Ignoring his own frantic need, he took it slowly. Drawing every ounce of pleasure from her as he brought her to the very brink just by sucking her breasts.
What would happen when he touched her?
He slid his hand down her flat belly and cupped her mound. She let out a cry of such pleasure, his erection jerked hard against her hip. He was so hard, he strained painfully against the damp fabric of his trews.
Her hips pressed against him, and he fought the fierce surge of heated pressure to his loins. He ached to thrust up high inside her, feeling her damp heat surround him like a tight glove. But damn it, he would make this good for her if it killed him. He slid one long finger deep inside her. She was deliciously wet and responsive. He kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue as he probed her core with his finger. She writhed against him, pressing her breasts against his naked chest. Lifting her hips to meet the frantic rhythm.
God, she was going to come. She was killing him. He slid his mouth over her jaw, down her neck, and down her velvety soft belly until he’d positioned his face between her legs.
Her skin was flushed and pink with their lovemaking. He would picture her like this always, he thought, feeling a surprisingly sharp tug in his chest. Never had she looked more beautiful. She was his.
She eyed him warily. Not knowing what he intended, but perhaps guessing. “What—”
“All of you, Flora,” he reminded her. “I want all of you.” He held her gaze as his tongue flicked out to taste her. It was the most darkly erotic moment of his life. Looking into her eyes, seeing her surprise, tasting her on his tongue, and feeling her body quiver with a surge of damp pleasure.
Any objections she’d been about to make were lost as he cupped her soft bottom and lifted her fully to his mouth, sliding his tongue deep inside her.
He heard her moan, felt her shake, and watched as her body gave over to the pleasure he was bringing her. Watched as every last veil of modesty dissolved under the skilled movements of his mouth and tongue.
She fought it. Not wanting to succumb so completely. Not wanting to lose control. But he was merciless—teasing her, bringing her to the very peak, and forcing her over. He murmured encouraging words as he laved, nibbled, and sucked. And then he felt it. The contraction. The sweet spasm of her climax. She tensed as the power of her release took her and cried out, pulsing against his hungry mouth.
It wasn’t enough. He brought her hard to her second orgasm, finding the sweet spot of her pleasure with his lips sucking and entering her with his finger again, until she came again hard on the heels of her first.
She was soft and hot and finally ready for him.
His erection throbbed. He couldn’t wait any longer. Quickly, he unfastened his trews and slid them off.
Flora thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Twice. Never could she have imagined anything so wonderful. Slowly the ebb faded, and she became intensely aware of the naked man beside her.
Unable to resist, she ventured a curious glance. Her eyes widened as she took him in. He’d removed his trews, and he was even more impressive than she’d imagined.
Though what she’d imagined she didn’t know, except that it was nothing close to the reality. Of course, she’d known he was large from touching him. But there was something quite different in seeing him for herself. There was something inherently beautiful about the evidence of his desire, but also threatening. Her courage faltered. Knowing what he planned to do, but not exactly how it would work. How could her body accommodate a man of his size? Given the length and girth, it didn’t seem possible.
“Don’t worry, lass, your body will stretch,” he said, reading her mind with frightening accuracy. “It will hurt for but a moment. Only once.”
She nodded but still didn’t quite believe him.
“Touch me, Flora,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “The way you did before.”
She lifted her hand between them, grazing her fingers across the hard planes of his stomach before brushing her hand across his tip.
He jerked in apparent pain. She started to withdraw, but he shook his head. “Don’t. It feels good. Too good.”
A warm feeling ran through her, and she touched him again, this time taking him fully in her hand. Her fingers were barely able to close around his thickness. He felt amazing, the soft surrounding his rigid length. Like a velvet glove over a pillar of steel.
He groaned when she touched him. Clenching his jaw and closing his eyes as she watched the sensations coursing through his body.
She explored him with her fingers, relishing the way every touch seemed to increase his pleasure. She traced a line with her fingertip down the long length of him, rubbed her thumb over the soft head, wondering at the drop of liquid that seeped from him.
He swore and pulled her hand from him. Dropping his head to kiss her passionately. She felt the heat build, felt the desire build, as he slid his finger inside her again.
She could see the effort it was taking him to go slowly. If his release was anything like hers, she could only imagine the instincts clamoring in him to find his pleasure. She’d been almost mindless in her need for him. Not caring about anything but the powerful sensations racking her body.
God, his mouth had been on her most private parts. And it had been amazing.
He’d placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, the shadow of his broad chest cast over her possessively. The muscles in his shoulders and arms bulged with the effort of restraint. She ran her hands over his back, savoring the heat of his skin and the hardness of his body.
He positioned himself between her legs and slowly started to enter her. Nudging her wider with each inch that he sank into her. It was the oddest sensation. She felt stretched and full and possessed at the same time.
