Page 53 of Dancing On Air

He stared at her again with those hooded eyes that were undressing her though he wasn’t even touching her. Her anticipation became unbearable, and she didn’t know how much more of this she could take before she shattered. But she needed to touch him. She wanted him to touch her. God’s eyes, she prayed he would not reject her offer.

“Is that what you want, Eleanor? What you really want?” he asked, seeming like he wanted her to be sure.

She nodded silently, her tongue flicking out to lick her dry lips. His gaze settled on her mouth and he moaned deeply once again. “You are driving me mad.”

“Isn’t it what you want too?” she asked him.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

“Then I suggest we hurry. The others will be back soon.”

Without another word, they hurried up the ladder to the hayloft. Kissing passionately, he wasted no time in undressing her, while she did the same to him. It was happening. She was finally going to make love with Connor. This is what she’d been dreaming about for years now.

“You won’t regret this, Eleanor, will you?” he asked, as if either of them could really stop right now. She was so hot and eager to make love with him that she boldly pushed him down in the hay.

“Just try and stop right now and see what I do. That should give you your answer.”

He chuckled and pulled her down atop him, kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

She loved the feeling of having part of Connor inside her. It felt alluring, and right. It only made her more anxious to make love with this man—the only man she’d ever loved.

“I promise, I’ll be gentle,” he told her, cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb over her lips. “Although, it’s been a while since I found my release, and I can’t promise how long I can make this last. Has it been a long time for you, too?”

“I’ve never made love with a man before, Connor.”

“Nay?” He raised a brow.

“This will be my first time.”

“My dear, sweet Eleanor. You didn’t have to wait for me. What if this never happened?”

“Then I suppose I’d end up being a nun after all,” she said with a smile.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled, pulling her off of him and taking the place of aggressor. “I don’t want to hear anything else about being a nun. It’s going to kill the mood.”

She giggled. “I promise,” she whispered, feeling his hand trail down her neck to her chest. Their eyes remained locked.

“You are so beautiful, my dear.” He wrapped his fingers around one breast and then lowered his mouth and pleasured her with his tongue against her nipple. Her nipple hardened to a small bud and Connor took her into his mouth.

“Oh!” she cried out, feeling a tingling sensation go through her. As he continued to suckle her, she found her back arching upward, pushing her breast further into his hot mouth. She grabbed on to his long, dark hair, squeezing her eyes closed tightly, not wanting to let him go.

“Connor, this feels so good.”

“This is only the foreplay,” he told her, skimming his hand over her body while he held himself up with the other. “The first thing we need to do is to prepare you. It will feel even better if you are ready.”

He used his hand to cup her womanhood, slipping a finger in between her folds.

“Ooooh,” she moaned as he entered her.

“Mmmm,” he said, flicking his finger in and out, each time going a little deeper.

Eleanor squirmed in ecstasy beneath him, basking in the delightful feeling coursing through her body from the way he used his hand to bring her to life. Her body vibrated and she felt the start of some movement deep in her core. She wanted more of him. She wanted all of him and could wait no longer. “I am ready, Connor,” she said, breathing harder and harder. Her body felt like it was on fire. His bare skin pressed up against her made her feel as if they were melding into one. She loved every minute of it. “Make love to me, now. Please,” she begged, feeling the slight trembling of her body. She did not tremble because she was frightened. It was the excitement coursing through her that took control.

“Not yet,” he said, this time mounting her, spreading his legs around her hips. Her eyes fastened on the beautiful package dangling above her. He used both arms to hold up his body as he slowly lowered himself to her. Rubbing his engorged manhood against her, she was able to feel his manly power. Her gaze swept downward once again and she moaned in pleasure. Curiosity got the best of her and she reached between them, touching him, needing to know how he would feel in her hand. Wrapping her fingers around his hardened form, she gave his form a slight squeeze, reveling in the excitement of feeling soft silk over hardened steel.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he told her in a deep voice. “I’ve been dreaming of making love to you for so long that I don’t want to get there before you.”

“Before me?” she asked. “But we’re together.”