“Precisely. In fact, I’m ready…er, Maggie, what are you…?Christ.”
The last he bit out because she’d bent over tolickhis cock. Her warm tongue bathed his shaft. When she mouthed the swollen dome and gave a tentative suck, his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Is that wet enough?” she murmured.
“You’re about to get a lot more wetness if you don’t stop.”
He caught her under her arms, a surprised squeak leaving her as her back hit the mattress. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he quickly donned the sheath. He’d never found the action particularly erotic, but she changed it for him…the way she changed everything. Her eyes were smoky with desire, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she watched him work the sheep gut over his swollen length.
Tying the sheath in place, he moved atop her, careful to keep his weight on one forearm. Anticipation licked down his spine as he fitted himself to her slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, panting at the closeness of the fit. Her channel had felt snug around his fingers. Around his cock, she was as tight as a virgin.
“Everything all right?” he managed to get out.
“Just go slowly.” Her voice was breathy. “It’s, um, been a while.”
“I’ll go as slow as you want.”Even if it kills me.
Gritting his teeth, he forged on. Inch by inch, until he was hilted in her pulsing heat. The need to thrust clawed at him, but he remained still, feeling her flesh flutter and soften around him. A blissful torture.
“How does that feel?” He searched her half-lidded gaze.
“Good,” she sighed. “You can move now.”
Praise God.He moved, increasing his pace when he was certain she felt only pleasure. When she began to move with him, the rhythm of her hips matching his, he let desire take over. He took her harder, faster, her tits jiggling deliciously with his heavy thrusts. Her knees notched against his hips. An erotic symphony filled the room: her moans, the creaking bed, the wet smack of their joining flesh.
He felt the warning sizzle at the base of his spine, knew he wouldn’t last for long. With his thumb, he delved into her mound, rubbing her slick bud as he shafted her, burying himself to the balls again and again and again. She gasped, her hips bucking. He felt her clench around him…and not a moment too soon.
His bollocks tightened, heat blasting up his shaft. He crushed his mouth to hers, pouring his groans down her throat as his release jetted from him in an agony of pleasure. Shuddering, he continued thrusting, her pussy milking him of every last drop.
He left the bed long enough to take care of the sheath. When he returned, he doused the lamp and took her in his arms. She snuggled against him, warm and lax from their loving.
He thought she’d fallen asleep when her voice came quietly through the darkness. “Rhys?”
“Yes, my sweet?”
“I just wanted to say…you matter too.”
His throat tightened. As did his arms around her. “Thank you, Maggie mine.”
It wasn’t just an endearment but a promise.
21
Maggie stirred.A strange sound had woken her…the wind whirring against the window. Was a storm coming? Moonlight spilled through a crack in the curtain, casting an otherworldly glow over the room. She had the disorienting sensation of being in a dream. She was cocooned in warmth, her cheek pressed against…a hard chest?
Rhys.
Leftover sensations of their lovemaking migrated over her body. The pleasurable tenderness between her legs. The tingle of nipples thoroughly suckled. The slight burn of beard-abraded skin.
Contentment suffused her, and she snuggled closer, inhaling his male musk. Just as she was drifting back to sleep, she heard a thump. From below stairs?
Chilly foreboding stirred her nape; at the same time, Rhys came awake.
“Did you hear that?” Although raspy with sleep, his voice had a vigilant quality.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
The sound came again. A second thump and perhaps…whispered voices?
