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He didn’t so much kiss her as worship her body, and when he dispensed with her bra she let it go with no protest. Why would she protest when her breasts wanted his mouth on them with no barrier between them?
His tongue took a wicked trail across her belly and it was almost too much, her body never more alive, never more on fire. And then his hand cupped her mound and her spine arched into the bed. ‘Please,’ she begged.
‘What do you want, Princess?’
‘I want you,’ she gasped. ‘Inside me.’
Laughter rumbled from him and into her as his mouth found her thigh and he proceeded to kiss his way down one leg.
Why was he taking so damned long? Her hands fisted in the covers as she was driven wild with desire, wild with need. She needed him inside her, and he was raining kisses on her instep.
‘Someone is impatient,’ he said as she kicked at him, urging him on.
‘Haven’t I waited long enough?’ she came back with, her chest heaving, pulling her leg away.
‘But if you have waited this long, surely a few more minutes won’t matter?’
‘I might die before then,’ she replied and threw her head back into the pillows as he kissed his way up her inner thigh. ‘Oh God.’
‘Do you like that?’
‘Mmm,’ she managed. He must have been listening because she felt his fingers trace the waistline of her lace panties, felt them sneak under and scoop them down, felt his hands gentle her legs apart.
Oh God.
Every cell in her body tensed and clamped shut. This was it!
It was, and yet it wasn’t, for in one shocked moment she realised his head was still between her thighs. ‘You can’t,’ she said, then he parted her and she felt the sweep of his tongue against her inner lips and she almost cried out with the utter pleasure of it—did cry out when she felt his tongue circle that tiny, concentrated nub of nerve endings.
Already she was lost. She was panting now, lost in a new world with no idea how to find her way out and with no wish to find her way out any time soon. Not until she found this magical place he was taking her.
She hated him for making her wait, for delivering such exquisite torture, hated him and loved him for making her feel so very much.
Just when she thought she could not take any more, she felt his fingers upon her, circling her very core, working in train with his busy lips and tongue. One finger pressed inside her and her muscles clamped down at the invasion. But it was hardly unwanted. A swish of his tongue and she sighed and relaxed, only to feel another push into her alongside it.
Suddenly it was too much. There was too much to enjoy. Too much pleasure. She felt that pleasure spiral upwards, felt her whole being reduced to sensation, and then with a final flick of his clever tongue and press of his fingers inside her she was sent catapulting into the sky.
He held her while she rocked back to earth. He pressed kisses to her belly and breasts and lips where she tasted herself on his mouth.
‘But you …’ she managed, feeling as limp as a rag doll.
‘Think you’re amazing.’
And some part of her that still registered compliments glowed. She had done nothing and he could still say that? She sensed him rise up, heard the swish of fabric over skin and opened her eyes to see him between her legs, his hand guiding his erection towards her. So large. So alive and wondrous.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she whispered in awed reverence. ‘Do you think.?’
‘Oh,’ he said, leaning down to suck her into his kiss, ‘I know.’
She tasted his mouth on hers then, felt it tug her into his world, convincing her with the persuasive play of his tongue and losing her until with a start she realised he was there, butting and straining against her entrance. Even when she panicked, his hand was there below her to lift her and ease the angle.
But he was there, right there, and she would have panicked but he was also right there with her, taking her higher again with his kiss. Suddenly a pressure became a presence and, with a flash of pain that went as quickly as it had come, he was inside her.
She stilled then, stunned by what had happened, feeling his fullness deep within her body. He was inside her and, now the moment of pain had gone, she felt only that amazing sensation. But was that it? Was this how it was supposed to be?
He kissed her eyes. ‘Are you all right?’ She blinked up at him, seeing his concern in the tiny creases around his eyes, and she knew she loved him, just a little, even then. He shifted his elbows, a movement that shifted his body subtly so very far below and she gasped at the unexpected friction.
‘I’m good,’ she said. ‘You feel so good.’
He growled at that and raised his hips, and she felt the sliding loss of him even as muscles she’d never realised she possessed battled to hang on.
