Eloise scooted closer to the edge of the bed. With two fingers, she traced a line across his stomach, just above the waistband. He hissed and plunged his hands into her hair, entwining his fingers in the curls that had hung loose and tangled as they slept. The gentle tugs against her scalp were both alluring and sensual, spurring her on. She released the buttons on the placket, and it fell open, letting his trousers sag low on his hips. Eloise kissed the tender flesh in the hollow of his pelvis and pushed the fabric down.
She looked up at him with a mischievous smile as his erection slid free of his clothes. “So whatever problem you had last night has been alleviated?”
He tightened his grip in her hair, and his eyes darkened to a lustrous gray. “I said that had nothing to do with you.”
Eloise closed one hand around the base and nuzzled him, pressing her cheek against the shaft. Robert’s breath hitched, and he released her hair, pushing away from her. She pouted her disappointment, and he laughed. “Believe me, I am not going anywhere.” He shucked off the pants, then crawled onto the bed, moving around her, and stacking a mound of pillows against the headboard. He settled against them, back braced and his long legs stretched before him.
He motioned for her. Following his guidance, Eloise sat astride him, her legs bent and her knees next to his hips. Her weight rested on his thighs, and Robert ran his hands down her arms and lifted her hands to his lips. “I want to see you. I want to touch all of you. But I want to start with this.”
He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body. Eloise responded, slipping her hands up and over his shoulders. He kissed her neck, then rested his head on her shoulder, his arms slowly tightening into the firmest, most powerful hug she had ever felt. Sighing, Eloise melded against him, her body leaning into his. His warmth flowed through her, his strength reassuring and calming. Eloise felt all her tension slide away.
Robert did not move for a long moment, then he loosened his grip and stroked through her hair with one hand. Not sensuously this time, more like the comforting touch of a friend.
A friend who was naked and quite aroused beneath her, but a friend nonetheless.
“We need this as well,” he whispered as he brushed her lips with a quick kiss.
“But you like both?”
“Oh, yes. Most definitely. Do you not also enjoy both?”
“Most definitely.”
Smiling, Robert raised her hands again, kissed her fingers, then slid them down his chest to his groin, where she eagerly closed both on his engorged cock. His breath came in short gasps as she stroked him, and he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, this one a long, slow exploration of her mouth that grew ever more feverish and demanding until Eloise could barely catch her breath. She felt her own arousal surging, and her grip on him tightened, almost on pure impulse. Robert gasped and broke the kiss, pulling her hands away.
Startled, Eloise gaped at him, mortified. “Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head vigorously—“No”—then he grinned—“Not yet.” He pushed her arms backward. “Lean back. Brace on your arms.”
She did, feeling strangely exposed. “What—”
“Close your eyes.”
As she did, Eloise felt the light touch of his fingers on her neck, her lips, her shoulders.
“I love touching you,” he whispered, his hand flattening on her sides and rubbing slowly, firmly, up toward her breasts. The hard pressure of his palms against her nipples sent a wave of pleasure through her and she arched against them. His hand closed on them, massaging deep as the buds hardened. When his fingers closed on the tips, a small cry burst from her throat, and her hips undulated against him, her moistness growing.
As he continued to squeeze and massage one breast, he inserted the other hand between them, spreading her sensitive folds, his thumb brushing over the nub at the top of her sex, a sensation that shot a fire of pleasure up her body. Eloise moaned, feeling the pure exhilaration of her peak expanding wildly as he slipped one finger inside her.
“Yes!” The whispered exclamation, the thrill that spike through her, made her crave even more of him—all of him. She rocked forward, reaching for him.
Robert grabbed her arms, stopping her, and she groaned. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Her gaze locked onto his face, as driven by desire as she knew he must be. Her words even startled her with the guttural craving. “I want you in me. Everything you can give me.”
His smile was almost sleepy in its satisfaction. He released her arms and gripped her hips. “Raise up. Let me show you.”
She did, scooting closer, as he guided his erection toward her entrance. “Slowly. Or you’ll hurt both of us.”
Eloise followed his lead, lowering her body gradually, gasping at the first awareness of his entrance, the fullness as she settled farther upon him. “This is”—she gasped, grasping for the words—“more. So much more.”
He kissed her. “Yes. Careful. The rhythm can be... more difficult.”
Eloise waited a moment, adjusting to the full depth of him in her. Like nothing she had felt before, the sensation was of being stretched and stroked in unexpected places, pleasure arising from a depth she did not know was possible. She nodded when she was ready, and she let him help her find a rhythm that worked for them both.
Her breath—and his—came in increasingly short gasps, and she felt her peak building, each stroke bringing it closer even as it remained just out of reach. The tiny mewls that emerged from her—she could not stop them—grew in volume.
