But who no longer wanted to do so alone. Who would far rather search with Tommy at her side.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her stomach before returning to lie beside her, brushing her hair back away from her face as he stared down at her.
She wished she could find some eloquent words to explain how she felt, to describe just what he had done to her, but instead, all she could do was continue to lie there before him, gratefully sated.
“Are you well?” he asked, his eyes exploring her as though he would be able to tell if she was telling the truth or not.
“Never better,” she said, and when she felt a nudge against her leg and looked down to find him shifting so that his hard length was no longer touching her, her curiosity began to win out over her shyness.
She took a chance, reaching out, touching the hard planes of his chest, intrigued by his firmness and the bristles of hair over his muscles as she ran her hand all the way down, over the divots of his abdominals, until her fingers brushed against his solid erection.
Before she had a chance to fully explore it, however, he reached out and took her in his arms, rolling them so that he was on his back and she was sitting on top of him.
She raised her brows in surprise, uncertain of just what she was supposed to be doing, but he only smiled wickedly ather in challenge, placing his hands behind his head and relaxing back against the cushions, allowing her to have her fill.
She bit her lip as she recalled how he had pleasured her and decided to replicate his motions. She took a breath as she stared at his length, before she wrapped her hand around him and slowly squeezed.
His eyes slid shut, his jaw tightening, and she guessed that meant she was doing something right.
She slowly moved her hand up and down, and he reached out, covering hers for a moment as he slid his hand along with hers, showing her just how tightly to squeeze and move. She quickly caught on to the motion, and after a few moments, he released her, his hands tightening into fists. Would he like her mouth on him? When Emmaline had told her it was possible, she had nearly fallen out of her chair, but now, it didn’t seem like such a terrible idea.
When she leaned down to take him, she didn’t do much but flick her tongue over him before he shot up to a sitting position, gripping her shoulders.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, concerned. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all,” he said, his breathing ragged. “You did everything right. Too right. It’s that… if we want to keep this going, you can’t do that or it will be over before we’ve even started.”
She nodded as she swung her leg off him, lying beside him as she prepared for what he had to give her. She knew some details of what came next, having friends who were more than happy to share, but she couldn’t help the nerves that filled her at the thought. She was oscillating between fear and excitement so quickly that it was making her dizzy.
He looked deeply into her eyes. “Are you ready, Minnie? Truly? Because once we take this next step forward, there won’t be any going back.”
“I’m more than ready,” she said, swallowing hard. If she said no now, she would forever regret it. That, she knew.
He nodded before he moved over top of her.
“Spread your legs,” he said huskily, his jaw tense as though he was about to lose control, giving Minnie a strange sense of power, to know that she could affect Tommy so.
She did as he said, her eyes wide as she watched him lower himself to her. She waited both tensely and breathlessly for him to enter her, but first he bent down and took her mouth again, kissing her with a need as great as she felt in turn, their lips, tongues, souls meeting as they each sought more.
She forgot to think anymore when he began to slowly enter her, causing her to pause their kiss and her breath to leave her body.
“Tommy,” she cried out – in pain, pleasure, uncertainty – and he was there, surrounding her, his mouth at her ear.
“Relax,” he murmured again. “Let me in.”
She tried to do as he said, and it helped when he began to kiss his way down her cheek and her jaw as he played with her nipple. When she gave him a little more, he slid in even farther.
“That’s so fucking good,” he groaned, and Minnie started, his language – strangely – causing her to flood with even more desire for him.
He kissed her again, only this time it was soft, passionate, as he stroked her tongue while his fingers rolled over her nipples, his hips beginning to slowly, tenderly move in and out.
She hadn’t thought he could enter her any deeper, but each thrust seemed to take him farther inside her.
It was so much more than Minnie had expected. Emmaline’s explanations hadn’t quite given justice as to what to imagine.
His body was hard, sculpted, hisscruff rough against her skin.
She had wanted him for so long that she had built up this image in her mind of what it would be like to actually be with him.
