“Then we will be disappointing together. Would you be happier to know that you are not the only one with uncertainties?” He nipped my ear and laid me back. “Know then that I’m scared witless.”
Somehow I couldn’t believe him as his mouth covered mine, his hands moving down my body to soothe the tremors.
“Let me have you. I’ve known the want of it since we first kissed. Since you first released that passion. I want to draw out every pearl.”
His words, his hands—I was the snake and he the charmer. “Yes.” I released it on a moan as something hard pressed against me, right where I needed it most. He rocked against me andI rocked back, wanting the pressure, the heat. My body was restless, agitated, needing something I couldn’t name.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back any response.” His voice was deep, primal. “There’s no one here. Just the two of us. I want you wet and burning all over my sheets.”
I didn’t understand, but my body seemed to. It kept trying to press closer to his, and the heat was turning damp. He had his shirt undone and tossed to the side. He crouched over me, bare-chested and perfectly formed.
“Show me what youfeel, Marietta.”
My head tipped back and my mouth opened in a silent scream as he tugged my nipple into his mouth andsucked. Like it was his mission, his life’s work—he didn’t stop until the heat became unbearable, the dampness grew.
He moved to my other breast and I arched into him, trying to make full contact with his body again. My nipple appeared with a pop and he smiled dangerously at me. Green eyes rakish and daring. Hair mussed and charming.
Without a doubt, I had never felt more powerful—or undone.
He stood and undid his trousers. Perfectly formed, watching me with a hungry stare. Curiosity. Fear.Power. Here was what all the ladies tittered or dithered about. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to hide. I wanted to offer myself as tribute.
He lifted me and threw the covers back, laying me out. “Do you ever touch yourself, Marietta?” His fingers caressed my stomach and ran farther south. “Here.” His fingers stroked between my legs. I jumped. Shifted. The heat was calling me there.
He turned me toward him, so we were lying on our sides, facing each other. “Watch what I’m doing.” His fingers parted me, lightly teasing. “Easing the way. Preparing you so that everything feels good, nothing feels bad.” One finger dipped andcaressed just inside the edge. “To make it so we slide together perfectly.”
I watched the top part of his finger disappear. My breath caught as it movedinsideof me an inch. He pressed closer. “Keep none of your lovely songs unheard. Tell me exactly what you feel, with breaths, with words, with whatever comes out. You don’t know how much I wish that finger was a different part of my body right now.”
I looked between our bodies at the portion of him that was much larger than a finger. I hesitantly reached out to touch him. Silky, hard. His finger curled inside me and something rocketed through my core. My grip tightened.
He laughed, somewhat less steadily. “Don’t hesitate to touch whatever fascinates you. The best feedback goes both ways.”
I stroked, watched as he strained to my hand. He took my other fingers and placed them on top of his, dipping them inside of me. My eyes closed and he kissed me, quick and hard.
“Look and feel. Move them where you feel the burn, where you want it most.”
His middle finger joined his first as he delved inside me, the hard pads of his fingers stroking my soft interior, increasing the heat. Rightthere. My eyes grew heavy, and I pressed my fingers into his as his curled deeper inside me. Hitting something that made my body twitch.
He pressed his thumb there, stroking the same spot. Heat shot through me. I arched into him, pulling along his length.
“Shhh.” His voice was heavy and strained. “I know. You’re perfect. Just a little more.”
More fingers disappeared inside me. Doing something, some dance within. The heat wanted to explode, needed to explode.
He was an exceptional dancer.
His mouth returned to my breasts. Spirits. I arched forward, into his mouth, into his hands. The butterflies beat a madstaccato. His fingers withdrew and he framed my face with his hands.
“I’m going to have you now, Marietta.”
I leaned forward and kissed him, my body arching into his. Any uncertainty had been obliterated by the trust he had engendered with his slow movements and running dialogue.
He wouldn’t hurt me.
I felt a nudge against my curls, even though his hands were still touching my cheeks as we lay on our sides, face-to-face. “Rest your knee on top of mine.”
I did as he suggested, opening a vee between my legs. The tip of him pushed against me, just as his fingers had. Heat swirled.
“We’ll go a little bit at a time. Push against me every time you feel able.”
