Raising his head, he nuzzled her face with his nose and traced kisses along her jaw, while his fingers wreaked havoc between her legs. The tingling heat was so sharp it almost hurt. She gasped as his fingertips found a spot so intensely pleasurable it made her feel faint. “Oh! Oh!” she moaned, her hips bucking and her body shivering.
“Have you ever climaxed, Annis?” he asked gravelly and low.
“O-only in my sleep!” she gasped, her face flushing.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned. “You’ve never done this to yourself?”
“No! I was taught it was a sin...” She gasped again as his fingers continued to trace a scalding path between her lips.
“You’ve never had anything inside you?” he asked raspy, growly, deep. “No fingers, candlesticks, tongues, orcocks!” He made the last sound so absolutely filthy she blushed fiery red.
“Candlesticks?” she gasped, bewildered.
He chuckled. “Some girls use them as dildos sweetheart. A substitute for a man’s cock”
“I never have—not anything!”
“Can I put my fingers inside you, Annis?” he whispered, nibbling on her ear lobe.
“Yes, yes, anything...” she almost sobbed. His sliding, slippery touch was driving her to madness.
“Just fingers for tonight, darling,” he murmured. “The rest will keep.”
“Oh!” She subsided back against the pillows, then jerked up again with a whimpering moan as he slid a finger inside her.
“An aroused woman likes the feeling of something long and hard inside her,” he said low and rumbly. “Conversely, if she’s not aroused, it isn’t pleasant.”
“Ah huh!” she nodded, panting, as his finger slid in and out in a mesmerizing rhythm. His thumb stroked that sensitive spot again, and she almost leaped off the bed. She clutched the sheets, her hips bucking, and she wailed, “Emrys!”
“Yes, sweet Annis, that’s it, let go and fly. It will feel so good, sweetheart. Just let it happen,” he murmured, finding a nipple and sucking hard.
A bolt of pleasure jolted through her as his thumb traced round and round, and he added a second finger to the first inside her, increasing the pace and sending the pleasure spiraling upward to an impossible peak.
“Ah!” A sound between a groan and a gasp escaped her as the pleasure exploded and sent a thousand rainbow tingles throughher body in a pulsing wave of bliss, flowing outward from the place where his hand was weaving magic.
“Oh, oh, oh.” She cascaded down the slope and collapsed in a limp heap on the mattress.
He withdrew his fingers and cupped her gently, pressing a kiss against her neck. “You’re so beautiful when you come apart,” he murmured.
She blinked, gazing at him dazedly.
“Sleep,” he said softly.
“But don’t you want to . . .”
“You need sleep,” he said gently and tucked her in against his chest. And truth to tell she was too relaxed and weary to argue. She nuzzled into him, and she was soon asleep.
*
Emrys lay besideher listening to her breathing as she slipped over the border into slumber. His groin was hot and achy, but he ignored it until he was sure she was fast asleep. Then he unbuttoned his falls and released his rigid, throbbing cock.Fuck!He swore under his breath with relief, the last hour had been an exquisite form of torture. He spat on his palm and took himself in hand, stroking firmly, stifling the groans that rose in his throat, trying to keep his body as still as possible so as not to wake her.
His mind ran back over everything he had done to her and the exquisite touch, taste, and smell of her. Her innocent reactions, the feel of her soft round breasts in his hands, her jutting nipples, the wetness between her legs. It took all of a few minutes to reach his peak and he gasped softly, his mouth gaping in a silent groan, his head flung back into the pillow as pleasure flooded his body and his seed spurted all over his belly.
He used the sheet to clean himself up and then rearranged the bedclothes round them, snuggling into her warm body.
She felt very different to Caro, who had been tiny. He’d always felt clumsy and big beside her, afraid of hurting her or breaking her; afraid of overwhelming her with his passion, if he was really honest. He’d worshipped her, but he’d been afraid of letting loose the really earthy side of himself in front of her. He kept that to his imagination and solo sessions with his hand. He had the feeling that he wouldn’t need to do that with Annis, provided she’d consent to be his wife. Once he got her accustomed to the full deed, Annis, he thought with satisfaction, might like his wolfish side. He was certainly looking forward to educating her in all the ways a man and woman could pleasure each other.
He closed his eyes, snugging her close, breathing in her lovely scent. All the worrying things she had told him tonight seemed to matter very little in the face of the physical comfort of her body. For the first time in months, possibly in years—he realized with a shock—he didn’t feel lonely.
