Evidently, her antics throughout the day had quashed his restraint. Further conversation wasn’t necessary. They’d said what needed to be said, and they had to cease dithering and race to the location where Fate was determined they go.
She might have been out of her body and watching some other deranged woman carry on precisely as she shouldn’t. Most other females had trod the path she was about to walk. Shouldn’t she learn what all of them had discovered?
Forever after, she would comprehend adult secrets. When other women talked about men and amorous conduct, she would smile and nod. She’d no longer be a curious virgin. From this point on, she would know the details of a passionate dalliance.
He was kissing her, touching her all over, and she was touching him. For once, he was giving her all the physical stimulation she could stand.
He was dressed casually in shirt and trousers, his boots still on, while she was attired only in her borrowed robe. Gradually, he was loosening the belt, tugging on the lapels to open the front so the middle of her torso was exposed. He broke off their torrid kiss and nibbled a trail down her neck, across her bosom, to her breasts.
He began to toy with her nipples, laving them, biting them, until she was squirming with excitement. His naughty hand sneaked down her tummy to her womanly hair, then he slid a finger into her sheath. From Fish’s descriptions, she recognized that this was common, but despite Fish’s technical explanations, Libby was unprepared for how deliciously wicked it would feel.
Before she could fully focus on what was occurring, she was soaring to the heavens, goaded into a paroxysm of pleasure that was beyond imagining. It was as if she’d been struck by lightning, as if every inch of her anatomy, down to the smallest pore, had been electrified with a powerful current of energy.
She cried out with delight, and she flew up and up, finally reaching a peak of bliss that was perfect and stunning. Then she careened down and down, landing safely in his arms. He was the vainest male who’d ever lived, so he was preening over the havoc he’d wrought.
He smirked. “I suspected you were a lusty creature. You’ve proved me right.”
“I can’t believe I let you do that to me.”
“There was no other way for it to conclude. We’re destined to be together like this. Can’t you sense it?”
“Yes, I guess I can.”
“You have to be mine. If you don’t agree, we might explode with unquenched desire.”
“I doubt we’d explode.”
He grinned. “I’m not willing to risk it. Are you?”
“No, we probably shouldn’t.”
He sat on his haunches and yanked off his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder so it fluttered to the floor. Then he lay back down and stretched out on top of her. Her robe was still open, so she was bared for his prurient perusal, and as he snuggled down and their chests connected, she was glad she was prone. If she’d been standing, she might have fainted from the titillation pelting her.
He gazed down at her, and she didn’t quail or try to hide herself. She used her body to tell stories, and she’d never been shy. Besides, he’d just touched her intimately. Weren’t they past the point of modesty?
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, “more beautiful than I envisioned in my wildest dreams.”
“Flatterer.”
“You’ve ruined me for every other woman. You realize that, don’t you? After I’ve been with you like this, what woman could compare?”
She was accustomed to receiving compliments from handsome scoundrels. In light of her profession, it came with the territory, but she hadn’t heard them from a man she cherished, from a man to whom she was miserably attached. His words stoked a fire of yearning that was startling in its intensity.
She wished she could tarry forever on the plush mattress, while he showered her with praise. She was certain he’d never claim he loved her, but she was merrily eager to settle for admiration and regard. It was easy for him to say she was beautiful, and she was ecstatic to let him.
He rolled on top of her again, and he kissed her thoroughly, enticing her until she was baffled over what she’d like to have occur. She was feeling pummeled, her limbs rubbery, as if her bones had melted. She couldn’t slow down what was transpiring, and she wasn’t interested in slowing it down.
Wherever he led her, she was content to follow. In the morning, she’d fret about consequences and wonder if she hadn’t gone mad. But just then, she was thrilled to continue. She was an independent adult who could pick her own path. She’d picked him—to show her how amour could truly be.
Their kisses became more heated. He was driving her up the spiral of pleasure again, caressing her, playing with her breasts. The sensation was so compelling that it distracted her so she didn’t pause to consider where they were headed.
Vaguely, she noted he was unbuttoning the flap on his trousers, then tugging them down to his haunches. He pulled out his cock, the hard male rod that men never grew weary of contemplating. He centered the tip in her sheath, and she took a deep breath and blew it out, determined not to blanch or cower.
For a moment, she frowned, trying to figure out if she was ready. Was she?
Apparently yes. She couldn’t conceive of a single reason to retreat.
“I want to make you mine,” he said.
“I want that too.”
“Do you know what’s about to happen?”
“Yes.”
Her assertion was offered in a hazy manner, from a virgin who’d had it explained verbally, but who wasn’t clear on the details.
“Everything will be perfect now,” he said.
They smiled, then his wily thumb found the spot at the vee of her thighs. He flicked at it, once, twice, and as she soared to the heavens again, he gripped her hips and shoved his phallus into her.
She barely
