He considered asking her to wrap her hand around his solid shaft, but the need to worship her overtook his own desire for release.
“Pleasuring you will please me.” He moved to the end of the bed, climbed up and covered her body. He kissed her with a tenderness that belied his powerful exterior. He stared into those dazzling blue eyes and stroked her face, rolled his hips so she might get used to the feel of his thick arousal brushing against her sex.
“Heavens!” A little whimper escaped her when he broke contact to shift his weight slightly to the left. “I can barely gather my wits.”
“Soon, you’ll struggle to form any coherent words,” he said, ready to lavish the pert pink nipples pleading for his attention.
He laughed at her sudden look of confusion, rejoiced when he took her nipple into his mouth, when his tongue explored the rosy peak, and she moaned and writhed to his tune. He caressed her thigh, slipped his fingers into the tangle of damp curls and stroked back and forth.
“Lawrence!” She clutched his hair, arched her back and tried to direct him to the other breast. But he had another destination in mind. “Oh, Lord.” She sighed as he kissed a blazing trail down to her navel. “What?” was her shocked response when his mouth closed over her sex. He inhaled the scent of her desire as his tongue mimicked the stroke of his fingers. “Please!” she begged, clutching the bedsheets in her fists.
Never had he seen a more arousing sight.
He waited until she jerked her hips and her body shook with the evidence of her climax, until she cried his name and said she needed him, before taking hold of his erection and positioning him
self at her entrance.
“Do you still want me, Verity?” He could taste her sweet essence on his lips. It would take every ounce of strength he possessed to stop now.
“Yes. Oh, how I want you.” She struggled to catch her breath. “More than anything. More than ever.”
He needed no further inducement. He pushed inside her a mere inch. The maddening sensation of wanting to thrust hard, to bury himself to the hilt, and wanting to proceed with the utmost care and caution almost rendered him insane.
Verity must have read his mind.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips, drew him just that bit deeper, enough to send him veering over the edge. “Pain and discomfort cannot be avoided.” Once he’d pushed past her maidenhead, she was his. “But I’m told it will soon pass.”
“Don’t wait, Lawrence. Do it now.”
She clung to him as he closed his eyes and thrust home.
Bless the saints!
Her warm, wet channel surrounded him, hugged him so tight the slightest movement sent waves of pleasure rippling to his toes. But his heart sang the loudest. Love pumped through his veins. Love flooded his body in a euphoric rush.
“Is it too much?” he heard himself say though he struggled to detach from the sheer joy of the moment. “Just say the word, and I shall withdraw.” He moved, but her pained gasp held him rigid.
“Just give me a moment.” She swallowed deeply. “Perhaps if I move first, I will grow accustomed to the size of you.”
“I am yours to command.”
The beauty beneath him arched her hips, rocked slowly against him at first. Each movement brought immense satisfaction, though out of respect for her situation, he suppressed a guttural groan.
Before long they began moving together, in unison, in blissful harmony. The languid pace gave him the opportunity to watch her, to note every sweet gasp, to study the hazy look of desire swimming in her eyes.
As she got used to him, he thrust harder, deeper, though he delivered every stroke with a passion that went beyond pure lust. That said, he would bring her to a climax again. He would feel her muscles tighten around his cock, needing him, wanting him.
“Do you want to take control?” His voice was thick and husky with desire. “Do you want to claim me?” He withdrew all but an inch—let her feel the emptiness without him—before plunging home. She gasped, moaned. “Do you want me to show you how to love me?”
Her hooded lids sprang open. “Yes.”
“Then I’m going to flip you over.” He gathered her close, managed to remain buried inside as he rolled to lie on his back while she straddled his hips. “Move just as we did before, but this time you command the pace.”
A nervous smile touched her lips.
“I shall help you.” He gripped her buttocks, assisted her as she slid up and down, sheathing his cock. He waited until she’d found a rhythm before slipping his fingers through the damp curls to stroke and tease.
Her concentration faltered, her movements growing frantic as lust took hold and swept her away. He watched with wondrous fascination as her sumptuous breasts bounced, as her breathing grew more erratic and she dug her fingers into the muscles of his chest.