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She nodded solemnly and looked up his eyes. “You are beautiful.”
He looked at her then and perhaps there was the tiniest of blushes as he smiled. It could have only been a shadow. “Is that not something I should say to you?” he asked with a brow arched in surprise.
“Your eyes tell me already,” she said with a cat-that-got-the-cream smile.
He smiled wider at her then. “Bold piece of goods is what you are. Have you looked your fill?”
“Yes.”
Then her Adonis turned into a stalking beast. He did not hurry and the hunger in those eyes made her shiver. He knew and he enjoyed her response, the heavier pant and the leg that jerked open, then closed. He climbed from the foot of the bed, parting her thighs until he nestled in them, but he ignored her center and reached for her face, lifting her to him. She angled up her lips and he covered them with warm lips. He kissed her closed lips once then delved into the hot cavern of her mouth.
“Kiss me back,” he urged. He returned to stroking her tongue until it traced the joined seam of their lips and at last duelled with his. The first kiss had not prepared her for the heavy sweetness of this one and she wondered how many variations there were to that one intimate touch.
He strolled lower, showering her neck and shoulders with kisses until she whimpered. He palmed one globe of moon glow and pinched the tip of the dark pink areola. Her back arched, mashing her body into his. He teased her even more, flicking his tongue against one nipple then another, his fingers busy caressing the other. Her head shook from side to side on the bed. Then he pressed one nipple into his mouth and paid full attention to it. She arched again, moaning and whimpering. The fire singed her again. Every time she thought she could take it no more, he took her flying again but the ache remained. A frantic beast that clawed at her lower belly and deep within her.
He abandoned her breasts with a quick kiss and a soft sigh before he followed the trail of his hands down her stomach and towards the thatch of dark hair. His breath stirred the hairs and he slid even lower. She tensed trying to close her legs. Surely he was not going to kiss her there? It wasn’t proper!
“Allow me to show you,” he pleaded, looking up into her eyes. His torso was lifted by his elbows resting on either side of her. She nodded. She wanted to feel him. There was no place for propriety in this debauchery. He fell upon the hot flesh. He parted her legs again and delved in. His fingers separated her petals and she shuddered as his breath teased her. Then one slow tongue dragged through her dripping center.
“Robert!”
Too much. She couldn’t think, didn't even think to breath. Thick air expelled from her body in an aroused cry but he did not stop. He applied himself to licking her private place. His tongue drew strange desires and wanton responses from her again and again. His touch probed every recess of her, lapping at her petals, grazed her bud and flicked at her throbbing hole. First she was still, rigid like stone, then she was thrashing from side to side with her eyes shut. He patiently worked, enjoying her responses until she was sobbing with the force of desire coursing through her. He nudged the bud and she screamed his name. Her eyes widened and her arched body almost threw him off with its fervor.
“Robert.” She murmured when she returned to her senses, descending to earth. His hand stroked her bud again and her leg jerked, brushing against the hard flesh between her two thighs. She looked back at him in question.
He chuckled at her wide-eyed question. “We are not done, my sweet.”
“You have not found your pleasure.” Even now, after everything they had shared, she blushed.
“If you do not wish to continue...” He made to move away from her but she snared him, arms and legs holding on.
“Please Robert, show me all,” she pleaded.
“I will. I will.” He subsided, capturing her lips in a brief kiss before he moved to support his body on one elbow.
His erect member has been complaining for the past interlude, since it had nestled between her thighs for a while. He guided himself carefully into her and drove in with caution. She was a maiden yet.
It was foreign, then it was familiar, as if he was made for her and her for him. They fit. “Yes. Oh yes.” It filled, completed her. A warm wave filled her to satisfaction.
She pushed into him then her eyes flew open at the lack of pain. “What? No pain?”
He chuckled at her appalled airs. “All that riding, I suspect.”
She started to explain, “Truly, I am...” but he cut her off.
“There is no need for words, Amelia. I know,” he soothed.
“Oh.” She was speechless.
“Oh?” He pulled all the way out and surged back in.
It was strange. It was beautiful, and it filled her with a wonder and raked all her senses to life. She opened her eyes again to find him staring intensely and directly into her soul. She could not look away. She licked salty sweat from his shoulder and touched his back shyly, then boldly palming his rolls of muscle.
Her pleasure mounted and he knew he was looking control. She was warm, tight and her muscles fisted his flesh in a stranglehold. The look in her eyes was pleasing, hungry and demanding. He knew the moment he lost control.
He looked at her. Supporting himself on one hand, he reached between them and teased her bud. “Fly with me.”
The hoarse words tipped her over. Her pleasure ran deeper and seared her mind for delicious moments as she screamed his name, her fingers gripping his back.
