The space inside her that had been taken up by grief flooded with desire. Throbbing waves went through her, down her thighs, across her breasts. She changed her position and lifted her shift enough to straddle his lap, sinking down onto his lap.
She heard a moan deep in his throat. At first, it thrilled her, but then she remembered his injury. “Have I hurt you?” She pulled back suddenly, looking over his injuries.
“No,” he laughed, keeping a firm grip on her hips.
“No?” she said, this time teasing. She rocked her body forward, sliding herself across his length.
Michel groaned and pushed up between her legs. The hardness of him pressed against the sensitive spot between her legs, separated from him by just a few layers of fabric. It caused her to gasp and brace herself with her hands on his chest.
“Should I stop?” she teased. “We can wait until you are healed.”
Michel’s eyes snapped onto her, and he gripped the back of her head. “Eve, I could have lost a leg today, and this would still be the only thing I wanted.”
She grinned and pressed against him, her lips against his. “You deserve everything you want.”
“EverythingI want?” he rasped, nuzzling into her neck, his hands running along her thighs. “Are you sure?”
She made an affirmative noise, his breath tickling her skin.
“Take off your dress,” he said, and his want thickened the words.
She reached down to pull her shift up over her head.
“Mon Dieu,” he hissed between his teeth. With one hand around her back, the other came up to grip her breast.
Eve’s body trembled at the sensation, and she leaned in to feel more. His lips came down, his tongue tracing patterns. Then his teeth were on her flesh, pulling and sucking the nubbed skin into his mouth, while his hands squeezed her other breast possessively. Eve groaned and rocked her body against his even more firmly, the feelings he created in her breasts making the spot between her legs beg for more friction.
“Yes,” she said. She felt that wonderful feeling again that brewed between her legs and made her stomach go tight. She slid herself up the thick rod of him, believing that she could orgasm from just this contact. She shifted her body to get up higher, climbing him, claiming him…and kneed him right in his wounded side.
“Ah,” Michel made a sound and jerked as he released her breast from his mouth.
Eve froze. “I’m sorry,” she gasped. “Did I hurt you?” She shifted to check his bandages.
Michel grabbed her arm, pulling her back in place. “No,” he said. “A little.” He laughed. “Eve,” he spoke, turning serious again, commanding. “Take these off.”
“Yes,” she said, her breath gone, unable to deny him or herself.
She raised herself up. He pulled down her drawers, slipping them past her knees.
His hands came up her body, then moved up her thighs, up her backside. He wrapped an arm around her, lifting her to pull down his own undergarments.
He struggled with them, but he couldn’t balance her and lift himself with his injury. “Help.” He chuckled. “I need help.”
Eve grinned. “I can do that.”
She stripped him, getting all their remaining clothing off. She’d waited too long to share this with him, this piece of her, all of her pieces. She spread her legs over him again, her body aching for contact, and she felt the press of him against her slippery skin, the slick contact causing her to gasp. He pulled her in to kiss her. She whimpered as he humped up to slide against her.
“Mon Dieu,” he said, the words deep. Then he paused, sobering. “Eve,” he whispered, pulling back. “Is this alright? I don’t want that you feel obligated?—”
“Michel,” she put her hands on his cheeks. “I’ve never wanted anything more. This is my choice, and I’m grateful for it.”
She kissed him, and his arms were around her. There was nothing left to argue.
She was ready for more, though she wasn’t sure what came next. She looked down to where they touched, the pressure building enough to break her, not quite knowing how to connect them. She knew there should be more to it, but she didn’t know what to do. Would it enter her by itself? Could he move the thing on its own?
Before she could question the ways of coupling anymore, Michel grabbed himself with his hand, positioned her, and thrust upward, in a move that said he was unable to wait any longer. Eve gasped with surprise and pleasure as her body jerked involuntarily. She had thought to feel more pain, but there was only a sharp spike and then nothing but pure pleasure. Her head fell back, her skin sparked with desire, her breath came in hungry gasps, and her hands gripped her breasts. She couldn’t imagine a better feeling.
Then Michel pulled her down onto him, thrusting upwards again, and Eve realized he hadn’t even been fully inside her. This time, the pleasure repeated, compounded. She gasped and caught herself on his chest. And when Michel thrust up the third time, he hit a spot inside her, so deep she didn’t even know it existed, and the orgasm took her instantly. It caused her to cry out and convulse, leaving her almost unable to control her movements.
