She opened her legs wider, letting his hands guide her. He slid forward so his body held her open and her thighs fell across his. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that had her trembling—and that was before Fen stroked both thumbs through her folds. They caught moisture and slicked upward in a smooth glide.
A noise came from his throat, deep and primal, as if he’d taken a punch. Then he stroked her again, slowly, eyes on his hands...on her. Face slack with desire. He found her clitoris and she moaned. He smiled and circled that small knot with his fingertips. Barely touching her really. She angled her hips to increase the pressure and he accommodated her, briefly, before withdrawing his hands and then his body.
Her eyes shot open to find him stretching out onto his stomach. And then his hands were on her thighs again, holding her open for his mouth. His pressed a kiss to her clit and then shifted lower. His warm breath fanned across wet skin a moment before his tongue slipped through her folds in a long, slow stroke, toying with her clit when he reached it and then moving away. She fisted her hands in the sheets so she didn’t grab his hair. He’d waited twenty-eight years for a woman, surely she could have a little patience.
He groaned. “You taste exactly like I thought you would.”
“Guh?”
A huff of laughter. “Sunshine and magic. Delicious, every bit of you.”
He slid a finger inside her and curled it ever so slightly, as if testing the feel and shape of her. His tongue returned to her clit. A second finger joined the first and he flattened his tongue in the most delicious way. He was still exploring her, still learning her, but she was shocked at how easy he seemed to read her. His fingers moved and his tongue matched the rhythm. She rocked her hips to meet him, drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She panted.
It seemed wrong. He’d waited so long. The polite thing would be to let him come first. Right? Was there etiquette to this type of thing?
“Fen...”
He nipped at her clit, and she jerked. “Give it up. I’m not stopping. Come for me, Rocky. I want you to come.”
And he knew exactly how close she was. She could tell by the way he worked her—determined and intent, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. When he curled his tongue there at the end and shoved his long fingers inside of her. When he made that noise in his throat.
She let go, gave herself over to him completely. Fen cursed as an orgasm ripped through her body. She clenched around his fingers, and he pressed them deeper. Turned his head to kiss her thigh. She was still floating when he positioned himself over her. She trembled as he slid his cock against her and an aftershock passed through her.
“You’re so wet. Gods, Rocky, that was beautiful. I haven’t told you how beautiful you are.”
She touched his cheek. His hand curved around her hip as he fit himself to her. His mouth opened on a sigh, and she pulled his head down so that she could kiss him as he prodded at her entrance and then slid neatly, perfectly, fully inside of her. He sucked in a breath and his eyes opened wide. Glazed until they focused on her. “I love you, you know that.”
“I know it.” His lips found that sensitive spot on her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access. “I love you too.”
His arms slid beneath her shoulders as he braced himself on his elbows. A tremor ran the length of his body. Goose bumps rose beneath her fingertips and she stroked his skin, soothing them down. He rested like that for a beat, deep inside her. His chest expanded with a breath and he began to move. The achingly slow withdrawal drew a moan from her lips.
He echoed her with a heavy growl that vibrated through her body. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Worth the wait?”
“Fuck, yes.” He pulled out, gave a shudder and smoothly slid back in. She bent her legs, drawing them up to hook her ankles behind his thighs as he pressed back inside her. Her nipples contracted so hard they ached.
“Rocky—” His voice was hoarse, tinged with an apology she didn’t want.
She tugged at his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Coaxing his tight lips to part for her and then nipping at his tongue when he gasped. Sliding her hands down his flanks, she gripped his hips, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her palms. Hers. Her Fen. Gods, she wanted all of him.
He plunged into her, ferociously deep. His arm slid beneath her hips, changing the angle so that he could fill her again. One stutter. Another hard thrust and he was gone, pouring himself into her. She could feel the wash of magic, tethering him, wrapping around both of them, and she twisted it just so, binding herself to him. Her wedding gift to him. She’d tell him later when she had breath to speak. His one insecurity. He wouldn’t have to worry about her changing her mind either.
As soon as he caught his breath, he lifted his face. Was he blushing? He was, a faint wash of color high on his sharp cheekbones. She pulled him in for a kiss. A slow, tender kiss that she hoped expressed exactly how she felt in this moment because she hadn’t the words. He rolled onto his side and curled his long body next to hers, resting one hand possessively on her abdomen. She smiled at the ceiling. “The sheet is tangled around my ankle. I think I’ve lost circulation in my foot.”
He nuzzled her neck. “Can’t have that. I like your feet.”
“You’ve never even seen my feet.”
His sat abruptly and she lifted herself onto her elbows while he untangled her foot.
“No, but I plan to worship them later.” He kissed her arch, and she jerked her foot out of his grasp.
He climbed back onto the bed, lying on his side and pulling her to his chest.
She burrowed beneath his arm. “Do you like feet like you like ketchup?”
“I haven’t thought much about feet...ever, but I’m not ruling out any possibilities at this point.”
Idly, she walked her fingers across his chest. It was funny, considering his furry self, how little body hair he had in this form. The silky black hair on his head, wavy and slightly overgrown. There was no hair on his chest and his leg hair was fine and soft. She slid her foot down his leg until he moved his thigh to trap hers.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.” His smile was warm, immensely pleased. “That tickles.”
“I want to learn every part of you too.”
He brushed the hair from her face. He had an artist’s hands, strong but deft. Always aware of exactly how much pressure he applied to canvas or skin. “There’s time. I don’t want you to tire of me too quickly.”
He said it like a joke, but there was a flicker of vulnerability in the tension around his eyes. She touched his jaw and drew him down for another kiss. “I won’t tire of you. I might rush into things sometimes, but I don’t give up on people. And I’m not letting you go.
“No.” He gave a short laugh. “The minute you said yes, I was gone and this...nothing has ever felt more right to me.”
“I tweaked the spell.”
His hand cupping her shoulder, stilled. “What did you do, Rocky?”
“The bond. I tweaked it so it works both ways. I’m bound to you too.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment and when he spoke, his voice was oddly gruff. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
She raised her head to look at him and the depth of emotion in his bright eyes made her own tear up.
“It was easy enough.”
“Raquel...” He pulled her down and gave her a sweet kiss before tucking her head against his shoulder again. She let her hand wander across his chest, down over his tightly muscled abdomen. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. With anyone else, that might have made her self-conscious, but the way Fen looked at her left no doubt about how he felt about her body. Already, he was hard. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he groaned.
“Do we need to worry about priapism or is this a hound trait?”
“Ha. Ahhh. Oh gods.” His voice grew rougher. “Do that again.”
She did.
“I’m twenty-eight and you’re the first woman who’s ever touched me like this. I softened after the last time so it’s not priapism.”
