Page 109 of Aurelia

Aurelia was grateful when he took control of the kiss, tilting her head and probing her more deeply, his tongue slick and hot as it lazily jousted with hers.

His hands closed around her waist and she was suddenly on his lap, her knees straddling him. He held her hips while slowly spreading his thighs, the action causing her own legs to open wider. And then he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, the action causing her sex to rub on something thick and hard.

The sudden bolt of pleasure was almost blinding.

And then Roland lifted his hips and grazed her again, harder this time and her eyes rolled back.

“Lift up your skirt, darling.”

Aurelia yanked at the trapped material, squirming to free it from beneath her knees. Once she had, she lowered herself, grinding against him.

They both groaned.

“Aurelia,” he whispered, his hips pulsing gently, the slight friction of the soft doeskin sending jolts of pleasure spiraling through her body. “I want to be inside you, darling.”

God help her, but she wanted that, too.

“Yes.”

He pulled back a little so they could see each other more clearly. It felt odd to be looking down at him for a change. “It will hurt you the first time.”

“I know what will happen.”

Roland chuckled softly. “Of course you do.”

Aurelia stared at him, rocking her hips just enough to make his jaw tighten. “I want it,” she said.

He held her gaze, his normally pale eye dark with desire. “I will make it less painful.” His hand nudged beneath her bunched skirts and caressed up her thigh. “I will give you an orgasm,” he said, his finger grazing lightly over her lower lips. “I will give you several—until you’re so wet and relaxed and ready to be filled that your body will welcome me.”

A thrill went through her at his erotic words and she pushed herself against his finger and hissed in a breath at the gentle friction.

His gaze was so hooded that she could barely see the mesmerizing iris.

When he finally, mercifully, circled the source of her pleasure his eye widened. “You are drenched.”

Aurelia had been aroused since the moment she’d learned he had come home. But she wasn’t going to tell him that.

His eye burned into her as he worked her slowly toward her peak, his touch far more enjoyable than her own.

Aurelia’s breathing quickened, her hips pulsing as she stared into him, letting him see the raw need that consumed her.

“Yes,” he murmured, breathing through parted lips as she began to shake, a wave of want swamping her body. It was too much. It was not enough. It was…

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Aurelia exploded, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as a powerful contraction squeezed every muscle in her body.

And then he slid his finger into her convulsing sheath and she lost the battle with control, her cry mingling with the storm that raged beyond the window.

***

Wonder, joy, and sensual bliss spasmed across Aurelia’s normally reserved face as her tight cunt closed around Roland’s finger again and again and again, soaking his hand with her release.

Her eyelids had fluttered shut when her climax struck, but they lifted slowly, heavily, as the contractions diminished. She was breathing heavily, her face slack and sensual. All too soon she began to collect her wits and recall where she was and what she had just done.

But instead of scrambling off him as Roland had feared, a look of resolve settled on her face and one of her hands slid down his shoulder and over his chest and belly, before settling on the obscene bulge in his leathers.

Roland groaned as she did her best to stroke him, which was awkward given the position of their bodies.