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She turned over and moved forward, her hands walking up my legs until they reached my hips. Her breasts were just touching my chest right around my sternum, and those big golden eyes looked up at me.
"Couldn't have that now, could we?" she teased. "Besides, I have all night with you."
"And I am trying to make sure you don't regret it," I told her. "Nari, turn your hot little ass around and let me get this right?"
"Which this?" she asked, but the smile on her lips proved she knew the answer.
"Losing my virginity with the only woman I've ever loved. I'm living a fantasy right now. I just don't know how it ends."
One more time, she rolled over in the tub and scooted back against me. "It ends with my head on your heart, Wraythe. Right where I belong."
Yeah, that was exactly what I was hoping.
Chapter 17
Nariana
Wraythe was trying so hard to spoil me. I knew it was because he was nervous. Partly to put off making a move, but also because he was the kind of guy who always assumed he wasn't good enough. He was wrong. He'dalwaysbeen good enough, but I could never quite make him believe that.
So the moment I was out of the bath, I stepped into him. I had nothing more than a towel around my body, and my wet hair dripping down my back. His towel barely fit around his waist, so he had to hold it there. Leaning against his chest, I tilted my face up to his.
"Help me out here," I said, tugging him lower.
He bent, sliding an arm around my back, and kissed me sweeter than he ever had before. "I'm going to break you," he grumbled.
I kissed him again. "Believe it or not, it's a turn on when you do that."
"When I do what?"
"Lift me up like I'm your own personal doll. Manhandle me." I grabbed the back of his neck, keeping him from pulling away. "The very first time I kissed you, that was what I thought. That I couldn't imagine anything sexier in my life."
He let go of his towel to hook that arm beneath my ass, and then he kissed me again. This time, he lifted, and my feet lost contact with the ground. I sucked in a breath against his lips, but didn't stop. I simply held him tighter, kissing him a bit harder, trusting that he would never let me fall.
The sound he made could only be described as a feral purr. "I think youdolike that," he whispered.
"Mhm," I agreed, finding his lips again.
Because as big as he was, there was always something gentle about the way Wraythe touched me. It made me feel treasured, since I knew thatno oneelse got that from him. When my fingers slid into his hair, his hands tightened on my body, desire evident in his grip.
Slowly, kiss by kiss, he forgot to be intimidated. Forgot that he was supposed to be shy and nervous. My giant returned, the man who'd loved me for so very long, but his hands never roamed. Instead, he lifted me a little higher. I hooked my legs around his waist, and his arm tensed, holding me there, as he started walking toward the bedroom.
"Please throw me in that bed?" I said against his ear.
He didn't quite throw, but when he reached the edge, Wraythe pressed a knee onto the bed and tumbled forward. One arm let me go, shooting out to brace his body above mine, then he leaned in to find my mouth again. The arm still under my back pulled, arching my body off the mattress enough to press my bare chest against his. I slid one leg down until it hooked on his thigh and tried to guide him higher.
He resisted.
"There is one thing I want more than to be inside you," he murmured as his mouth moved down to my throat. "I want to taste you. To feel you press your pussy against my lips and demand more." His lips reached my collar bone. "I want to feel you come, baby."
And then he found my breast, sucking one hard peak and then the other. I couldn't squirm, couldn't do much of anything with him holding me against his mouth, and he made it feel amazing. The short hair of his beard was rough against my skin in the very best way. Both of my hands found the back of his head, and I held him there, showing him exactly what I wanted, until I wasn't sure I could take anymore. Then I guided him lower.
He obeyed, kissing his way down my body, pulling his arm from behind my back, only to slide it beneath my thigh. As his mouth reached my stomach, he pushed me higher, manhandling me exactly the way I loved, and then he spread my legs just a little more to make room for his shoulders.
I felt the heat of his mouth a moment before his tongue slid across my clit. When my hips twitched, he knew he'd found the right spot, so he sucked. For three years, I'd dreamed of having him right here, but we'd avoided it, knowing we'd never be able to stop. No mouths below the waist, we'd decided, and now I knew what I'd given up.
Pure pleasure flooded through me. Both of my hands pulled him closer, and his lips worked that hard nub until I couldn't even think. Only then did he slide his arm between us and push a finger into my body. It wasn't enough. Not until he curled and pressed. My hips came off the bed to grind against his face, and Wraythe groaned his approval.
"More," I gasped.
