Page 113 of A Story of Love

Before she could snap them shut, Fast dropped to his elbows, braced his forearms against her thighs, and dragged his tongue up her slit, probing the seam of her lips just enough to taste her. An animalistic growl tore from his chest. “God, I love seeing you squirm and blush.”

“Yes, we have already established—oh!” she gasped when he parted her pouty lips and sucked her engorged pearl into his mouth.

All her modesty flew out the window and she sank both hands in his hair as she had done the time before, her eyes riveted to his. She was already so close to her climax that he’d scarcely begun to enjoy himself when she bucked like an unbroken horse beneath him, her back arching off the bed, breasts thrust high and legs shaking as she came.

Fast could feel the relaxation in her body as she slowly drifted in the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was so deep in her bliss that she didn’t even notice when he made his way up her body, his arms caging her as his knees pushed her thighs wider.

He stroked his nose alongside hers. “Are you sure you want this?” Fast lightly pulsed against her tight opening, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that shot up his cock at the slick friction. And then he stilled his gentle thrusting and tried to be a better man. “We can wait for another—”

“I want you.” Her legs spread wider, as if to bolster her claim.

He shallowly probed her and hissed. “You’re very tight.”

“Is—am I too tight to do it?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

He chuckled softly. “It’s not possible to be too tight, love. At least not for a man.” Fast breached her and made them both gasp. “How does it feel?” he asked, remaining still inside her and allowing her to accustom herself to the invasion. He was in no hurry. Indeed, he would have liked to make this night last all week, but his self-control was already stretched to its limits.

“It feels like you can’t possibly fit.”

He laughed. “Trust me, darling, I’ll fit.”

Lorelei’s breathing quickening as he slowly filled her. “There,” he murmured once he was hilted. “That is all.”

“It don’t recall it being so, er, snug before,” she said in a strained voice.

He couldn’t help chuckling. “Thank you.”

“I wasn’t trying to flatter you.”

“I know,” he said, leaning low to nuzzle her jaw. “That makes it even better. Relax,” he urged. “Your body is so tense.” He showered her with light, gentle kisses. After a moment, he felt her body relax.

“Lorelei?” he asked, when she just stared blankly over his shoulder. “Is something wrong?”

“No. I was just thinking.”

“That sounds dangerous,” he teased. “About what?”

“I was just thinking about the first time.”

Fast struggled for something to say and came up with, “Oh?”

“Sexual intercourse—especially the first time—is something that defines a woman’s life, and yet it is over so quickly.” Her brilliant green eyes came back into focus. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t usually talk this much during, er, coitus.”

“No,” he agreed, “but it does not matter what I usually do.” He leaned down and kissed her soundly. When he came up for air, he withdrew from her slowly, his body shaking with the effort of behaving like a gentleman rather than a dog in rut.

“You are shaking. Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is right. The reason I’m trembling like a leaf is because I’m having to exert more effort than I’ve done in years—two decades, as a matter of fact.”

“What do you mean?” she asked as he sank back in, hissing his pleasure and briefly closing his eyes.

He worked her deeply with each slow thrust. “I mean that I’ve not been with a woman this way since I was nineteen years old.”

Her eyes bulged. “What do you mean?”

“Just what I said,” he said, his hips refusing to obey his brain, his cock developing a mind of its own. A mind that ordered his body to plunge and take and dominate.

“I—I don’t understand.”