Their kiss deepened until he was pouring himself into her and she was responding just as urgently. She kissed him with a desperation that he felt all the way down his spine, a desperation that matched his. He needed to be inside her. To feel her around him, holding him inside her body.
Tor rolled, carefully guarding Keely’s hurt arm as he spun her under him. The thin shirt between them did nothing to dampen the heat of her body against his, but he wanted it gone, wanted his skin touching hers. He tugged it up, loving how she arched her back to help him as he pulled it over her head.
He knelt between her legs, settling back onto his heels, and paused, looking down at her, letting the knowledge that she was truly his filter into his heart. Letting his eyes run slowly over her heavy breasts, pale belly, the red patch of hair at the junction of her thighs.
She bit her lip, the blush on her cheeks darkening as she sucked in a shaky breath and he rested his hands on her thighs. “Bend your legs.”
Keely let out her breath in a whoosh, her eyelids fluttering closed, but she bent her legs. Gods, she was so beautiful. Soft and pink and glorious. He could smell her arousal, and he wanted to push his tongue inside her and taste. But he wanted this first.
He ran the back of his knuckles up the inside of Keely’s thigh to her groin and then skated over her mound, so lightly he knew she would only just feel him pass. He tugged gently on the tight curls before gliding his other hand up the inside of the opposite leg, scraping gently with his nails. He continued the motion; warm fingers on one thigh, nails on the other, alternating sensations, with light teasing touches over her clit.
Her breathing deepened and her nipples pebbled into tight buds. “Bard…. Tor.”
He was so hard that he ached. The desire to take himself in his fist was almost overwhelming, but he controlled it. Instead, he leaned forward to breathe against her center, letting his hands settle over her hip bones, his thumbs in the hollows of her groin.
She whimpered, her hips twitching up, but he wanted to take his time. To feel the smooth softness of her skin, the heat of her body, to see her pulse jumping in her neck as her breath shuddered.
“Tor… I don’t. I’ve never—”
“You’ve never what?”
She shivered. “I’ve never been so….” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “You’re looking at me.”
Ah. He understood. She’d been young, and so had her lover. They would have been hurried and inexperienced. He liked that he could give her this. Gods. He liked it a lot.
“I am looking at you. I like seeing you all laid out for me. And you will let me take a bite, won’t you, Keely?”
She nodded, her teeth sinking into her lip.
“Say the words then.”
“Yes, Tor. Please.”
“Put your hands on the headboard and keep them there.”
She lifted her hands behind her to press against the wood, lifting her breasts like an offering. And he couldn’t help but take it.
He leaned over her, resting a hand beside her for balance, and then took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing at the same time as skating his other hand down, parting her folds with his fingers and finding her clit. She was so wet and swollen, her breath coming in rough pants.
She shuddered but didn’t move her hands, even as he bit down gently on her nipple and tugged, and then ran soothing kisses over her breast to the other side.
He used her wetness to slide over her folds, spreading her, exploring the sensitive inner skin and swirling back up to her clit. Keely whimpered, shifting beneath him restlessly, and he let his fingers dip inside her, not moving, hardly more than fingertips inside her entrance as he ran a string of stinging nips over her breasts and collarbones to finally find her neck.
He sucked the delicate flesh of her throat into his mouth, sinking his fingers inside her at the same time in one long, slow movement. Then slowly out.
She shuddered, lifting her hips as he dragged his mouth up her throat and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he curled his fingers and found that rough, swollen area on her front wall, and stroked.
She spasmed up, gasping into his mouth, and he rubbed her again, fucking her with his fingers until she was panting, hovering right on the edge. Then he dragged his fingers out to wrap them around his aching cock, bringing it to her entrance and paused. Waiting for her.
Her eyes opened, pupils blown wide, her hands leaving the headboard to rest on his shoulders. “I want… Bard, I want you. Please, Tor.”
He pushed inside her desperately slowly. So slowly that he could feel her inner muscles stretching to take him, gripping him. Her chest rose and fell below him while her pulse shuddered above the reddening mark he’d left on her neck.
He held himself over her, not moving. Absorbing every detail that was Keely. Feeling her twitching under him, the way she groaned as she wrapped her legs around him. Long slow moments of heat and pleasure as her body rippled around his.
“Please move. Tor. I—” Her voice broke.
“Anything, Keely,” he whispered. “You must know that now, I’ll give you anything. Tell me you understand.”
