She sucked in air and forced it past her constricted vocal cords. “Yes,” she breathed.
For several minutes, he fondled her breasts, cupping them in his palm and gently pinching her nipples.
The sweet torture made her body tense and undulate. She wanted him to take more, move lower, touch her there. She captured his hand and guided it downward, across her ribs, past her belly button, to the juncture of her thighs. But she didn’t stop there; her fingers curled around his and urged them into her warm, wet channel.
She raised her hips as she thrust his fingers and hers into her sex and held them there, the pleasure intense and irresistible.
He cupped her down there and stroked her channel with his fingers, thrusting in and out until she writhed beneath him. The more he touched her, the more she wanted him to.
Was this what lust and longing were all about? Was this what making love should have been all along? He treated her and her body with respect.
Keira gave herself to him, unafraid, trusting that this man wasn’t like the others. He was gentle, caring and concerned about her pleasure, not just his own.
He swirled his fingers in her juices, parted her folds and stroked her clit.
“Oh,” Keira moaned. “That’s... That’s...”
Again, he stroked her.
“So good,” she whispered. “Do...it...again.”
He chuckled and teased a few moments more and then moved down her body, kissing a path along her neck and lower to capture a breast in his mouth. He sucked at her nipple, then flicked his tongue across it until she arched beneath him, sensations intensifying.
When she thought she couldn’t handle more, he moved to the other breast and treated it to more of his tender torment.
She could barely breathe by the time his mouth released its prize and moved across her ribs, his fingers moving at the same time to dip back into her channel.
In a dizzying whirl of ragged breaths, electricity zipping through her body and the undeniable ache pulsing at her core, Keira reached for him, her fingers weaving into his hair, urging him lower. She raised her knees and let them fall to the side, laying herself open to him.
He settled between her legs, parted her folds and touched his tongue to the ultra-sensitized bundle of nerves. His tongue swirled and flicked in increasing intensity until it catapulted her over the edge in an explosion that rivaled New Year's Eve fireworks, sending sparklers to every nerve in her body. Her breath lodged in her lungs as she clutched his hair and rode her release to the very last ripple of sensation.
Keira collapsed back against the mattress, sucking air into her starving lungs, the lingering aftershocks pulsating through her, rebuilding the longing and need for more.
Her hands still in his hair, she tugged none too gently.
Rogue moved up her body and lay on her, his body crushing the air from her lungs.
Suddenly, she tensed. She couldn’t breathe, her heartbeat raced and she had the desire to run. Keira pushed against him. “No,” she cried, the sound she made more like that of a cornered animal.
Immediately, Rogue rolled to the side and removed every bit of himself from her body. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. We don’t have to go any further. You’re okay.”
As soon as his body left hers, her pulse slowed, she could breathe and her panic abated. Cool air wafting across her skin made her shiver. She rolled onto her side, facing Rogue. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, still not touching her. “I’m not a medical type, but I’d say you had a panic attack—PTSD from the trauma you’ve endured.”
She swirled her finger in the hair on his chest. “I thought PTSD was something guys who’d been to war had.”
“Anyone who’s suffered a traumatic event can have it.”
She shifted her hand lower, running her fingers across his ribs. “It’s just that I couldn’t breathe. I felt trapped.”
Rogue drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “That’s on me. I shouldn’t have put my full weight on you. I should’ve known better.”
“Thing is,” she swallowed hard and gathered courage she hadn’t known she’d need, “I still want you. I still feel empty. like there’s only one way to fill the void.” Her hand slid down to his thick, hard shaft and wrapped around it. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered.
With a groan, Rogue wrapped his hand around hers. “You might not be ready for that.”
“I can’t...stop now. My body is still burning.” She met his gaze, her hand sliding from the tip of his cock to the base. It was so hard, so thick, and yet smooth and velvety to her touch. Her pussy clenched. What would it feel like to have him inside her? “You said you have protection?”
