A whimper escaped from him as he eased forward. He licked his lips and spoke with a voice hoarse from animal need and anticipation. “Phin’s going to use a little more force now, darling.”
Her green eyes stared up at him, inscrutable, but her fingers clenched into his buttocks. He pushed in a bit farther.
Heaven. Tight, sweet, warm, wet, female heaven.
And then he lost control and sank into her, all the way into her, pushing past any resistance that remained. He closed his eyes with the sheer pleasure of it. As he pulled out partially in order to thrust into her again, she raised her pelvis up with his, her quim chasing his cock. He opened his eyes.
“Oh, darling, no, can you just stay still? That’s right.” He couldn’t remember ever asking a woman to stay still before. “I’ll go slowly at first, but I want to stroke myself inside you, you understand?”
She nodded, her brows knit together.
“So sweet you are, so perfect, you’re doing so well. I have to move now, darling, but you don’t have to worry, Phin will be careful.”
You bloody better be careful. You’ll be lucky to be able to stay inside of her for a dozen strokes.
“I’ll be careful with you, darling, you lovely little thing, Caro, so good.”
Oh. Ungh. So. Ungh. Fucking. Ungh. Perfect.
He managed ten or so complete thrusts before he found himself pulling away from her delicious heat, and with one stroke of his hand, his blood-streaked cock was pulsing between her legs, barely out of her before his seed was spilling down into the linen.
And like her, the waves of pleasure rode over his body for a long time, much longer than he could ever remember a climax lasting. Not the minute or so her release had taken, but a long time, perhaps fifteen or twenty seconds, and at the end, he felt himself milked dry in a way he had not felt in years. And through it all, her hands stayed on his buttocks and he felt her eyes on him.
He drew in several deep breaths and gazed into that pair of emeralds edged with black lashes. So familiar, somehow, and yet unfathomable. Her dark brows were relaxed, no longer fierce as they had been before when he had been inside her.
“How are you, Caro? Are you all right? There’s some blood here, see, but not a great deal. You shouldn’t bleed next time and it won’t hurt as much, if at all, darling. And you don’t have to worry, I spilled outside you.”
He leaned down and kissed her between her eyebrows and then collapsed onto his stomach off to the side of her.
“Ooof. That was lovely. You are just lovely.” He put a hand over her dark maidenhair and lightly cupped her mound. “You are just lovely here.”
He yawned before he could stop himself. “Some man is going to be very lucky, darling, to get to be surrounded by that loveliness every night for the rest of his life, but don’t tell him Phin said so.”
His eyelids were so heavy. Oblivion was nigh.
“Fellows don’t like hearing that, we all like thinking we’re the only one . . .”
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Youarethe only one.Now and forever.She watched his eyes close and his face soften on the pillow next to her, his hand still on her sex, holding it possessively.
A sharp pain surged in her chest.
What nonsense was this? She should feel triumphant. She had done what she had set out to do. She had been deflowered. By him. That mystery was no more.
She chewed on her lip. He had said the next time would hurt less. It was too bad there would be no next time for her. She would have liked to have coupled with him again, to have had more time with him inside her. To have kissed more. To have sucked onhisnipples. To have rubbed her face in his chest hair, coated her face in his smell.
But she had gotten to do so much, to experience so much. Not just the actual coupling, but the kissing and his attention to her breasts and his touching of her pearl as he spoke to her.
Oh, that. That had been revelatory. His body against hers, his beautiful words flowing over her. He had not done anything with his finger that differed from what she did to herself, but how his words had induced such ecstasy in her. In truth, even now she thought she could spend without touch, just recalling what he had said to her.
She shuddered and felt a throb between her legs where his hand lay, motionless.
And she had handled and stroked his cock herself, and he had told her what she had done was lovely.
And he had saidshewas lovely, too.
The earl breathed quietly, evenly. She sat up and allowed herself to look at the back of his head. There was so much more silver there than twelve years ago. Her gaze swept down over the smooth muscles of his back, his beautifully round buttocks—were those her handprints there?—and the backs of his muscled legs with their sparse, wiry brown hair.
