polly felt the sensuous slide of silk over her breasts, the fabric hitching slightly over her taut nipples before it shed from her like an unnecessary skin. Seeing the flare of Sinjin’s nostrils, she knew the sight pleased him, and it made her stand taller, proud indeed that she could have this effect on a man as worldly as him. She waited, breath held.
“You are the finest birthday gift I could hope to receive,” he said.
The reverence that lit his aura was so dazzling that it took her a moment to register his words.
“It’s yourbirthday?” she burst out. “Today? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I just did.” He sounded distracted—perhaps because he’d cupped one of her breasts, his gaze focused on his thumb as it circled her erect nipple.
Even as his touch released shivers of pleasure, she persisted, “But you didn’t mention anything earlier. We could have celebrated properly. I didn’t even get you a present—”
“I’ve never celebrated my birthday.” Before she could question that, he said huskily, “Polly, do you know what I really want?”
“What?” Whatever he wanted, she was determined to get it for him.
He moved, quick as lightning. One instant she was standing, the next she was on her back upon the feather mattress, her husband lying on his side next to her, looking at her like she was a feast and he a man starved. He ran a finger between her breasts, the possession in his touch unmistakable.
“You. My wife. Mine.” Blue flames leapt in his eyes.
Then his lips claimed the arch of her throat. Even as pleasure overtook her, she made a mental note to return to the topic of his birthday… later. He cupped her heaving breasts like a pirate weighing his treasure, licking back and forth between the stiff peaks, tormenting her with his mouth. Turbulent pleasure gathered as he cupped her between her legs, his fingers plundering the depths of her giving flesh. Again and again, he touched deep inside her while his palm ground against the sensitive crest of her mound.
The storm broke, flooding her with bliss.
“By Jove, you’re a sight to behold in the throes.” His earthy praise didn’t help her heart’s erratic thumping. “I wonder if your pleasure tastes as good as it looks…”
The mattress shifted as he kissed his way downward, between the valley of her ribs, the soft rise of her belly. Like a playful panther, he nipped and nuzzled, making her giggle when his tongue tucked into her belly button, tickled the back of one knee. Then he made himself a place between her thighs, and all laughter fled at the first lush swipe of his tongue along her cleft.
“Mouthwatering.” At the burning hunger in his eyes, her satiated nerves sprang back to life. “I love the way you taste, Polly. Love eating this sweet, juicy part of you. Spread your legs further, love, show me you want this too.”
With a moan, she did. He mouthed her exposed sex, his tongue delving between her swollen folds, teasing the entrance to her sheath. Her fingers found the rough silk of his hair, holding on as he ate at her tender flesh. It was more than the sensations that rocked her: it washim. The way his cheekbones were flushed, his brows drawn with pleasure. Knowing that she could affect him thus brought her to the brink—and then he suckled her pearl, his tongue strong and flicking, propelling her over.
As she came with a cry, he surged upward, yanking at the belt of his robe. He didn’t even bother to remove it completely, his mouth latching onto hers as the broad crown of his cock prodded her entrance. She sighed against his lips as he pushed into her, a thrust that was exquisitely filling… but not painful.
“Polly?”
“Yes,” she murmured, knowing what he was asking. “It’s good, Sinjin.Sogood.”
With a groan, he began to move. His hard, hair-dusted chest scraped against her nipples, setting off shocks of pleasure. She slid her palms beneath his parted robe, touching wherever she could, clinging to the bulging strength of his shoulders as he moved within her. His big, powerful shaft caressed her with stunning tenderness. It was more than a connection of bodies, it was a closeness unlike any she’d experienced. A closeness she’d craved without even knowing it.
Apparently, he felt it too, for he growled, “Wrap your legs around my hips. I want to get in deeper. To have all of you.”
Her calves fitted in the lean, hard grooves of his hips as if they were meant to be there. His big palms cupped her bottom, tipping her hips up, and she gasped as that altered angle dragged fiery friction against her pearl. The steel-hard root of his cock grazed against her with each pass, triggering tremors deep in her pussy.
“Sinjin,” she moaned, “it’s happening again…”
“Yes, love,yes.” His eyes burned, his hips thrusting harder and faster. “Come for me once more, take me with you.”
The tremors built and built and then something inside hersnapped. The convulsions shook her very core, rippling outward in ecstatic waves. As bliss rolled through her, she felt him seize her hands, planting them onto the mattress as his hips pounded her fiercely. His fingers laced with hers, he exploded inside her, their shared cries of fulfillment ricocheting off the walls.
Chapter Thirty
