The hot column of his manhood pressed against her hip and instinctively she turned toward him, needing to feel the hardness. The thickness. The sweet pressure. Her heart dropped at the sensation. Right there.
She rubbed up against him like a cat. A warm, sensual cat. She’d never felt so free, so open. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t holding anything back. With every touch, every kiss, every long, slow slide of her body against his, she showed him exactly how much she loved him.
Kenneth had never felt anything like this. The primitive attraction that had sprung between them, the raw unbridled lust that he’d thought couldn’t get any better, paled beneath the force of the sensations surging through him right now. Everything felt deeper. Stronger. More meaningful. The heat didn’t just surge through his blood, it burned in his heart. Hell, it went deeper than that—it burned in his soul.
Her beauty humbled him. From the top of her golden, silky head to the tips of her tiny pink toes, she was beautiful. A dainty package of lush femininity. The long, softly curved limbs, the ripe swell of her stomach, the bouncy pink-tipped plumpness of her breasts, the velvety smoothness of her skin…
His throat had gone dry just looking at her. But then when he’d touched her, when he’d slid his mouth over every inch of her skin and marked her with the scrape of his beard, he thought he’d died and glimpsed the peaks of Olympus. She was a goddess who brought him to his knees.
He smiled. Who would have guessed his too-skinny gray nun would turn out to be the source of such divine inspiration?
He never wanted this to end. But unfortunately, when she started to rub against him, his body rather powerfully disagreed.
Breaking the kiss, he lifted his head. When he started to roll off the bed, she blinked as if suddenly coming back to earth—he knew the feeling.
“Where are you going?”
He moved to the edge of the bed. “Right here.” Taking her legs, he guided her around and positioned her at the edge of the mattress—which happened to be the perfect height for what he had in mind. He looped his arms under her knees and held her legs apart, probing her gently with the tip of his cock.
“I don’t want to lie on top of you, so we’re going to need to be a little creative until the babe comes.”
She made a sharp sound, her back arching as he probed her a little harder. He rocked his hips, readying her with little nudges.
He liked to make her moan. Liked to make her head fall back and her lips part as she begged him to ease her agony. But that wasn’t what he wanted right now. He didn’t want to tease her, her wanted to love her. He wanted to hold her gaze as he entered her, as she took him into her body. As she took him into her heart.
“Look at me, Mary.”
Their eyes locked. Then slowly—agonizingly slowly—he pushed inside her. Inch by inch, he buried himself in the wet, velvety heat of her body.
It felt so damned good, sensation roared through him like a lightning rod. He could have groaned. But he didn’t. He was too focused on the woman before him. He would remember this moment forever. He would never forget how it felt to look into her eyes as he entered her and see the overwhelming emotion squeezing his chest mirrored in deep aquamarine. They were bound together, and just for right now he could believe nothing could ever break them apart.
When he’d gone as far as he could go, when he was buried to the hilt in the tight grip of her body, he stilled, held her gaze, and nudged a little deeper, bringing a startled gasp to her lips.
“Kenneth…!”
“I love you,” he said. “Let me show you.”
And then he began to move. Slowly and gently, in long, languid strokes. For the first time in his life, Kenneth made love to a woman. He told her with his body how much she meant to him.
Mary was in heaven. Her husband had roused her passion, taken her to higher peaks of pleasure than she’d every imagined, but she had never expected anything like this.
The raging firestorm of lust had given way to a slow, deep burn that proved just as hot and even more devastating. There was not a part of her that he left untouched, or unclaimed. He possessed her body, her soul, with each long stroke.
He gave no quarter, holding her gaze to his. It was impossible to look away from the emotion she saw burning there. She devoured it like a greedy child, burying it deep in her heart where it would always be safe. Where no one could ever take it away.
She didn’t want it to end. But the feel of him, so big and full inside her, was too good. And it had been too long. Her body responded.
She lifted her hips to meet the gentle rhythm of his thrusts, increasing the speed as the sensations built inside her.
She gasped, moaned, cried as his thrusts grew longer, deeper, harder. He circled his hips, stirring her into a passionate frenzy.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer, wanting to increase the friction and the pressure. He moved his free hands to her bottom, gripping her harder, steadying her as the force of his thrusting intensified.
Everything moved, jarred by the fierce pounding of his body into hers.
It felt so good she couldn’t stand it. She arched her back, feeling her body clenching, gripping him harder and harder.
His face was a mask of strain, every muscle bunched and coiled. His arms flexed and the muscles lining his stomach stood out in stark relief.
