When he kissed the inside of her knee, she made a sound of pure exasperation.
“Is this really how it’s done because it seems more like torment than pleasure?”
He smiled against her skin and continued. After he worshipped her slender ankle and made his way up her other leg, she was fisting the sheets. And as he approached her mound again, she started to move sideways, putting the part of her most needing his attention directly into his path.
He certainly wouldn’t disappoint a lady. Settling between her thighs, he gently parted the soft folds and touched his tongue to her bud, making her jump slightly, before he began to stroke it in earnest. Serena sighed and relaxed into the sensation until he flicked his tongue across her nubbin and her body tensed again.
She was already close, and Malcolm was determined to let her find her satisfaction before he did anything that might cause her a whit of pain.
To that end, he continued a steady rhythm with his tongue while she gasped and then expelled her breath, alternately moaning and falling silent. Finally, she raised her hips, straining against his mouth, as he increased the pressure and the speed of his caresses.
A husky exclamation burst from her lips as she found her release. Then she stilled.
“Oh my!” she said, her eyes still closed. “That was even better than the first time. But what about you?”
What about him?He felt like a stallion at its first stud as he rose over her and nudged her legs farther apart. Taking note of her languid state, he pressed his staff to her entrance, and her eyes popped open.
Instead of seeing fright in her green gaze, however, she appeared blatantly curious, trying to look down between their bodies. He nudged inside of her, pleased to find her slick with her own satisfied desire, but hopeful he could raise her level of passion for a second time.
Slowly, he pushed forward, feeling his cock instantly coated with her honey. Despite going slowly, he had her full attention when he breached her maidenhead, causing her to stiffen slightly.
Hesitating, he asked, “Was it terrible?”
“No,” she said. “Was that it?”
“That was the worst,” he assured her.
“Then proceed,” she encouraged him, and he did.
Soon, seated fully inside her, he dropped a kiss onto her upturned lips, letting his tongue mimic the movements of his shaft for a few delicious strokes. Then pushing himself up, a palm on either side of her, he levered his body so he could look down at her beauty while pleasuring her.
To his delight, she kept her eyes open, looking into his as they danced back and forth, a rolling movement of tantalizing thrusting and withdrawing. He felt the sheen of sweat across his back, and came down onto his forearms so he could trace his tongue across her glorious collarbone.
Closing her eyes, she arched her neck and appeared to be climbing to a climax yet again. Her tight heat sheathed him like a glove, and he felt his own satisfaction barreling toward him with no way to slow it down.
Leaning on one elbow and reaching between them, he caressed the sweet nubbin that held the key to her release.
“Ohh,”she cried out. And then her woman’s passage clamped around his arousal, squeezing and stroking him until the powerful sensation low in his spine took over. He spent in short, hard thrusts deep inside her.
As a gentleman, he made sure to collapse beside Serena before tucking her body into the curve of his. Both of them exhausted from the long hours on the road and their heart-racing swiving, he felt her fall asleep before he did.
When he awakened, they were still in the same position. Malcolm couldn’t recall having slept so well in years. It was past dawn, but still early enough they didn’t have to jump up and hurry onto the infernal hard wagon seat for the remainder of their journey.
Against him, her soft, warm body felt like bliss, and he dropped a kiss upon her glorious copper-colored hair. Everything was perfect, although he was fairly certain his right arm was paralyzed from being under her for hours, and his neck was exceedingly stiff.
Other parts of him were growing stiff, too, just from looking down on his lovely lady. And she washis, all of her. She’d given herself to him, and he would never give her back.
Malcolm ran a hand gently over the curve of her hip, and she stirred.
“Time to awaken,” he said, leaning down to nibble her earlobe.
Stretching, she gazed up at him with sleepy, verdant eyes, and he would swear she had a look of tenderness matching what he felt in his own heart.
“Thank you for last night,” he said. “You are perfect.”
Her eyes widened. He supposed she hadn’t expected him to begin a declaration before coffee or chocolate.
“I know you think we don’t know each other very well, but everything I do know about you, Serena Renault, suits me more than any other female I’ve ever met.”
