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‘That’s my line,’ he said, his thumb tracing the line where fabric met flesh. ‘I’m so glad you left these on,’ he said. ‘Maybe it’s not a silk gown, but I’ll enjoy peeling these from your body.’ He eased the straps down, peeling down the cups of her bra until it was his hands around her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples until she mewled with pleasure. One hand circled under her back and a moment later the bra was gone. His hands skimmed down her sides, moulding to the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips, and as they travelled down, he caught his thumbs in the matching candy-striped underwear and groaned as he peeled it down her legs.
‘Holly, you are so beautiful.’ He leaned down to kiss her, his hand stroking her from her shoulder to her knee, and it was so intoxicating, so magical to her senses, that she barely noticed when he reached for his wine.
She felt the dribble against her lips, recognised it for what it was and felt his hot mouth lapping at hers, their tongues tangling, sharing the wine.
A drop landed on her chest, and she gasped, but he was there to lap it up before it could slide away. Another on a nipple, his tongue curling to chase the wine, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sending spears of sensation between her thighs where she could feel the pulsing, aching heat.
Her other nipple demanded the same, received the same, and Holly pushed her head back into the pillows and arched into his mouth.
A line of drops down her belly and Holly sensed where this was going. He didn’t need to. They’d done that. There was no point—
And then she felt him part her, felt the cool slide of wine against her hot flesh and his hot tongue and need spiralled within her and it was a battle to stay afloat. She didn’t want to come this way because she’d already come this way, but neither could she stop as sensation piled upon sensation until it seemed there was nowhere else to go.
Her fingers clung to his head as fingers stroked that aching place, massaging, loosening, as his mouth played her. She felt the slide of his finger inside her, and then another, felt their play against her inner flesh and a coiling need turned incendiary and consumed her in a roaring whoosh of flame.
She heard a rip and a tear but she was still coming down when she felt the press of him there, still too drugged and dazed and spent to tense and fear, even when he nudged at her entrance. She just felt the pressure at her core and she wanted it and welcomed it and angled her hips to meet him, and with a blinding flicker of pain that had her cry out, he was inside her, holding still, waiting.
He kissed her lightly on the mouth. ‘Are you all right?’
And she nodded because she was, and it was strange, this new sensation, of muscles shifting and making way, of feeling his long slow slide into her body until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
Better than okay.
Because now there was a delicious friction. Flesh against slick flesh, and new-found muscles to experiment with and increase the friction. And she wouldn’t have thought it possible—hadn’t she only just climaxed?—but this was different, this build-up was coming from inside, and building with every long slide. She clung to him as he increased the tempo, needing a rock to hold her steady while sensation built upon sensation and threatened to carry her away. But there was no escaping, no place to hide, as he took her higher, the exquisite pressure building to fever pitch as he took a nipple between his teeth as he thrust into her, and it was all she needed to go hurtling over the edge once again.
It took a while to come back to earth, for her breathing to slow, for her heart rate to calm, but still her flesh hummed and her mind buzzed with the sheer wonderment of what had just happened.
‘Thank you,’ she said to the man who lay sweat-slicked, his skin glistening, at her side. ‘That was very nice.’
He opened a pair of sex-drugged eyes. ‘Do you feel any different?’
‘Yes, I do. I feel—’ she sucked in air ‘—amazing!’
He curved one hand around a breast. ‘That you do.’
‘Do you think …’ she ventured. ‘Is there any chance we could do it again?’
His slumbering cock woke up with a jolt, but he wasn’t so sure. It would no doubt be mind-blowing, as before, but there was danger here too, he recognised. He didn’t want her thinking this meant anything.
His every instinct told him to pull back now.
‘Do you think that’s wise? Your little problem has now been taken care of, so you don’t actually need me. You can go have sex with anyone you like and nobody will ever know.’ Although why that thought didn’t make him any happier, he didn’t know.
