Suddenly bereft of his heat and presence, Marta sucked in a sharp breath. But when his gaze swept over her near-naked body, she could see the desire in his eyes. Desire for her. It made her bold enough to reach for the elastic band of her sexy panties, anxious to shed them as quickly as she had the nightgown.
Crusher laid a hand over hers and shook his head. “Let me,” he said, his voice like hot honey, seeping into every pore of her body.
Marta laced her hands behind her head and smiled up at him. “Please.”
He leaned over her, hooked his thumbs into the elastic and dragged the panties slowly over her hips until her sex was exposed to his hungry gaze. After tugging them a little lower, he paused, laid a hand on the juncture of her thighs and cupped her.
Her breath caught and held, her hips rising a little off the mattress, eager for him to do more.
Crusher slid a finger easily into her incredibly slick channel, firing off electric pulses to every nerve ending in her body.
Marta moaned.
Another finger joined the first and swirled inside her.
He dragged his wet fingers up to that little nubbin between her folds and stroked her there.
Red-hot blasts of sensation burst through her every time he touched her there, making her cry out.
His fingers froze, leaving Marta trying to remember how to breathe, while wishing he would never stop.
Crusher leaned over her and sucked her earlobe between his teeth. Then he let go and whispered, “Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” she said on a gasp.
When he started to shift his hand away from her clit, she quickly covered it with her own. “You hurt me by stopping. I’ve never felt anything like it. Please...continue.”
Crusher’s gaze captured hers, one of his eyebrows cocked. “Never?”
She shook her head. “Never.”
His brow dipped. “But you’ve had an orgasm, haven’t you?”
She shook her head. “I’m not sure I believe they exist. At least not for women.”
Crusher laughed. “Oh, baby, we have to fix that.”
“Is it possible?” That ache at her core gave her hope.
Again, his brow furrowed. “Are you still a virgin?”
Her cheeks heated. “No. I’ve experimented.”
“Experimented?” Crusher shook his head. “Making love isn’t a scientific experiment; it’s something somewhat spiritual, to be experienced. It can be beautiful, intense and sometimes funny.” He grimaced. “I’m not a poet. To me, words are inadequate. Let me show you.”
“Oh, I believe you. You don’t have to go to the trouble.”
“Never had an orgasm.” He shook his head. “Your last sexual partner must’ve been an idiot. Nothing is more satisfying or a greater turn-on than making your woman lose herself in her own release.”
His words washed over her, making her more than ready to get started. “Prove your theory.”
His smile spread across his face. “That’s a challenge I can’t refuse.”
Chapter 11
Eager to show Marta the pleasures of her own orgasm, Crusher swept her panties downward, his palms smoothing over her hips, thighs and calves, all the way down to her ankles. He flicked the delicate undergarment out of the way and then climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide.
Though his dick was as hard as a hammer and he wanted to slam into her, he wouldn’t. Not until he’d shown her what sexual ecstasy was all about.
