“And what?” Thea teased. Her finger circled the last button, making him mad with wanting. His cock jumped each time she brushed her finger against the fabric. How in the hell did this innocent young woman know so instinctively how to tease him?
He took another long, shuddering breath and began his sentence again. “And I may very well unman myself if you don’t hurry, love.”
“I don’t know what that means,” she replied, pulling the final button through the final hole. “But it sounds like something that should be avoided at all costs.”
“It should,” he murmured, his breath coming in panting gasps as she pulled the fall of the breeches away to reveal his throbbing cock.
“God, Thea, touch me, please,” he begged.
The light flutter of her fingers against him made him clench his jaw so hard it hurt. She brushed her fingers over him before they fluttered away.
“Harder, please. Squeeze me.” He closed his eyes.
Her fist wrapped around him and Ewan forgot to breathe. She gripped his cock in her palm and it was a pleasure unlike any he’d known before. How did her simple touch do such things to him? “Stroke me,” he pleaded.
Her hand moved up and down his length and Ewan’s lips fell open. He sat there braced on his elbows while Thea made his entire body shudder. He allowed the exquisite torture for a few more agonizing moments before he grabbed her fist and pulled it from him, before leaning down to practically rip the breeches from his legs. He tossed the garment aside and took control once more, rolling Thea onto her back and covering her with the length of his body. His hard planes meshed with her soft curves. His mouth found hers again and their tongues tangled as Thea wrapped her arms around his neck and fit her gloriously naked body intimately against his.
Ewan groaned at the contact.
He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “That’s the part of me that will be inside of you. I want you so badly.”
She glanced down at him, biting her lip. “Are you certain I shouldn’t worry?”
Ewan chuckled. How did this woman make him laugh in the middle of making him mad with lust? It was an unexpected combination to be certain and one he quite enjoyed.
“Your body will expand for me. And the wetness will help,” he murmured.
She nodded and took a deep breath. “All right.”
Ewan closed his eyes and found her lips again in the darkness. She was trusting him. Trusting him to tell her the truth, trusting him with her body. Trusting him completely. He would not betray her trust.
He moved his hand down between her legs once more to ensure she was still ready for him. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck and closed her eyes tightly. He probed at her wet warmth before using his hand to guide his cock inside. He pushed in slightly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Are you all right?” he asked, clenching his jaw against the unholy torture of being partially inside her and having to wait.
“Yes.” She nodded but she didn’t open her eyes. Her throat worked. He kissed it.
He pushed in a bit farther, clenching his jaw even harder. If Thea had opened her eyes, she would have seen exactly how difficult a struggle it was for him. “All right?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.
She nodded again.
He pushed himself in to the hilt and remained still, gasping against his body’s urge to move.
Thea’s eyes flew open.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, showering small kisses along her cheeks, hoping against hope that it hadn’t been too awful.
“No.” She shook her head. She moved a little, making him gasp. “It … it just feels so … wonderful.” She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck again.
She lurched against him, sliding against his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” Ewan swore under his breath.
But it was all the encouragement he needed to continue. He pulled out slowly and slid back inside, once, twice, waiting for any sign that he was hurting her. When he knew she was all right, he pumped into her over and over, hard and fast but nottoohard, nottoofast—there would be time for that sort of lovemaking later.
Using his thumb to rub her again, he forced himself to slow his pace while he built her lust, circling the nub between her folds until he felt her thighs go tense. Her head began tossing back and forth on the mattress and she clawed at his back, making whimpering, pleading noises in the back of her throat. It took every ounce of self-control he had, but Ewan waited until she came again beneath him, her back arching so that her breasts pressed against his chest. The muscles inside her clenched him unmercifully as he steadily thrust into her again and again, his own climax building to such a force that he pushed himself inside of her once last time and shuddered into her hot wetness, a ragged groan torn from his throat.
His weight collapsed on her for only a moment before he rolled to the side, taking her with him and cradling her against his chest, his heartbeat thundering beneath his ribs. He held her tightly against him as the sweat on his skin dried and he tried to remember his own name. Never in his life had he experienced an orgasm like that.
“You felt the same thing I felt earlier, didn’t you?” she asked, a smile filled with what could only be pride resting on her full sultry lips.
