One of his hands moved lower, between her legs, and she arched off the bed and gasped, “Oh!” She met his eyes as he slipped his fingers inside her.
He was watching her reaction. His eyes dark with hunger, but he moved slow, patiently. The amount of control he was showing was most definitely attributed to his experience. Although she wasn’t thankful for it earlier, she was now.
He moved over her kissing her again, while his fingers moved magically making her spiral out of control. She felt pressure building deep in her pelvis.
“Come for me.” His deep voice seemed to vibrate through her whole body.
He rotated his hand and managed to find the most sensitive spot making her cry out in pleasure.
“Ah, there it is.”
Then he found a rhythm that she responded to. It was like an inferno ignited and burned through her whole body. She arched and moved her hips to capture that feeling. She was oblivious to her surroundings. Whatever nervousness she felt earlier had since disappeared. Then she felt her whole body tighten as excruciating pleasure coursed through her tidal wave. Then the world exploded around her. She held her breath, arched toward him as waves of the orgasm surged through her. Then she relaxed with a soft feminine moan. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her. She watched him bring his hand to his mouth and suck on his fingers with his eyes locked on hers. “You taste like fine wine.”
She was speechless, satiated, and just had her mind blown. Then that small gesture somehow really turned her on again. Her eyes cracked open further and went over his face. If she thought he registered desire before, she was mistaken. His expression was now carnal. “I think I died.”
He shook his head and grinned obviously pleased with himself. “No, darling. It’s my turn. I’m just getting started.”
Before she could say anything, or even recover from that shocking experience, Lance brought his weight down on her, reached down and pulled her thighs up to his hips, then he kissed her releasing the dam of passion that he’d held onto to ready her. She responded fervently still under his spell. At this moment, she would do anything he asked of her. Her hands moved down his muscular back, felt him arch, lift, then enter her. It wasn’t painful. He’d taken his time to make her ready, and she was. It was merely a pinch of discomfort, but what came afterwards made her forget that all together. She felt herself stretch to accommodate him, but that physical change was a feeling of immense gratification, like filling an unknown emptiness, and with it, untouched pleasure.
The rising heat in her pelvis started all over again, but it was different this time. It was more powerful, more enveloping—visceral. Feminine noises of excruciating pleasure were smothered by his mouth. His rhythm was tortuous, yet exquisite. It was meant to drive her wild with need, wanting to reach that tortuous orgasm he’d introduced her to again. She clung to him, moved under him, and returned his kisses with an uninhibited hunger. She wanted more of him, to be closer.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take it, she felt something in him change. His movements increased, his breathing became heavier, and he increased the force of his thrusts.
Shewasgoing to die this time, she knew she was. The feelings of unbearable pleasure were going to kill her. This couldn’t be happening. Then, she felt the familiar surge as before, but it was more of a tsunami than a tidal wave. She called out, just as he arched up and shouted his own release, pushing hard into her.
She felt his whole body tremor, felt him pulse within her, then after a moment, relax. Then she felt his mouth on hers. She responded with fulfilled eagerness.
He lifted his head and stared down at her. Then his eyes narrowed. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she denied quickly while shaking her head. She’d never felt anything like that in her life, but it sure as hell wasn’t pain.
“You’re crying love.” He used his thumb to wipe away the streaks leaving her eyes. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“It was because you blew my mind.” She answered without thinking.
He grinned. “There goes my ego again.”
“I don’t think I can move.” Her eyes were wide with wonder.
“You make love like a goddess.”
She flushed. She did? She was pretty sure he deserved the credit for that.
His eyes glistened seeing her embarrassment. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“It seems different now.” She felt a little embarrassed at how wildly abandoned she was. At the time it felt perfectly normal because she was consumed with desire.
“Now that you aren’t a lusty wench?”
She giggled. “I really was.”
“You were pretty amazing Miss Easler. Your response to me flames my ego.”
“You’re just saying that because you know I’m vulnerable.”
“I’m saying that because it’s true. The fact that you’re vulnerable, is refreshing.”
“Not to me. I don’t like feeling like this. I’m used to being in control of things in my life,” she explained in the same wide eyed innocence.
