“No, not yet. Please hurry though. I don’t like waiting for pain.”
“In my own time, Lady Sarah,” he said, and she could swear he was smiling.
Should he be so amused?
He slowly withdrew again, and this time, her body recognized the pattern. She arched up as if to follow his withdrawal, then subsided when he entered her again.
She couldn’t think, all her mind’s ability pinned to his movements. He kissed her and licked her. She followed him when he pulled back, as if he had somehow linked them with the power of his mouth.
She wasn’t feeling as stretched as before. Instead, she felt as if she fit him perfectly. Sarah flattened her hands on his buttocks, and when he would have left her, she pulled him closer and wiggled beneath him.
Should he really be swearing at this moment?
She forgot about his manners a second later, because he entered her faster this time and the next. Every time he pressed up against her at the ending of his strokes, the sensation of lightning traveling through her almost ripped her in two.
His skin was growing damp, his breath as ragged as hers, and she couldn’t help but wonder if his heart was also racing frantically.
He held himself nearly out of her, supporting his weight on his hands.
“No pain, Sarah?”
“No,” she said. Had she failed in some elemental way? “And you?”
“More than you could imagine,” he said.
Had he somehow taken her pain?
He lowered his body and began stroking again, faster and faster, increasing the pace until she had no choice but to grip his waist and allow her body to do as it wanted. Her mind was left to make some sense of copulation.
He made a sound between his teeth and suddenly collapsed atop her, his head on the pillow next to hers.
A few minutes later, he turned his head. His breath fanned across her cheek. If she moved just so, she would be within kissing range of him. He didn’t seem in a kissing mood, however, since he rolled to his side and propped his head up on his hand.
“How do you feel?” he asked softly.
“Well, thank you.”
Should it be this difficult to converse with him? She couldn’t help but remember that his hands had been everywhere on her body, not to mention his member deep inside.
“No pain?”
She shook her head before realizing he probably couldn’t see her. “No, no pain. Just a little discomfort,” she said. “You’re very large, you know.”
He didn’t answer her, just bent closer and nipped at her ear with his teeth—such a surprising gesture that she jumped.
“What else do you feel?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“A feeling as if you can’t quite catch your breath?”
“I seem to be a little out of sorts,” she finally admitted.
“Are you?”
She nodded, then substituted a word for the gesture. “Yes.”
One hand stroked over a breast, hovered just lightly over a stiff nipple, then moved to her stomach.
