Her own body heated with the knowledge that she was capable of doing this to him. Anxious for what was to come, she straightened and walked around the chair to face him. His eyes were closed and his jaw tight. She thought to step between his thighs, but that didn’t seem right. Glancing over her shoulder, she studied the sketch. Of course.
When she turned back, he was staring at her, his pupils large and his breathing short. More signs that he wanted her? She moved forward and straddled his lap, careful to keep him between her legs. Immediately, he looped his arms around her.
His head moved forward and he licked at her breasts, first one, then the other, before blowing on her wet tips. They felt as hard as the stone of the ancient statues. Tingles of pleasure raced through her body and moisture started to gather at the juncture of her thighs.
He looked up at her as one hand came up to cup her head, and she eagerly kissed him. There was no softness in the kiss. It was pure passion, his own want connecting with hers.
She finally broke the kiss, breathless and with an ache starting in her core.
He immediately switched his kiss to her breast and sucked. Need like she’d never known shot through her, making her grind into him. He didn’t stop her this time though. Instead, his mouth kept up its pleasurable torture until she half-raised from his lap. It was then she felt him at her entrance and instinct took over.
Positioning herself, she started downward, but his hands on her hips stopped her.
“Only do what is comfortable. If you wish to stop, we can.”
Confused, she just nodded and started again. There was pressure she’d never felt before, but the need inside her insisted and she pushed through. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking him in, at first finding the feeling odd, but she closed her eyes and relaxed into the sweet slide that brought her down onto his lap. He filled her and for the first time she understood what she’d craved. This. A oneness with him. To be a part of him and he a part of her.
“Amelia?” His whisper had her opening her eyes.
“Yes?”
“How do you feel?”
She smiled. “I feel full, excited, happy.”
“Do you know there is more?”
She frowned, confused. Was this completeness not what they sought? “There is?”
His gaze softened. “Let me show you.”
His mouth returned, this time to her other breast and took her peak between his teeth and rolled.
The jolt of pleasure shot through her so fast that she lifted. Quickly, she lowered herself again only to discover more pleasure at the movement. Anxious to experience everything, she pulled up again and came down.
“Yes. Like that.”
His encouraging words were all she needed, but his hands grasped her hips to set a rhythm. Soon she was panting, the need to continue impossible to ignore, but she felt as if she were on the edge of something miraculous, like last time with him, but more spectacular.
His hands on her hips moved, pressuring her to change her angle. Accommodating his silent direction, she did and as she slid down, her body felt as if the sun burst inside her, splintering into thousands of colors. With no control, she rode the feeling, gasping for breath as Andrew’s shout rang out and warmth filled her. Pure joy took over, floating her on a cloud of contentment.
Tired, her breathing beginning to slow, she opened her eyes in wonder at the man before her, his golden gaze filled with love. She swallowed to get her voice to work. “That was mystic.”
She felt his silent chuckle in all places, sending tiny sparks through her. Surprised that she could want him again so soon, she tried to ignore it. That surely couldn’t be normal.
“It is only mystic if you love someone.” His gaze complemented his sentiment.
She grasped his head and tilted it before kissing him with gratitude. Breaking the kiss, she let him see how much she loved him. “Thank you for being my muse and my heart.”
He reached up and unpinned her hair. “Thank you for being my love.”
She placed her hand on his chest to feel his solid heartbeat, the vibration calming her body and seeping into her soul. She started to rise, and his hands tightened on her hips.
“Not yet.”
That suited her fine. She wasn’t sure if her knees would hold her.
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Why do I have the feeling that you will never want to go slow.”
