“All right, love?”
“Yes… yes…” She moaned with desire.
He added another finger and stirred in a motion that would gently remove the thin barrier inside. He thrust firmly, simulating her channel, and she startled, gripping down with lush insistence.
Pulling out, he turned her over, and Ariadne shifted her legs to accommodate his boy. His hands pulled her knees up and set her feet flat on the bedding.
“Are you in pain?” he asked, “Because if you are?—”
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
He leaned in to give her a kiss that left her panting. “There is a preventative measure that will stop you from increasing. It’s called a French Letter, Ariadne, and would you like me to use it?”
She held his upper arms, “No.”
He slid his free hand under her knees and cocked them over the notches of his hips as he carefully fed her the first few inches of him. His glittering eyes latched on hers and lost the capacity for speech, the power of his incursion driving the air from her lungs.
His eyes glimmered in the half-light, his voice gravelly with pleasure. A flush saturated his cheekbones, spilling toward his jaw, which was already shadowed with his night beard. The tendons on his neck stood out as he moved, thrusting into her center.
With the completeness of their joining, he groaned, “Christ, that’s good. The best bloody feeling in the world.”
The fullness inside her had her senses whirling, and she shook a moment to orient herself. She felt Cedric’s muscles vibrate with the need to keep still, and she appreciated it from him; when she finally peeled his eyes open, she whispered, “Move.”
The gentle rhythm of his thrust at first, the slow rock in and out sparked a fire, but as they grew harder and harder, the spark grew into an inferno. She held on as best as she could as he pounded into her, grinding against her mound, making her see stars.
Her limbs were wrapped tight around him as she clutched at his hard, flexing shoulders; it was real, raw, carnal. He continued to drive into her, his burning hold on her body and his harsh gaze were both anchored in the building maelstrom.
She absorbed the potent pummeling of his hips, the focused momentum of his thrusts, wanting to give him the same rapture he’d given her. Suddenly, he hiked her knees up to his shoulder, nearly bowing her in two as he chased the same bliss searing up her spine.
“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he growled.
Molten pleasure rushed through her. She was so close… almost there… He reached between their heaving bodies, strumming her pearl as his cock drilled into her. Something shattered inside her. She moaned his name as torrents of pleasure set her free, carrying her over the edge.
“God yes,” he groaned. “You feel sublime.”
He leaned over and captured a nipple between his lips before his snipe snapped back, roaring as he slammed into her again and again and again.
Finally, he stilled, and gently dropping her legs, he held himself up by an elbow as he kissed her softly and sweetly.
“Well, Ariadne?” he asked huskily. “Are you happy you waited?”
“No.” She dimpled at him.
He gently pulled away from her and rested to the left of her. “Why not?”
“Because if this is what is feels like, I should have pushed harder.”
Her reward was his roaring laughter filling the room.
Ariadne burrowed into the sheets, resisting the initial tugs of wakefulness that were growing stronger by the moment. She wanted to stay in her delectable dream forever, one where she was being held in the loving arms a man who loved her.
Her body had been warm and relaxed as if she’d engaged in vigorous exercise; she wanted dream Cedric not to stop kissing her, or murmur those sweet words in her ear as he moved within her.
She pressed her nose into the sheets—only to find those sheets were skin and hair, all warm skin and springy scratchy hair. Her eyes popped open in realization.
She blinked once in the pale morning light, but her vision did not change. A low fire burned in the grate. Her line of sight was partially obscured by a hairy chest.
The events of last night returned to her in a wheel of memories and happiness flushed right through her from her chest to her toes that she did not dare to move.
