He followed her down onto the sofa, the evidence of his arousal against her when his hips pressed between her parted legs.He washuge.Monstrously so.Would it even fit inside her?—
“It will fit,” Ranulf assured her gruffly, leaning on his elbows to take his weight, his large hands cradling either side of her face as he raised his head to look down at her.“You were made for me, Sephie.”
She blinked.“I was?”
“Yes,” he stated without a single doubt in his tone.“I want to kiss and touch every inch of you.Will you let me do that?”
A gush of wetness dampened her panties just thinking about it.“I—er—I think I should just tell you first that I—I haven’t done this before.”She cringed at the admission.None of her female friends at uni were still virgins.
Sephie didn’t know why she still was because she’d definitely had her opportunities with some of the young men she’d dated.But she’d always politely refused, something holding her back from that intimacy.A couple of those young men had accused her of being a cock tease, but she continued to refuse them.
Because she was waiting.
For what, she’d had no idea.
She knew now!
She’d been waiting for Ranulf.
If she’d never met him, she would have continued to wait, unloved, always alone, but instinctively knowing she would wait forever for the man who was her one true love.
Ranulf was that man.
His eyes had darkened to the color of deepest darkest emeralds at her admission.“You have no idea how much that pleases me, how honored I feel,” he grated.“I’m not going to make love to you fully now either.But I do intend to worship every inch of your body.”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.“Can I worship you too?”
He gave a low groan.“It would give me the greatest pleasure if that is your wish.”
“Oh, it’s my wish,” she assured without the slightest hesitation.
Ranulf kissed her again, deeper, longer, Sephie aware of nothing and no one else as she returned the heat of those kisses.
It still came as a shock when Ranulf shifted slightly aside, and she felt his fingers against the slick folds between her legs, groaning low in her throat when she felt the pressure of his thumb against her swollen clit.
Not only that, but she could feel the furriness of Ranulf’sbarethighs against her and realized neither of them was wearing any clothes.“How did you do that?”She broke the kiss to gasp at the fact they were both completely naked and she hadn’t even noticed Ranulf removing his own clothing, let alone hers.
He grinned at her.“A superpower.”
“Any more of those I should know about?”she joined in the teasing.
“Let’s keep them as a surprise, hm?”Ranulf lowered his head to capture and suck in the aching nipple tipping one naked breast.His hand moved to cup its twin, his fingers plucking at the nipple in the same rhythm that his tongue swirled against its twin.
Sephie’s back arched, the pleasure all-consuming.Ranulf’s cock now rubbed against her swollen clit, taking her pleasure to new heights as he continued to suck on her nipples, first one, then the other.
Sephie screamed low in her throat when she felt the tip of one of his fingers enter, but not penetrate, the wet heat between her thighs.
Pleasure was coming at her fromeverywhere.
Ranulf’s mouth on her nipples.
His cock rubbing against her clit.
His finger swirling around the entrance to her channel.
Her head slammed back, her back arching again as she pressed into those pleasuring lips, fingers, and cock.
Her first orgasm given to her by another person—by Ranulf—was like nothing she could ever have imagined.
