“You made love for the first time tonight. You’re bound to be sore.”
“Why don’t you feel me and find out?”
His entire body went rigid. “No.”
“Don’t be so Victorian about this. Women, even former virgins, are allowed to make love more than once in a night in this century.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Touch me and you’ll see how wet and ready for you I am.” She reversed the hold he had on her wrist, looped her leg over his hip to open herself to him and pulled his hand into contact with the slick flesh at the apex of her thighs.
“Damn it…” But he turned his hand so his fingers could explore her.
“See?” she asked breathlessly, her body already quivering from his gentle ministration.
He slid one of his fingers inside her. “Does this hurt?” His guttural voice sent pleasure arcing through her as effectively as his touch.
“Pain is the last thing on my mind right now.”
“Are you sure?”
She couldn’t help being moved by his concern, but she didn’t want it to prevent them from sharing something so incredible as often as possible for as long as they had together. “Positive.”
She pushed on his shoulder. “Now…Can I touch you?”
He allowed her to press him to the mattress so he was flat on his back. “Yes.”
“You won’t tell me to stop again?”
“No.”
“Can I touch you anywhere?”
“Touch me any way you want to, little warrior.”
“I will.”
She grinned in the darkness, anticipation fizzing in her blood like champagne as she straddled him. She should probably start off small, but she’d woken up aching for him, and patience had never been her strength when it came to waiting for something she really wanted. Without further thought, she pressed her swollen intimate flesh against his hardness.
He arched up against her. “Yes!”
Her smile faltered as intense pleasure radiated from the center of her femininity outward. Needing more, wanting to give him more, too, she rocked her pelvis so she slid up and down his length, groaning when the ridge of his head touched her clitoris. Man alive, how did women survive this much delight on a regular basis?
Her thighs quivered with it, and she stopped moving, not ready to orgasm yet.
The dark enhanced her sense of touch as her fingers learned the shape of his body that her eyes already knew. They encountered solid ridges of muscle on his stomach, the turgid small nipples her mouth had already tasted, and then went on to feel the sleek skin over bulging biceps of his arms and hard angles of bone in his face.
As she brushed over his lips, learning their contours in a different way, he opened his mouth and took her finger inside. His tongue did strange and wonderful things to it that made her breasts tingle and her woman’s center clench with need.
She pressed down more firmly against his erection, but it didn’t help.
She wanted to feel him inside her.
“Where are the condoms?”
“In the drawer.”
She forced herself to scramble off of him and fumble for the bedside table. She opened the drawer in the dark and scrabbled around inside for a condom packet. Her efforts were hampered by the feel of his hand caressing her bottom. She stopped moving completely, forgetting for a second what she was doing.
“Did you find one?” His voice reached out in the dark to surround her like warm velvet.
“What? Uh…yes, here…” She grabbed the edge of one small packet and went back to him, climbing onto his thighs and straddling him again.
Her fingers slipped as she tried to open the foil square, and it fell onto his stomach. She brushed her hand across his stomach, looking for it. Finding it, she used her teeth to rip it open.
“Do you want me to do it?” he asked.
She shook her head, but then realized in the dark he couldn’t see her. “No.”
She pulled out the thin rubber, working out in her head how best to get it on him. It couldn’t be that hard even if she’d never done it before. Reaching out, she found his hard-on with unerring accuracy. His fingers curved into her thighs as she gripped him one-handed.
It took some doing, but she got the condom rolled on, refusing his second offer of help when she’d fumbled at first getting it over the broad head of his penis.
Then she moved until the opening to her vagina was kissing the tip of his erection. “You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
“What?” he asked in a strained voice.
“Go riding.”
Chapter 8
Josie pushed down, closing over his straining head, and it took all his self-control not to surge upward and complete the union. This was her show, and he would let her run it…for now. She made a frustrated sound as she got him halfway inside, but couldn’t seem to go any farther.
“Rock it, baby.”
“Like you did earlier,” she said, as though a lightbulb had gone on inside her brain.
She emulated his earlier movements like she’d been sexually active for years, taking more of him inside with every downward thrust. He thought the top of his head would come off with every slippery centimeter he went deeper into her hot little body. Her desire was so incredible. So intense.
She stopped moving and seemed to be trying to figure out how to achieve that last inch of penetration when his control slipped and he surged upward, completing their connection. Unable to stop himself, he kept surging upward, but she didn’t seem to mind. She met his thrusts with her own, moaning each time he hit bottom. He squeezed her breasts, playing with her nipples, feeling them grow tauter with each small stimulation.
“Daniel!”
“What?”
“I…It’s…”
“You’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?” So was he.
“Yessss…” She rode him hard, her toned thigh muscles contracting around him in tense anticipation, but she didn’t know how to take herself over the edge.
He reached down and separated her lips, exposing her clitoris to more direct stimulation, and then ground his pelvis against hers every time they surged together. She caught on right away, clamping her inner muscles around him and changing her tempo to one that kept their bodies locked while she moved against him rather than on him.
He felt her body tense further, and he pressed against her tailbone, keeping the friction steady, while he continued moving under her even as she started convulsing in climax. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips, open on a scream, to his. Her mouth was vulnerable to the possession of his tongue, and he thrust inside while he pleasured her body with his.
She shook with a second orgasm close on the first, and he came with her this time, his entire body exploding with more sensation than a nuclear blast.
She went limp, her body collapsing on top of his.
He kissed her long and lingeringly before tucking her head down onto his chest.
She rubbed her cheek against him like an affectionate kitten. “That was amazing.”
