She clasped her hands around his bare back, feeling a sheen of sweat dampening him. He was restraining himself, she thought, probably desperate to pull back and plunge again.
She nodded.
Raising upon his hands, straightening his arms so he had leverage, he drew back slowly, and she sighed.
“That feels very good,” she confessed as her body tugged at his shaft. When he drove forward again, he filled her. Again, and again. It was an amazing, exhilarating, intimate dance.
For a few delicious minutes, he repeated this movement, his hips rocking gently and hers mirroring his.
“Good?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Yes,” she said. “Oh yes!”
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confessed, “I’m afraid I cannot prolong our ride.” His voice sounded strained. “But if you’ll let me stay the night, we can go more slowly the second time.”
They could do it a second time in one night?This was an interesting nut of information she hadn’t known before.
“Julia, darling, reach between us and hold yourself open so you can feel me better.”
She did as he instructed. When he angled his hips, running his hard length across her sensitive nubbin, she could think of nothing at all. The next few minutes were solely the give and take of their bodies as they partook of a wickedly sensual, horizontal waltz.
He lowered onto his forearms and kissed her again. Despite the passion between them, she felt his tenderness. Parting her lips, Julia welcomed his tongue into her mouth, as he mimicked the thrusting of his hips, and she would swear she saw stars. Finding the boldness to suck his tongue in return, she heard him moan.
When her hips left the mattress to meet his, feeling desperate for release, Jasper leaned slightly to one side slipping his hand between their bodies, brushing her fingers out of the way before he stroked her throbbing bud.
As if he’d pushed a magical lever, her body tensed and her inner muscles tightened around him while her hips stilled.
Drawing in air, not realizing she’d been holding her breath, Julia arched her neck. Closing her eyes, she let her pleasure overtake her in waves, her body clenching and unclenching around his hardness.
She was still shuddering when he seated himself to the hilt and spent deep into her womb.
For a long moment after, they were both still, hearts pounding, her hands resting on his back, feeling him drawing large breaths.
When he drew out and lay beside her, he took a moment to cover them both against the winter chill that the fire never quite chased away.
“At least no one interrupted us,” she quipped, putting a hand to his cheek and stroking him endearingly.
He made a choking sound. “I cannot believe you are making a jest after what we just experienced.”
She laughed, feeling exhaustion slide through her.
Turning his face to her palm, he kissed it.
“If someonehadknocked,” Jasper said, “I couldn’t have stopped to answer the door. I don’t think I could have stopped if the house was on fire. I was randy as a goat.”
“How romantic!” she said.
This time, he laughed. She didn’t mind. She had appreciated his impersonation of a goat.
Yawning broadly, her eyelids had grown almost too heavy to hold open, but she tried.
“No covering,” she muttered.
After a puzzled moment, Jasper said, “Do you mean the sheath?” Grinning, he leaned over and kissed her.
“Never again will I need it. Such is the freedom afforded by our upcoming marriage. I, for one, enjoyed it better that way.”
“I, for two, did as well, although I only experienced it for a second the first time before my sister interrupted us. But I could readily feel your—” she yawned again “—your ... uh ... private tackle, both its heat and smoothness.”
