Gliding his hands down the backs of her thighs, he parted her legs and urged her to bend them until she was kneeling and straddling his hips. Then he grasped her buttocks, kneading them with strong fingers as he rocked his pelvis beneath her, angling the length of his erection along her sex in a now familiar stroke.
But the material of his breeches was too rough against her sensitiveflesh.
Reclaiming just enough awareness to break the kiss, she moaned, “Remove them.”
It took just a moment for him to reach down and shimmy out of the breeches, kicking them to the floor. Then he took her bottom in his hands again and slowly, expertly guided her sex along his satiny cock.
Eleanor gasped, then moaned, then shivered from head to toe as she dropped her forehead to his.
The pleasure was overwhelming.
Smoother, hotter, and so much thicker than his fingers, his cock fit against her slick, swollen folds like silk-covered steel. Anticipation flooded her core, bringing more melting heat to her sex. The hollow ache inside her—which had been temporarily assuaged by her release—deepened and expanded.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he carefully rolled them both until she was beneath him. Then he shifted one arm to prop himself up so he could look down into her face.
The fire in his eyes—the hunger she saw there—was breathtaking. Consuming. To feel the force of such raw desire focused on her was…empowering.
“Are you certain?” he asked, his voice gruff but gentle.
Eleanor smoothed her hands up his muscled back and nodded.
“No regrets.”
She smiled and shook her head. “None.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth as he curled his forearm under her head and took her mouth in a deep tongue-thrusting kiss. As he claimed her sigh, he shifted between her spread thighs, positioning himself at her entrance.
The smooth, stretching pressure as he slowly eased forward, taking space inside her, was…stunning. And achingly wonderful. The sense of connection—of intimate vulnerability… It stopped her breath andforced a deep arch to her spine.
His lips gentled on hers and he murmured soft words of soothing praise between slow, drugging kisses as her body stretched to accept him in agonizingly measured increments.
His breath was heavy against her throat and his skin grew heated and slick with sweat.
When the full, hardness of him felt like more than she could bear, he shifted his arm beneath her low back and cupped her rear. Tilting her hips to better receive him, he withdrew from her until just the hot, throbbing tip of his erection rested at her entrance. Then he slid his tongue along hers and pushed into her once again with a raw, gravelly groan. Going farther this time, deeper, until his pubic bone pressed against hers.
The intense sensation of being filled by him combined with the hard, grinding pressure on her clitoris was astounding.
Eleanor gasped and tipped her head back.
His lips fell to her throat, then her shoulder.
It wasn’t the same pleasure he’d given her with his mouth or even his fingers, but it was deep and wonderful. The intensity of it… The acknowledgment of how their bodies were as one… It brought an odd and sudden thickness to her throat.
The unexpected emotion was swiftly dispersed when he began a slow, rocking rhythm of thrust and retreat. This created brand new sensations, awakening nerves and sparking exciting new pleasures that increased with every pump of his hips.
When he lifted his head just enough to look into her heavy-lidded eyes, she saw desire and so much more in his gaze. Everything shifted. The pleasure sunk deeper, the intensity hit harder, and the ache of yearning settled with cosmic weight around her heart.
She wrapped her arms around him and sought his mouth, needing the taste of him and the hard, solid warmth of his body. His weight was a force keeping her present as the pleasures layered deeper andbrought her ever higher toward the peak.
And then the man eased his hand between them and circled the tip of his finger over her clitoris in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. It felt as though a sudden flashing connection had been formed between all her nerves and Eleanor was lost.
The climax was explosive. Intense. Bright.
But not so much that she didn’t feel the change in him. The quickening of his thrusts. The guttural catch in his throat, then the sudden tensing of his muscles before he withdrew from her in a sudden movement to press his erection against her belly as he buried his face in the curve of her neck. His arms tightened around her and his breath was hot on her skin. But not as hot as the silken spurts of his release between them.
Eleanor struggled to catch her breath as he shuddered in her arms.
Something odd unfurled within her in that moment. Something she feared she might recognize. In a concentrated effort, despite her languid satiation, she fiercely shoved the emotion aside. She did not welcome its intrusion.
