For her sake, yes.
‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ she whispered, and then he felt her hand on his back… Her tiny hand on flesh he hadn’t troubled to cover since leaving his bed. The sensation was incredible. ‘Get out of here,’ he said lightly, hoping she would, because his willpower had taken just about all it could.
‘No,’ she said flatly, and, rather than obey him, she ran the tips of her nails down his supersensitive skin, sending his moral compass into a spin.
Swinging around, he stared at her. ‘No?’ he queried.
She glanced down. Instantly hard, he was incapable of hiding his physical reactions; thoughts were much easier.
They stared at each other for a good few moments, then he reached out to hook his fingers into the waistband of her pyjamas. As he pulled them down she observed, ‘So you’re not entirely made of ice.’
‘Try me,’ he suggested.
‘I intend to.’
A cry of triumph shot from her throat as he knelt between her thighs.
‘Oh…please,’ she begged as he began to explore her body as if he had never encountered it before. By bending her knees she increased the pressure from his tongue. Working her hips to and fro lazily, she was all too soon wailing, ‘I can’t hold on.’
‘You’re not supposed to, princess.’
And then she screamed out wildly,‘Yes!Yes… Yes!’before exhaling noisily in time to each violent spasm as it washed over her.
‘Oh, Lucas,’ she moaned contentedly when the pleasure began to fade. ‘That was amazing.’
Catching her as she collapsed, sated for the moment, he knew he had never wanted a woman more, had never wanted to pleasure a woman more. With all the barriers finally removed between them he swung her into his arms, and carried her to the deep fur rug in front of the fire. Arranging her to his liking, he parted her legs wide and allowed them to rest on his shoulders as he dipped his head and parted her lips to lave her with his tongue.
‘I can’t—not again—not so soon,’ she insisted on a gasping breath.
‘And I say you can,’ he argued quietly, ‘and not once, but many times.’
He proved it by delicately agitating the tiny bud at the heart of her pleasure. It didn’t take much encouragement for it to spring back to life.
Exhaling with excitement, Stacey wound her fingers through his hair to keep him close. He knew what she wanted, and he gave it to her until she was thrusting her hips towards him, crying out, ‘More…More!Don’t stop!’ Seconds later, she called out his name and fell noisily into release.
He held her firmly in place to make sure that she enjoyed every last pulse of pleasure. ‘I had no idea it could be so good,’ she groaned when the initial violence of her climax had begun to subside into a series of rhythmical pulses.
That was the problem, he reflected as he gradually brought her down again with soothing words in his own language and long, gentle strokes of his hand. Stacey was beginning to understand what was possible, and from there it was only a small step to feral lust, and when that point was reached, there’d be no turning back.
What was he talking about? They’d already crossed the Rubicon, he realised as she gripped his arms fiercely to state baldly, ‘I want you inside me.’
She had no idea how much he wanted her closing around him, holding him in place as she drew him deep and sucked him dry. ‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘tease me like you did before.’
Reaching for his belt, she unbuckled it and snapped it out of its loops. Then she popped the button at the top of his zipper. The moment that came down he exploded out of the placket.
‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, bracing himself above her.
‘Exactly that,’ she agreed.
‘Like this,’ he suggested, stroking the tip of his erection down the apex of her thighs.
‘Oh, yes,’ she confirmed.
‘And this?’ he suggested, watching her closely as he gave her the tip.
‘Oh, yes…yes,yes!’
Capturing her wrists in one fist, he pinned them above her head. ‘Just one thing…’
