She wrapped her fingers around him, and he groaned, instinctively thrusting himself deeper in her hand. She wondered at the sensations. At the feel of him. His skin was so hot. A velvety-thin glove over steel.
“I should think that was obvious,” she said. “I want to touch you.” She looked up at him in the darkness, holding his gaze. Slowly, she began to move her hand the way he’d done. He groaned again, closing his eyes as if the pleasure was too much to take. “I hope that is all right?”
“Oh God,” he said, covering her hand with his, showing her how to find his rhythm. “God, that feels so good. I’ve dreamed of this.”
“You have?”
But he seemed incapable of speech. She watched the pleasure build inside him. Saw as his face drew clenched and tight as he strained against the release that she knew was only moments away. He was throbbing, beating under her hand.
His hand found the edge of her chemise and dipped underneath. His fingers brushed between her legs, and the wave of pleasure was so intense she almost forgot to keep moving her hand.
His fingers dipped inside. No teasing now. He stroked and thrust, readying her for him.
She heard his breath quicken. Felt his body clenching. When he pulled his hand from her, rolled over, and positioned himself between her legs, she knew she’d won.
Lust. She could feel it crackling in the air between them. He was out of his mind with lust for her, just as she was for him.
Check…mate.
Kenneth knew he should have stopped her, but the feel of her soft, small hand wrapped around him, stroking him, was more than he could resist.
All he could think about was being inside her. He wanted so badly to come that it hurt.
But when he held himself over her and looked into her eyes, he knew he had to find a way to pull himself back from the edge.
If she knew how easy it was to control him, he would never be able to break down the wall she’d erected between them.
So he countered her attack with one of his own. Before she realized what he intended, he slid down her body, positioning his face between her legs.
“What are you—”
He brushed his lips over her.
“Oh!”
She bucked, and he took the opportunity to slide his hands under the soft curve of her bottom to hold her steady. He kissed her again, rubbing his jaw against her mound as his tongue slid inside with long, languid strokes. She tasted so good, so soft and silky smooth, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He made love to her with his mouth and tongue, her back arching and her hips rising to meet the wicked onslaught of his kiss.
She was breathing hard, frantic little moans echoing in his ears. He knew he could make her come, but he purposefully drew it out until she was writhing in agony.
He lifted his head, looking up at her. The subtle curve of her belly made his chest swell with a strange emotion. His voice was oddly rough when he spoke. “Look at me, Mary.”
Her eyes were soft and unfocused, so heavy with lust it made his cock clench. Holding her gaze, he flicked her with his tongue. She shuddered. She was his. He held his mouth against her, giving her the pressure she yearned for, and sent her flying over the edge.
Mary had never felt so close to anyone in her life. Looking into his eyes as he’d kissed her like that…
She’d never imagined sharing that kind of intimacy with anyone.
When he’d finally given her the release that she’d craved, she was so tired, she forgot to fight back.
Barely had the ebb of pleasure started to slip away when he was pushing inside her. Filling her. Becoming a part of her.
He forced her gaze to his as he took the final thrust of possession. At least that’s what she told herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t look way.
He moved inside her slowly at first. But then the battle became too much for both of them. He surged once. Twice. And then his body stiffened and jerked as the spasms of his own release hit.
When it was over, they were both too tired to speak. He rolled to the side and tucked her against him. Strangely, she didn’t fight it.
The battle had been won, but by whom?
