clitoris with his tongue, teasing her with the touch he knew was not quite enough to send her over. He kept it up until she was making mindless sounds that went straight to his sex.
Needing to experience more of her, he explored her entire vulva, getting drunk on her spicy sweetness and the incredible softness of her swollen lips. He pressed his tongue inside her along with his fingers, stretching her farther and getting more of the taste he craved like a child who’d had his first piece of candy. But he couldn’t get enough.
He pulled his fingers out and tongued her as deeply as he could go, his whole body vibrating with the pleasure he got from tasting her.
She called out his name, her voice hollow and desperate. Trying to pull his mouth away, she yanked on his head, and when that didn’t work, she tried pushing his shoulders with her feet, but he locked his hands on her hips and kept on.
He knew what she needed, and it wasn’t for him to stop.
When she gave up pushing with her legs, he moved his mouth back to her now quivering clitoris and slid his fingers back inside her. He thrashed her violently excited nub with his tongue until her body went stiff with preclimax tension, and then he gently took her between his teeth and sucked.
She screamed, she bucked and she begged. For him to stop. For him to keep going. Until eventually his name was the only intelligible sound coming from her mouth as hot wetness gushed from her inner core. Her body shivered for a prolonged climax that kicked him right in the chest with an emotion he didn’t understand.
She was amazing.
As the shivers receded, he gentled her with his mouth, but didn’t let her come completely down again. He had been pressing his fingers against her inner barrier with a steadily increasing pressure, but now he withdrew.
Using his knowledge of the sensitivity of a woman’s vaginal entrance, he caressed her while using his tongue on her sweetest spot to reignite the flame of need he’d so recently quenched.
His hard penis ached, as though someone had tied it in a knot and was pulling on it. He needed to come so bad, but he had something to do before they could make love completely.
This time she whimpered as her pleasure grew, repeating his name over and over again in a breathless voice, filled with drugged passion, and he had that kick-in-the-chest feeling again.
He started making love to her again with his fingers, pressing deeper with every thrust until she once again arched in utter abandon, her body tense as a bowstring ready to shoot.
He lifted his mouth so he could see her face and watch for discomfort before pushing through her barrier with less effort than a hot knife cut through butter. Her body jerked, but then she started riding his fingers, convulsing in another climax almost immediately, her face contorted with undeniable ecstasy.
He waited until she fell limply against the bed before kissing the top of her mound and then pulling his fingers from inside her and rolling to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was slurred and hoarse, her eyes filled with wonder at what she’d just experienced.
“To get something to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
“S’okay.” Her head fell to the side, her eyes sliding shut.
Josie didn’t know how long Daniel had been gone. She was floating in a sort of waking dream, her body in a state of shock from the pleasure he’d given her. Then she felt a gentle warmth between her legs, and she forced her eyelids to open.
He was kneeling between her legs, a washcloth in his hand.
“What are you doing?” Was that croaky voice hers? She sounded like a refugee from a smokers’ anonymous support group.
“Washing away the blood.”
“Blood?” Was she supposed to bleed after climaxing?
He didn’t seem bothered, so she didn’t get all that worried, but she couldn’t remember ever reading about anything like that before. Oh, man…What if she’d started her period? How gross would that be? Only, she wasn’t even due for a couple of weeks.
“What blood?”
“I broke your hymen.”
“You did?” He’d dispensed with the physical evidence of her virginity? Already?
“Didn’t you feel it?” His dark eyes probed her, as if looking for the truth.
She smiled weakly. It was the best she could manage in her sensually exhausted state. “I don’t remember. You made me insensate with pleasure. I didn’t know it would be like that.”
“It isn’t always.”
No. It wouldn’t be, but she felt things for him that transcended the physical, and that was bound to make lovemaking with him more intense.
“So, I’m not a virgin anymore?”
“You’re a virgin who isn’t going to hurt the first time she makes love.”
Finally, she understood what he’d been doing, and her heart contracted with feelings unlike anything she’d ever known. Her dad’s idea of protection had been to teach her to protect herself. She’d never been cosseted, had never known a sense of feminine fragility with a man.
Daniel had given her both.
“Thank you.”
He shrugged. “Men should not hurt women.”
“But it isn’t always possible to avoid it…the first time, I mean.”
He moved his shoulders again, his expression unreadable.
She went up on one elbow to better see him and sucked in a breath of shock. Even her less than experienced eyes could see that his patience had come at a cost. His erection jutted out and up, purplish veins pulsing with blood standing out in angry relief against his smooth, dark skin.
“You hurt.”
His mouth twisted. “Yeah.”
“So you thought it was better to suffer pain yourself than let me feel it?”
“Always.” He dried between her legs with a soft hand towel and then tossed it and the washcloth on the floor. “I’m going to make taking me pure pleasure for you.” His head came up as he said it, his expression feral.
She shivered with anticipation.
Never dread. A man who controlled his own desire to such an extent simply so he would not put her through a natural part of making love the first time would never, ever hurt her in any way.
Physically, her mind amended, knowing that emotional pain was waiting for her down the road with this man. The chances of him wanting a permanent commitment were small. Even if he did, she could have him only at the expense of her dreams of living a more normal life and leaving the soldier existence behind.
She shoved all that to the back of her mind and put her hands out to him. “Make love to me, Daniel. Please.”
He came over her, his mouth settling on hers with hungry need that turned her insides out and her already jellylike legs to water. Incredibly, he set about exciting her again, while her hands explored whatever she could reach of his body.
When she encountered his hardness, he groaned and pulled her hand away.
“Don’t you like it?” she asked against his lips.
“If you touch me, I’ll come.”
“Yes.” Oh, she liked that.
“I want to be inside you when that happens.”
“Then get inside me, Daniel,” she said between kisses. “Do it now.”
His smile went clear to her toes. “Yes, ma’am.”
He looped her knees over his forearms and pressed upward so she was fully open to him in a way she could never have imagined being comfortable with, but she liked it. A lot.
