His mouth descended onto her again. “Yes,” he breathed. “I promise you, you can.” His grin was wicked.
He licked her again and again until her body began to thrum once more, and she fisted her hands in the sheets on either side of her hips.
His finger returned to slide inside of her and this time he angled it to press on the sensitive spot from another direction.
“Oh, God, Rhys,” she called, her head thrown back, her breasts thrust forward, her gorgeous body writhing with pleasure.
He licked her again and sucked on her nub, pressing against the sensitive spot until she called out his name, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He pulled himself up to look at her. “Are you all right, Julianna?”
“I…” She was panting, unable to breathe. “I…think so. I didn’t know that much pleasure was possible.”
His smile was smug. He nuzzled at her neck. “I want it to be good for you, my darling. Always.”
“It was good, Rhys,” she said, wiping away the tears. “So good. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s your body’s natural reaction to the release, Love.” He held her like that until her breathing returned to rights. She made a move to turn and descend down his body, but he held her against him.
“I want to please you, Rhys, the way you did me,” she said, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Tonight, Julianna, I don’t think I could take it. I want to make love to you.” He kissed her deeply. “Let me make love to you.”
She smiled at him and nodded. “By all means.”
Rhys settled her back against the pillows again and moved atop her, his body trembling.
“You’re shaking,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m nervous,” he admitted humbly. “I’ve never done this out of love before.”
Julianna’s heart nearly exploded. For a proud man like Rhys to admit something like that to her meant more than anything else. She cupped his face in her hands. She might be a virgin, but he was too in a way. “I love you, Rhys. Make me yours.”
His cock probed between her legs and Rhys held his breath as he slid into Julianna’s wet warmth. Nothing in his entire life had prepared him for the riot of emotions he felt as he finally joined his body with hers. Sex had always just been a physical act before. Now that he was doing it out of love, it was so much more.
He slid all the way in to the hilt and opened his eyes to search her face. “Did I hurt you, Julianna?”
“Not at all,” she assured him, a wide smile on her face.
He leaned down and kissed her with all the love and lust he felt for her. Then, he began to move.
He stroked slowly at first, allowing her body time to adjust to him. As sweat glistened on their skin, he began to stroke longer, deeper. He clenched his teeth, bracing himself against the ungodly pleasure, wanting to prolong it for her, to ensure she felt good yet again.
“Wrap your legs around me, Julianna,” he commanded.
She did so without hesitating and in that moment, one of his most erotic fantasies came true: Julianna’s perfect long legs were wrapped around him as he rode her. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, a look of pure pleasure on her face.
It was too much. His legs tensed. His thighs ached. He wanted to come so badly he hurt with the need. He moved his hand down between them, to stroke his thumb against her, intent on making her come once more.
“Rhys,” she said. “I want your pleasure.”
She’d said it in such a commanding voice, he had no choice but to obey the lady. Pulling her tight against him, he pumped into her again and again before releasing his seed in the most mind-numbing orgasm of his entire life. Then he collapsed atop her, his heart pounding, his body trembling, more satisfied than he’d ever been.
Moments passed before his breathing righted and Rhys rolled to his side, immediately pulling Julianna against him and wrapping his arms around her. “You’re mine,” he breathed. “And I’m yours.”
“Forever,” she replied, kissing his forearm.
They laid like that for several minutes, both basking in the glow of their lovemaking before Julianna finally pulled out of his arms and pushed herself up against the pillows next to him.
