“Are you going to make me wait even longer?” she gasped out as Rhys shuddered above her, her hand working over him.
“I’d never make a lady wait,” Rhys said, his voice obviously strained, and Maisie laughed.
“Okay, that’s fine for ladies, but what about me?”
Rhys laughed, deep and rich. “Well, I won’t make you wait either. I don’t think I could hold myself back anymore, anyway.”
Grinning, she managed to remove her hand from his cock for long enough to shove his pants down over his hips, taking his underpants with them. He sat back, his erection jutting out from the dark patch of his pubic hair, as he rolled her underwear down her legs and over her ankles, before tossing them aside.
I’ll probably need those later…Maisie thought briefly, before the thought was completely obliterated from her mind as Rhys slid his hand down between her legs, pressing a finger against the warm, wet heat of her.
Moaning, Maisie squirmed beneath him, clenching her thighs around his hand. She gasped into the kiss he gave her as his fingers teased against her, shocks of pleasure reverberating through her body.
She cried out when he – finally – slipped a finger inside her, and she was wet enough, ready enough that it was quickly joined by a second. Her hips bucked up as he worked his fingers in and out of her, his thumb grazing gently over her clit, and she cried out again, tossing her head, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Rhys…”
But he really hadn’t been joking when he’d said he didn’t really have the will to go on teasing her for long. Although she missed the feeling of his fingers immediately, she could feel anticipation pulsing through her when he withdrew them.
Panting, Maisie forced herself to open her eyes and look at him as he drew back a little, kneeling between her open legs. He lay down over her, his golden eyes meeting hers. He captured her lips in a kiss as he moved his hips forward, sliding inside her – Maisie arched her back, her toes curling, and moaned into his mouth as she felt herself being filled by him, stretched to absolute perfection.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
The thought sprang into her head unbidden, but it was true. She’d never felt socomplete.
His first move against her was nothing more than a shallow thrust, but even that gentle motion had her crying out, pushing back up against him. She wanted more – and Rhys seemed to understand immediately what she wanted.
His next thrust was harder, his hips driving forward. Maisie cried out again, burying her hands in his hair, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
It had never felt like this before, she thought hazily, aware that she was being loud, her own voice filling her ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Who was going to hear them anyway, here on their own private little island?
When his mouth met hers again, their tongues twining around each other, she could feel the heat of his breath against her face as his thrusts grew even stronger, more desperate.
She could feel her climax gathering inside her, rushing through her body like a wave with every move Rhys made. Pleasure bloomed through her, wiping away all thought, allabilityto think, and filling her with boundless, mindless ecstasy.
She locked her ankles at the small of his back, urging him on. Every thrust brought her closer to the edge, until, finally, she felt herself topple over it, her orgasm a white-hot wave of ecstasy that burst through her, overtaking everything with pleasure, roiling along her veins like fire. A moment after her own climax she heard Rhys cry out, his voice hoarse, his cock pulsing inside her, as he came, his hips jerking, muscles pulled taut.
Maisie shook, crying out as she came a second time. It unwound through her, filling every corner of her body, blocking out everything except the feeling of their joined bodies.
But not just bodies,Maisie thought vaguely as she coasted down from the wave of her climax.I feel like we’re joined in our souls somehow…
She’d never thought about things like that before. Of course, she’d wanted to find Mr. Right, settle down, and have children. But that had always seemed like something she’d justdoin due course; she’dwanteda love that would sweep her off her feet when she’d been younger, which she supposed accounted forwhy she’d always gone for slightly dangerous types. They’d just seemedexciting.
But none of them had ever made her feel like Rhys did – and as it turned out, emotional unavailability, far from being exciting, got extremely tiresome after a while.
But with Rhys…
Somehow, she knew he was right. They reallyweremade for each other.
Maisie shuddered as aftershocks of pleasure ran through her body as Rhys slowed his movements.
She didn’t want him to move away, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him in place, as together they breathed heavily, their sweat mingling on their skin. Finally, however, Maisie knew they had to move. Regretfully, she released him, and he rolled away from her with a groan, coming to rest against her side.
“Mmm. That’s just how I feel,” Maisie breathed, as she snuggled herself against his side. “That was… well, I don’t think I actually have a word for what that was.”
“Good, I hope,” Rhys said, with a small laugh. “Because that’s what I’m going with.”
“Just a little bit more thangood,” Maisie told him, joining in with his laugh. She ran her hand over his chest, marveling at its strength, at the way it glistened in the sunshine. She shivered when Rhys leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead.
