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He angled her so that she was astride him. He was sitting up and here, in this position, they were eye to eye, their bodies so close he could feel the heat from hers and her warm breath softly against his face. So close he could pull her towards him and kiss her senseless, which was what he was aching to do. His erection was so steel hard that it was painful and he had to shift a little to relieve the discomfort.
When she tried to snuggle against him, like a little mole seeking the safety of its burrow, he gently eased her back and smiled.
‘You’re nervous.’
‘A little,’ Celia admitted breathlessly. ‘It’s been a while...’
‘You’re beautiful.’
Celia laughed self-consciously and blushed.
‘Whatever feelings you’ve had about your ex...’ Leandro sifted his fingers through her hair and left them there to gently caress and then cup her cheek ‘...forget about thinking that somehow it had anything to do with how you look, because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever shared my bed with.’
‘You want to put me at ease...’
‘I never lie.’ His voice was low and husky as he trailed one finger down the deep indent of her cleavage and then over the vest to circle her protuberant nipples, zeroing in on the stiffened buds and grazing the pads of his thumbs over them. She groaned softly and arched towards him, head flung back and her eyes fluttering shut as sensation replaced thought. ‘Although, it’s true, Idowant to put you at ease.’
She was already at ease.
So relaxed that she quivered with longing when he pulled the thermal up and over her breasts, freeing them to the pinch of cool air.
He straightened, manoeuvring them both into a position where her breasts hung heavy and ripe, close enough to almost brush his chest.
He weighed them in his hands and had to close his eyes and breathe deeply just to control himself. He’d never been premature in his responses with any woman, but he was facing a challenge now. Even more of a challenge when he finally looked at her flushed face and her parted mouth and inhaled the scent of pure lust.
With a stifled growl, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. She had larger than average nipples, each pink disc topped with the stiffened bud against which he rolled his tongue, licking and tasting and tugging until she was whimpering and rocking on him.
How had she managed to find just where to move, rubbing his erection in the sort of way that was sending his body into a slow orbit?
He couldn’t keep up the slow tempo any longer. Not if he wanted to emerge with his masculine pride intact.
What remained of their clothes came off in a hurry.
Boxers...vest...underwear...jogging bottoms...all hit the floor at speed. Her nakedness against his, her soft, rounded curves were driving him crazy. And had he really been laid up? Feverish? He couldn’t remember. The only fever he felt now was the searing heat of uncontrollable craving.
She was still straddling him. He eased her off. He was desperate to do more than have her rotate her sexy hips and get him so steamed up he wanted to explode.
He nuzzled the soft underside of her breasts while his hand travelled down to cup her between her legs. He pressed gently, felt her wetness and kept just the right amount of pressure there to remind her of the pleasure coming her way.
He didn’t have to guide her hand to him. She was exploring him with impatience, curving her body to his and opening her legs to accommodate his hand.
She stroked his spine and then feathered tiny circles at the base and then ran her hand along his waist and everywhere she touched lit him up like a match hitting dry tinder.
When she circled the thick shaft of his penis, he groaned and fell back for a few seconds.
With very little effort, she could take him right over the edge the way those hands and fingers were working and, however novel and enjoyable the prospect was, he had other ideas in his head for where this was going.
With a low laugh, he flipped her and slowly, with devastating intent, he made his way down her body, touching and feeling and moistening with the flick of his tongue.
She responded without inhibition. Whatever shyness she’d felt at the start, when she’d stared down at him with those big green, innocent eyes, had evaporated like dew in the summer sun and every touch elicited a whimper of pleasure.
Leandro kissed, suckled, nuzzled. He circled her belly button with his tongue. He stroked under her arms, along her arms and licked her fingers one by one.
He let his hand drift along her inner thigh and allowed his knuckles to brush against the soft folds of her womanhood in a way that teased and aroused, and only when she demanded more did he dip his fingers in to feel the wet heat of her arousal.
He felt that it had been a long time coming...this...this feeling of wanting to lose himself in someone else.
Physically, of course.
