But it wasn’t just her breasts that wanted to feel him. The soft place between her legs started to ache. Started to quiver. Started to crave pressure.
Started to crave hardness.
And Lord, he was hard. The bulge in his pants had seemingly turned to steel. Steel draped in leather.
Her hips started to move with the rhythm of their kiss—of their tongues. She thrust forward and back. Moving over the hardness. Pressing. Rubbing. Grinding harder and harder.
And then her mouth fell away and it was just her hips. Just her moving against him with an insistence that she didn’t understand. Something was coming over her. Building. Climbing. Taking her on a path of its own.
Her heart started to pound. Her breath started to hitch. Tiny little sounds of impatience came from between her lips.
And Niall was right there with her. Urging her on with words of encouragement. Words she didn’t understand.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for me. God, you are so damned beautiful.”
Vaguely, she was aware that his voice sounded strange. Tight and strained. As if he was clenching every muscle in his body.
That’s how she felt, too. As if every muscle in her body was clenching and clenching and…
They let go. Her body released in a spasm of pleasure so intense she had to cry out. It radiated through her like an effervescent wave of shimmering light.
Only when the last tingles of pleasure had seeped from her limbs did she realize something else.
The pleasure she thought to never feel again wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted Niall to be a part, too.
Tentatively she unfurled herself from where she’d collapsed on top of him and slid her hands around to the waist of his leather trews.
His expression when it met hers was as fierce as it was tender. She could see how moved he was by what had just happened, but also that it had not been done without significant pain to him.
“Tell me what to do,” she said huskily, her voice sounding as if she’d just woken after a long winter’s nap. “I want to try.”
* * *
Niall was struggling to do the right thing, overwhelmed with the emotion of seeing her bring herself pleasure for the first time as well as overcome by the lust she’d wrought upon his body in doing so.
He wanted nothing more than to take her up on her sweet offer. To tell her how to take him in her hand and slide his cock into the soft, wet place she’d just made for him.
But though her body might be ready for him, her mind might not be, and he couldn’t take the risk. Not when her first foray into lovemaking had gone so much better than he’d ever expected.
The belt had been a real inspiration. Although his arms were starting to ache a little.
He had to remind himself that this was not a race. But God, did doing the right thing hurt.
With very real regret, he shook his head. “I think that’s enough for today. One step at a time.”
She frowned in a way that made him think that he wasn’t the only one feeling a little sexual frustration. The knowledge that she wanted him played havoc with his good intentions for a moment before he shook them free.
“But what about you?” she asked.
“I’ll be fine,” he lied. He wasn’t quite sure his bollocks would ever return to a normal color after reaching what must be a bright shade of blue.
Clearly, she didn’t believe him and moved her hand over him to prove him a liar. Just the feel of her hand covering him was enough to make him tighten against the urge to come.
Jesus, he was close to shaming himself like an untried lad with his first maid.
But maybe that was closer to the truth than he realized. It felt like the first time because in many ways it was. It was the only time that had ever been important.
“Tell me what to do,” she repeated, this time with an insistent squeeze.
