A low sound in her ear. “Not here.” Here, anywhere, she did not care. They moved, she did not know how. Still entwined, still sharing fevered holds and hard, deep kisses, like a whirlwind they spun up-stairs, slamming against walls, fumbling with garments, blind with impatience.
Joy when her dress loosened halfway up the second flight of stairs. Euphoria when he pressed her to the stairwell wall and pulled down dress, chemise, and stays until his warm hand could touch her breasts again.Yes,as she knew that pleasure once more, so much better than in her memory.Yes, when his head lowered and his tongue flicked.
She could no longer walk with the dress sagging low. He lifted her in his arms and carried her the rest of the way, to a bedchamber white and brown and spare.
He sat on the edge of the bed and set her on her feet in front of him. She found herself looking down into dark eyes and a face transformed by passion. Hard. Hot. A spiral of need spun through her, down to her vulva.
He pushed her garments down her hips and made quick work of her stays’ lacing. Her dress and chemise fell down her legs, and the stays flew through the air, leaving her naked in front of him.
His hands and gaze moved down her body, from her shoulders to her knees. “You are beautiful, Eva.” He pulled her closer, between his thighs, one hand on her bottom and the other on her back, and kissed her so passionately that her kneesalmost buckled. Then his mouth moved to her breasts. Tongue and teeth began devastating arousals, while his caresses claimed her hips and thighs, her bottom and back. All of her. A sensual stupor engulfed her. The need pulsed more and more, aching and wanting. A frantic yearning entered her euphoria. It grew until it absorbed the pleasure within itself.
His hand slid between her thighs. He touched her at the center of her desire, where all the sensations collected and pulsed. She cried out from the intensity, and almost pulled away. He held her so she could not, while he touched her again with a long stroke.
A compelling union of pleasure and excruciating need maddened her. He lifted her and set her on his knees facing him, her legs straddling his. She looked down as his hand again stroked her, only now she was open to him. Shockingly so. Before she closed her eyes to contain the delirium, she saw he was looking down there too.
She almost wept. She begged with a series of pleas, for mercy, for something. “Soon. Very soon,” he said.
His hand moved again. A caress sent her reeling. “You will know this now, because I cannot be sure you will when I take you.”
He pressed her forward, against his chest. He embraced her there while he deliberately made her madness worse and worse, until she thought she would scream.
Then she did scream, right into his shoulder, as all the need burst apart and exquisite sensations flowed out of it. She lost all other sense in that moment, and only reclaimed herself slowly while she sagged, naked and astonished, in his arms.
She did not know how long they sat like that, with her limp in his arms while that glory echoed in her. Finally he stood, turned, and put her on the bed.
***
Gareth stripped off his clothes and joined Eva in bed. She still lulled in a stupor, but not so much that she had not watched him undress.
“Come here.” He reached for her. “Here, like this.” He positioned her on her back, on top of him, her head against his shoulder and her body exposed to the air, his gaze, and his hands.
She flailed a little, surprised at being propped like this. He nuzzled her head and caressed down her sides until she allowed herself to sink against him. That caused her bottom to press his erection. Up her hips went, abruptly. Down they came again, carefully testing, as shock gave way to curiosity. She shifted so she nestled him between her thighs. He moved her slightly again so the tip of his cock pressed her mound.
She squirmed just enough to make a spike of feral craving obliterate his thoughts. “You really are wicked,” she said. She arched sensuously against him.
He kissed her shoulder and face. Her breasts rose higher, round and firm, their dark tips tight again. He lightly skimmed them with his thumbs, and she all but levitated. He feathered caresses on the tips again. She grasped the sheet on either side of his hips and twisted the fabric in her fists.
He continued teasing her while desire re-inflamed her. She rocked against him, her thighs caressing his cock and her mound pressing its head. He hardened and swelled even more. His hunger took on a ferocious edge.
He found enough control to avoid ravishing her at once.Carefully. Slowly. A few threads of sanity chanted his better intentions, but erotic images entered his head, goading him.
He rolled her off, onto the bed, on her stomach. He rose up on an arm so he could look at her while he caressed her back and bottom. He imagined her rising to her knees—
Her head lifted, as if she saw his mind. He kissed her in reassurance and smoothed his hand over her curves. “Allow yourself to accept the pleasure, Eva. Think of nothing else.”
She returned to hugging the mattress. Slow kisses down her spine had her breath quickening again. A small moan of delight sounded when his caress traced the cleft of her bottom, then lower and deeper between her legs. He stroked her still swollen, soft folds and she moaned again and again, descending once more into abandon.
His own pleasure sharpened, taking power from how he controlled her now. He touched very specifically and she cried out. Her hand instantly covered her mouth. He touched again, deliberately, and that hand barely muffled her next cry.
“No one can hear you except me, Eva. Do not try to deny what you are experiencing.”
Eyes closed and face softened from passion’s command of her, she half shook her head. “It is so wonderful it is frightening. Shocking. Outrageous that you watch me while once more I—while I—”
He stroked deeply and her bottom rose up to allow him better reach. “While you give yourself over to pleasure, and to me?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to stop?”
