His conscience told him to walk out the door, yet his body hungered for her and would not let him leave. Her plea was too hard to resist, but she knew not what she asked. He tried to form the words, but it took all his control to remain where he stood.
She frowned. “I already know what happens. I just didn’t know it could feel like this. My body feels like it’s on fire from the inside.” She scooted off the bed and stood.
If she touched him, he’d be lost. He had to turn and leave, somehow. He forced himself to take another step back but froze.
She lifted her shift up and over her head, tossing it on the bed behind her.
Her curves were far more than he’d expected. Well-rounded breasts led to a respectable waist, only to curve over wider hips and healthy thighs that begged a man to explore. Her pear-like shape enticed him beyond his control, but he managed not to move, his arms stiff at his sides.
She walked two paces to stop before him, and without asking, she untied the belt at his waist, revealing exactly how much he wanted her.
“Oh.” She stepped back.
Her reaction finally snapped his immobility, and he quickly strode toward the door to the balcony.
“Fen?”
He halted at the word but didn’t turn around. “What is that word?”
“It’s my nickname for you. Is it acceptable?”
His heart pounded, forcing him to suck in deep breaths. Fen. Understanding how her mind worked, it was easy to see that she’d devised it from compacting his name, crushing the letters together as it were. Not Felton. Just Fen. That was what he was to her. He’d never been that for anyone.
Her hands wrapped around his waist. “Do you like it?”
Cursing his own weakness for being merely a man, he turned in her arms and held her close. “I do…Dory.”
She lifted her face from his shoulder, smiling shyly. “Will you suck me again?”
Swallowing down a groan, he nodded. He was a fool, but he couldn’t deny her. He just had to deny himself…somehow.
Taking his hand, she led him back to the bed. “Do I sit again?”
“Lie back.” His voice came out so gravelly that her brow puckered, but she did as he instructed.
He climbed on the bed and lay next to her. As he did so, she lifted her arms over her head, no doubt to make it easier for him, but the supplication was innocently seductive. Unable to resist what she offered, he leaned over and stroked her hardened nipple with his tongue.
She lay completely still, as if she feared he would leave her. How little she knew and should remain ignorant of, but failure that he was, he couldn’t stop. Her soft, white skin begged for his touch. He moved his mouth over her tautened peak and sucked gently, taking in more.
Arching into him, she kept her hands above her as a small moan sounded deep in her throat.
Continuing his homage to her breast, he took her other between his fingers and gently squeezed.
“Yesss,” she hissed softly, bending one knee before letting it fall to the side.
The scent of her excitement was too much an invitation to ignore.
*
Dory moaned againas Fen switched and sucked her other breast, his hand replacing his mouth on the opposite one. She’d never imagined she could feel this way, so alive to every touch, with fluid flames filling her inside. An ache started between her thighs, which must mean she was ready for completion, but heseemed bent only on her breasts. Surely, there was something at the end of all her feelings.
His mouth started to lightly nibble at her nipple and new shocks of excitement shot through her. She grasped the pillow with both hands to keep her hands out of the way, but the heat between her thighs was so intense that she spread her legs.
Then his hand left her breast and moved over her belly. She opened her eyes to watch as he smoothed his way down to the patch of hair that hid her very core. His fingers slid through her auburn curls, and she held her breath.
With his hand resting on her mons, he angled himself up with his other arm and looked down at her. “I will not ruin you for your future husband. Do you understand?”
She felt her cheeks heat. It meant he would not take her for his own. Though disappointment wafted over her at his intense stare, she could only nod. Her body didn’t care what he did as long as he continued. She raised her hips with his hand, silently asking for his touch.
