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“Yes.” She looked up at him with eyes full of trust and anticipation and desire. “I want to know what lovemaking feels like.”
Lovemaking wasn’t like this. It was in a bed, with understanding and trust, and preferably marriage. This was fornicating.
But as he positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance and she gasped, it didn’t feel like fornicating. As he kissed her, distracting her as best he could, distracting them both as he pushed gently into her, it felt like heaven. She was warm and wet, her fingers were digging into his shoulders, urging him on. She made breathy sounds of need as he eased back and pushed in deeper. Then it was her hips moving to take him deeper again. Their lips brushed and kissed and nipped, leaving space for the sounds of desire and surprise. The shock of the new. Him, inside of her.
He pulled back and thrust in harder, all the way and they both moaned. Then he was still, giving her time to adjust even as his own body clamored for more.
He stroked his hand over her face, taking in the curve of her cheekbone, the angle of her jaw. She was lovely.
“How do you feel?” he murmured.
“Strange.”
A laugh ripped from him even as arousal flowed down his spine. She was always Gina, and he loved it. He loved her.
“Good. Full. Restless.” She moved under him, chasing sensation. “Like there must be more.”
His heart surged. “There is more. Do you want it?”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and the look in her eyes trusting, wide.
“Gina.” He thrust harder this time, watching her response. Passionate. Beautiful.
She gripped his neck and kissed him fiercely.
Then he moved as he needed to, smooth strokes in and out, building the tension. The feeling of her, tight around him, he could have coped with, and held out. But it was her moving with him to bring him deeper that made it so much better than anything that had come before. Sensation built, threatening to overwhelm him.
Had he thought this was fornication? No. This feeling of closeness and pleasure and fulfillment was unlike anything he’d experienced.
This was making love. Just as he’d predicted, being with Gina couldn’t be casual, not for him.
He wanted her with him as he tipped over. Reaching between them, he pressed his finger between their bodies, gentle but persistent until he found her bud. Then he stroked his thumb over it and she mewed, her eyes going hazy. He did it again, then firmer, slower, in time with his thrusts. She thrashed beneath him, mindless in her rising pleasure. Her heels found the backs of his knees, holding him in place, and her hands gripped his arse, urging him on, deeper, harder. His pride purred happily, even as his lust growled with impatience.
He circled over her bud faster and felt her tighten as he couldn’t help but increase the pace of his thrusts too. His crisis was so close, so awfully close and he wanted her to have reached the precipice before him. He would pull out soon and finish in his hand, but he could feel she was near. Withdrawing now would upset her build toward release, since she seemed to need stimulation to her passage as well as her clitoris. And he wanted this to be good for her.
Pride and love demanded that he make this perfect for her. She only got to lose her virginity once, and she’d trusted him with the task. It didn’t matter that she might have another man when she left him and went around the world. He’d always be her first. He intended to set the bar higher than the moon.
Then she was tensing around his cock and crying out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he was coming, spilling into her so deep and powerfully he felt like he was emptying his soul.
He looked into her hazel eyes, glinting in the snow-reflected moonlight, as they both came apart. Beautiful. Perfect. The moment of connection between them was as strong and wide as the ocean. So bloody perfect.
It was only when the shakes of pleasure receded that he realized his mistake. Cold scraped down his spine.
He hadn’t pulled out.
CHAPTER13
Emmett’s cursecut through the pleasant haze of the feeling of content and languid satisfaction.
“What is it?”
He slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her upright, grabbing up his shirt and placing it under her bottom just as she felt a gush of liquid.
His seed.
“I’m so sorry.” His cheeks looked hollowed out. “I got carried away. I usually use a French letter, and I…” He shook his head and clenched his jaw. “It’s no excuse, any of it.”
A child. Possibly. Maybe. She didn’t know what to think, or to wish for as she leaned back into the back of the chaise. It would complicate everything she wanted to do, but would tie her and Emmett together, forever. It would be Emmett’s child. Theirs.
