“Oh, Justin, you mustn’t!”
“Oh, but I must,” he said in a husky voice.
He parted her legs then placed his lips on the inside of her thigh just above her knee. Nibbling and nipping at the soft skin, he moved closer and closer to the spot that had already begun throbbing once more. Gentle fingers opened her and his tongue swirled down and around the delicate flesh.
She cried out in mindless ecstasy, writhing uncontrollably under him. Her fingers splayed out and gathered the bed linens, then clinched them against her palms. Her mouth went dry, her breathing spasmodic. She had never felt such a sharp burst of pleasure in her life. That unbearable tightening sensation was back.
Justin flicked his tongue out and drew the nub into his mouth, sucking and laving it. His hand slipped between her legs and two fingers teased her entrance as he continued moving his tongue relentlessly. He plunged them within, drawing back, then easing them inward again. Her head moved back and forth, her hair splayed out over the pillow. The sweet agony she endured was making her frantic.
He moved his fingers faster and faster as he sucked avidly at the pulsating center. Then his mouth was gone and she moaned in protest. But then it was back and his tongue entered her, replacing his fingers. It was too much for her to bear. With a long keening wail, her release came again. She bucked wildly beneath him as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
As she quieted beneath him, he moved back up her body. She could feel his rigid shaft against her legs. He gazed down at her, his eyes piercing. Pulling her hands above her head, he twined their fingers tightly together.
“I won’t hurt you, Jillian, never will I hurt you.”
She gazed up at those eyes, so intense and yet gentle. Emotion swelled within her throat. “I know,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
He closed his eyes briefly, letting her words wash over him. She had said it before, but somehow it meant so much more now. He nudged her thighs apart and gently, reverently, entered her warm, moist haven. His teeth clenched and he fought to retain control over his raging senses.
Slowly, so slowly, he moved forward until he had seated himself fully within her. He kissed her softly, tenderly, his movements slow and deliberate, replacing his prior urgency.
A tear slipped down her cheek, and his chest tightened in response. His tongue darted out to catch the salty drop.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, moving within her.
Her hands slipped from his and moved up his arms and over his shoulders. Her palms were flat against his skin and moved up to the back of his neck. She kissed him hungrily, her tears on both of their tongues.
He pressed his arms into the bed, pushing his weight up off of her as his hips began moving with more determination. She held onto him, desperately, as she threw her head back, passion filling her face. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her legs wrapping firmly around his waist.
“You are so beautiful.” He captured her lips again. “I’ve never known a woman more beautiful,” he said against her mouth.
His hands gripped her waist, and he thrust deeper into her, straining to fully insert himself into her soul. He belonged here, in her arms, he was part of her, she a part of him. He plunged deeper and deeper, and her legs moved higher up his waist as she opened herself more fully to him. She was his. The thought raged in his mind, possessiveness taking over his rationale. No one would ever hurt her again. He would be her only lover. He would spend his life making love to her, cherishing her, loving her.
He was nearing his release. He could feel it. He fought to control his passion, determined to bring her to completion one last time. She was gripping his waist with her legs, her hips undulating wildly under his. A gasp spilled from her lips each time he drove into her. Then she convulsed wildly beneath him, and cried out his name. Her hands clutched his back, and her body tightened in one long continuous arc.
He seated himself in her one last time and let go his control. Burying his face in her neck, he surged forward. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as his warmth flooded into her.
She lay limply beneath him, lacking the strength to move. Tears pooled in her eyes as he murmured her name and so gently caressed her cheek. His thumb gently wiped away the tears.
“Why are you crying?” he asked softly. His eyes looked down at her tenderly, lovingly, like she once dreamed of her husband doing. She tried to speak, but couldn’t find the words to accurately portray her feelings.
As if understanding her plight, he gathered her in his arms and tucked her head under his chin. He pulled the covers over them and held her as she drifted into a languid sleep.
He looked down at the eyelashes that rested on her cheeks. His chest ached from unspent emotion. He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jillian awoke, slowly gaining awareness of her surroundings. She was in Justin’s bed—naked. His arm was thrown across her waist, holding her back closely to his chest, and his hand rested possessively on her breast.
Heat suffused her cheeks as she remembered her wanton responses to his lovemaking. The reality of it surpassed her wildest expectations. While she had hoped it to be a pleasant experience, she hadn’t expected to take such hedonistic pleasure in Justin’s arms. What must he think of her?
She had few opportunities to ever speak to other women about such delicate matters as the marriage bed, but she had overheard the conversations of some of the girls she attended finishing school with, and they had imparted quite knowledgeably that the only women that actually enjoyed the act were Cyprians. Aladycertainly didn’t delight in bedroom activities.
Her mind was a muddle of confusing thoughts. If only he would wake up so she could gauge his reaction. There—he was stirring. Dreadful anticipation tightened her chest. What would he think?
“Good morning,” he murmured in her ear.
A delicious tickle kissed the area his lips touched. She shifted and turned her head to meet his eyes. She was careful to pull the covers up now, very conscious of her nudity. Saying nothing, she searched his face for some sign of what he was thinking.
