She obliged, and he got lost in the depths of her eyes. They never failed to shake him.
“Faster, please,” she said.
They stared at each other as he shoved back and forth faster. Their breaths and heat mingled. He was sure their souls did, too. She didn’t close her eyes or avert her gaze when the release caught her. Judging by the delicious flush creeping up her face, the release had to be spectacular. He felt it in the way her body quivered and her muscles tightened around him. He followed her, but pulled himself out and spent on her belly. Not the safest practice, but he hadn’t thought about bringing a sheath.
He touched her forehead with his. “Violante.”
She hugged him. “It was wonderful.”
Still breathing hard, he wiped her belly and between her legs with clean cloths. He had barely time to finish before she sat up.
“Can we try that position from behind as the countess and Sir Nigel did?” she asked as if inquiring about the weather.
He laughed. “I’d love to, but I need a moment to recover.”
“Really?” She flipped to her belly and rose on all fours, offering him a spectacular view of her supple behind.
He caressed the smooth globes and ran a finger down to her slit. Immediate hardness.
“Am I all right like that?” She winked. Oh, she knew.
“You’re teasing me.” He stroked her gently.
She moaned. “Is it working?”
He positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips. “You’ll be the judge.”
He buried himself to the hilt with one single thrust. Heaven.
“This is even better.” She rocked her hips, taking him deeper.
It was. Holding her hips, he moved back and forth, careful to watch her reaction. Her back arched as he sped up. The new release hit them at the same time. He managed to pull out by sheer self-discipline. A curse escaped him. He collapsed next to her and gathered her in his arms, unable to utter a word.
She snuggled against him, her skin almost feverish. “Fantastic.”
“Yes.” He panted.
“The only problem is that I can’t see what you’re doing in that position.”
He burst out laughing.
