He kissed down the velvet softness of her chest, stopping when he reached the silken patch of skin between the swells of her breasts. He withdrew his fingers from her cunny so he could leverage himself on his uninjured arm, free of pain, and kissed the perfect roundness of her breast. Her nipple was pink and perfect, hard and calling to him, begging for his mouth. He sucked the stiff peak, then swirled his tongue over her, and she moaned, rocking beneath him.
His.
He nipped her lightly, the ferocity of his need making him catch her hungry nipple between his teeth and tug until she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair and her back bowing from the bed. He tormented the both of them a bit more before raising his head to drink in the sight of her, naked and flushed and wanting. She presented a delectable offering, all smooth skin and beautiful curves, pink and feminine and so beautiful, she made his cock weep.
But this was only the beginning.
There was more he wanted.
So much more.
He dragged his lips down her stomach, all the way to the heart of her. When her thighs parted, revealing her pink, glistening depths to him, a bolt of desire so potent that he nearly unmanned himself right then slammed into him. He bowed his head, opened her folds, and sucked her pearl.
She cried out, bucking against him. She was musky and sweet on his tongue, and he took his time devouring her with slow, long licks. Listening to the sensual sounds she made—her mewls and gasps and hitches of breath—he drove them both into a frenzy.
When she reached her pinnacle, crying out as she shuddered beneath him, he knew he could not maintain his restraint for much longer. He rose over her, careful to leverage his body on his good arm, and rolled his hips against hers. Teasing, testing.
She was so slick, his cock glanced over her folds, sending desire roaring through him. The need to be inside her consumed him, and in that moment, he swore he would forego air just to join his body to hers. Rubbing the head of his prick over her seam, he took in her loveliness. Her auburn hair was wild on the pillow, framing her face in a tangle of luxurious curls. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed, eyes almost gray.
“Caro, my darling, my love.” The words were torn from him, his heart pounding fast, his body aflame. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you naked beneath me.”
“Make me yours,” she murmured, reaching for him, careful to avoid the scarred yet healing flesh that still pained him.
Her caress traveled over his shoulders, down his arms, over his chest. He could not resist dipping his head and taking her mouth. She kissed him with wild abandon, dragging him nearer to the edge, closer to losing control.
He sucked on the fullness of her lower lip before raising his head. “Are you ready for me, darling? I can’t wait.”
“Always.”
Gripping his cock, he guided himself to her entrance. It was strange how he had forgotten so much of himself, but this, making love to Caro, was elemental. Natural, easy,right.
Perfection.
In the dim corners of his mind, he recalled a woman’s first time could cause her pain. Though how he knew that, he could not say.
Slowly, he told himself.Gently.
He allowed himself a shallow thrust, then paused as she stiffened beneath him. She was incredibly tight, and he was trapped in her slick heat, but not nearly as deep as he wanted—needed—to be.
He kissed her tenderly, then toyed with the responsive bud of her sex, gratified at her sigh of pleasure. She moved beneath him, hips tipping upward, seeking. He broke the kiss as white-hot desire shot down his spine.
“How are you, love? Shall I go on?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
“If you don’t go on, I’ll die,” she murmured.
He grinned, her words taking him by surprise. “We can’t have that happen, can we?”
He moved again, thrusting deeper. She clamped on him, her body undulating against his, spurring him on. The tension in her began to fade as he swirled tantalizing circles over her nub. Wetness urged him deeper.
Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders. He kissed her again as he finally seated himself deep. Her drenched cunny around him was the most glorious sensation he had ever experienced. Tentatively, he began a rhythm, sliding in and out of her, making certain to continue torturing her pearl and break their kisses to suckle her nipples.
When she seized on him, her body stiffening as another release claimed her, she moaned. He swallowed the sound with his kiss and groaned into her mouth as he moved faster, deeper, harder, spurred on by the way her channel milked his cock. Another instinct rose in him, reminding him he needed to avoid spending within her. But the sensation was too divine, and it had been far too long since he had experienced such pleasure.
His ballocks tightened, and he exploded, his seed pouring from him, filling her before he could withdraw. The rush of bliss showered over him like sparks from a raging fire. Hot, beyond control, dangerous.
In the dizzying wake of their union, he collapsed against her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. He felt as if he had just found the part of himself that had been missing. The emotions buzzing through him were incredible, unlike any he had experienced since waking up without a memory. He felt…whole.
How fortunate he was to have found his way to Caro, his own guardian angel. He did not think he had ever experienced such happiness, such a feeling of belonging, as if he were doing exactly what he was meant to do. Mayhap their meeting had been preordained. It certainly felt as if a higher power had guided them together.
