He backed her against one of the poles of the gazebo, his mouth coursing greedily along her neck. With possessive hands, he cupped her breasts, finding the stiff peaks beneath the fabric. "You were made for loving, Percy," he said, "and I'm going to show you just how much."
She gave a little sigh of pleasure. "Like you did the last time?"
"Liked that, did you?"
"Very much so." She smiled up at him shyly. "It felt so wonderful, only... "
Only?His brows raised. "You shuddered in my arms when you came for me."
"Oh no, that part was perfect." Even in the moonlight, he could see roses in her cheeks. "It's just that this time... well, I was wondering..."
"Yes?"
"If I could... return the favor?"
Her earnest request blazed heat straight to his groin. His prick throbbed with the unqualified answer, his balls drawing taut.Holy hell, could she. But she was a virgin. Even though he was no gentleman, he'd thought to ease her into the business of lovemaking. To make her comfortable with her own response first before introducing her to—
Her hand feathered across his crotch, and all his good intentions vanished.
"Do you want to touch me, sweet?" he said hoarsely.
Her curls wobbled as she nodded.
Praise God.With hands that shook slightly, he undid the fasteners of his trousers and shoved the layers of fabric past his hips. His cock sprang free, the shaft thick and upright, the flared crown brushing his abdomen. Below the jutting instrument, his stones hung heavy and swollen with seed. He watched her intently, wondering what his little miss thought of his rampant erection.
"Oh." Her eyes were wide and curious. "It's, um, ratherforthright, isn't it?"
Beneath her scrutiny, the randy monster swelled further.
"It gets that way around you, sweetheart," he said wryly.
Despite the desire straining every muscle, he forced himself to wait. To let her decide what she wished to do. When she gently curled her hand around him, his breath hissed between his teeth. The sight of her delicate, satin-covered fingers petting the dark, rearing beast was beyond erotic. She explored him with a torturously light touch, the pressure nowhere near enough, and yet pleasure shot to his toes, hotter than anything he'd experienced before.
"How am I doing?" She sounded as breathless as he felt.
He answered her with a ravenous kiss. "You, my sweet Persephone, are heaven and hell," he whispered against her lips.
Her forefinger dipped against his cock slit, rubbing gently and sending another blast of heat through his veins. "Heaven and hell?" she said. "What does that mean?"
"Let me show you." He drew up her skirts, nudging her thighs open with his own. He found her pussy through her drawers and groaned at the dampness of her flesh. "You're drenched for me already. Does it excite you, touching my cock?"
Biting her lip, she nodded. Her grip on his pulsing rod tightened.
The admission filled him with heady triumph. "That pleases me," he said. "It makes me big and hard and yearn to be inside this sweet part of you." He slid his middle finger down her lush slit, finding her opening. He pushed upward and her virginal muscles gave a little, clamping onto the very tip of his finger. By God, she was tight. His lungs worked harshly as he strove to hold onto his self-control. "I want to bury my cock inside. I want to be as deep inside you as possible... and I can't. That is hell."
"Gavin," she whimpered.
The sound of her voice saying his name burned through his blood like an aphrodisiac. Whether or not she was aware, she'd begun to squeeze his shaft more tightly, pumping him in the instinctual motion.
"Good girl, you know just how to frig me, don't you?" Her lashes gave a sultry sweep at his guttural praise. Simultaneously, he penetrated her quim more deeply. "This is how we're going to find heaven together. What feels good to you feels good for me. When you hold my cock so sweetly, it tells me what you want, doesn't it?"
He saw understanding enter her expressive eyes. The next instant, her satiny fingers began to slide harder, faster against his turgid stalk.
"More," she sighed, devastating him. "I want more."
He drove his finger home, swallowing her cry as he did so. He fucked her slowly at first, then quickened the rhythm as her pussy softened, wept into his palm. He gave her another finger, and she took him eagerly, her plush heat whirling his senses, her grip wild and passionate upon his prick. He pumped himself into her soft hands, her exquisite sex, half-mad with the intensity of his lust. His longing. Pressure mounted in his stones, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
He found the center of her pleasure with his thumb. Her response was instant, her sheath pulsing around his plunging digits, her hips angling to take him deeper.
