With a relieved sigh, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. She returned his kiss, soft and sensual and intense, ecstatic that they were joined at last, relishing the new sensations that rippled through her.
Slowly, he drew his hips back, to the point where she thought she might be parted from him again. Then, to her gasping relief, he sank back inside her once more.
“Oh, my love,” she moaned, raking her fingernails across his shoulder blades and turning her head to kiss the inside of his forearm.
“You feel so good,” he growled as he rocked forward, conjuring a delicious friction against her swollen bud.
The next time he drew back, she was ready, her hips rising to meet him when he eased forward again. The movement drew a rasp from his throat that thrilled her, stoking the fires of her euphoria, the sound of hispleasure feeding the inferno of her own.
As she grew in confidence, they moved together in the hazy sunlight that glanced in through a gap in the drawn curtains, as if the heavens themselves were blessing their union.
She met his measured thrusts with the tilt of her hips, her hands running up his arms and lightly clawing at his back to draw a growl from his throat. She kissed him fervently and relished the crush of his mouth in return, their bodies entwined, entirely attuned to one another, moving as one.
None of her books would ever come close to this. She still hadn’t read the one that the Matchmakers’ Book Club had sent with the letter that had started all of this, but she knew there was no way it could ever compare to reality.
To think I might have missed this if I had left you.
Her heart ached at the thought of ever being parted from him, prompting her to hold him tighter, kiss him harder, urge him on.
With each rock of his hips, he rubbed against her sensitive bud, adding layers to the growing ecstasy within her. Realizing how good it felt, she moved with him, grinding against him each time he plunged into her, chasing the rush of her inevitable climax.
“Oh… oh, my love… Yes… Oh, yes… yes!” she cried out as it came, the friction of his body catching her bundle of nerves injustthe right way, tipping her over the edge into absolute bliss.
Her whole body seized, her fingernails digging into his back, her neck arching, her eyes scrunched shut, her breath hitching in her throat, her lungs straining for air they couldn’t get. Her stomach tightened, and her legs began to shake as pure ecstasy surged through her, transporting her to a completely new realm of pleasure.
Her first orgasm had been nothing compared to this, her mind spinning, her entire being—mind, body, soul—feeling like it was soaring. The power of it rocked her, her hips bucking, her voice straining as she called out his name.
It was all she could do to hold onto him as that all-consuming sensation pulsed and powered through her, rushing and rippling, tingling and thrumming, making her feel as if she had reached a secret paradise.
This is my future. This is my life.
She had never felt luckier, and as his lips traced a line of kisses down her neck, she thought of them as promises for the blissful marriage to come.
As skillful as Philip was, he couldn’t make the feeling last longer than it was destined to. Soon enough, the sensation started to fade, and Selina’s body released that wondrous tension, relaxing her until she could have melted right into the bed.
“I love you,” she murmured, smiling.
“As I love you,” Philip whispered.
But as he drew back, it felt as if he meant to withdraw entirely.
“What are you doing?” she said, lifting her hips to hold him inside her.
He smiled. “This is about your pleasure, my love.”
“Ours,” she corrected. “I want you to feel it, too.”
He hesitated and gazed deeply into her eyes for a moment. She could almost see the cogs turning in his head, though she did notquiteunderstand why.
Then, with a warm and intoxicating smile, he pressed himself back inside her to the hilt. His hips quickened, each thrust reigniting the embers of her pleasure, sending explosions of tiny sparks into her still-shaking limbs and stomach.
“Take your pleasure,” she moaned, meeting his thrusts with delirious abandon, her hands on his muscular backside driving him deeper inside her.
Spurred on by her words, he lifted her legs and, kneeling upright, rested them on his shoulders. Bent over her, he sank even deeper with each powerful stroke, his hips moving fast and fierce, stoking her pleasure afresh. Then, with a growl in the back of his throat, moaning the words, “God, yes,” she felt him pulse within her.
She tightened instinctively, and as he thrust twice more, she relished the sensation of his pleasure. That throb deep in her core. But what she relished far more was the look of bliss on his face, his eyes shining, his teeth grazing his lower lip as he held her gaze.
With a sly smile, he collapsed on top of her, and her legs fell to his sides as she wrapped herself up in his embrace. She clung to him, her face buried in his neck, inhaling the salt of his skin.
