He tried to go slow, tried to make it good for her. As much as he wanted her; he wanted this time to be for her.
He pushed the dress from her shoulders and as it fell to the floor, he lifted his mouth from hers to look down at her body. He couldn’t have begun to find the words to describe her ethereal beauty or how much he wanted her, so he didn’t attempt to try.
He picked her up by the hips and twirled her until she was flat on her back in the center of his bed, her body wrapped in only two small wisps of lace.
He pushed to his feet and quickly divested himself of his boots, socks, jeans and boxer briefs.
Putting one knee on the bed, he lowered himself beside her, completely naked, and took her in his arms without hesitation.
He ran his hand up her side, starting at her creamy thigh and travelling quickly up her hip, over the indent of her waist and landed on a lace-enclosed breast.
Her soft gasp and quickened breathing made his already rock-hard shaft pulse with need.
He reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and flipped it on. Light glared into the room, making her blink.
She sucked in her breath and let out a small noise of panic.
He tried to soothe her as he reached for her again. “Shh, everything’s okay.”
“Why’d you turn the light on?” she whispered.
“I couldn’t see you,” he stated the obvious, his hands reaching for the clasp between her breasts. He pushed the cups away from the small, tempting mounds, his eyes fastened to the bounty he was uncovering.
A sharp sound came from his throat.
Elaina saw him staring at her uncovered chest and red flecks of arousal colored his cheekbones as he lowered his head and covered a nipple with his mouth.
He began sucking like a starving man, his hand going to her other breast, and pleasure, swift and intense, had her hips lifting off the bed and pushing against him.
His chest vibrated with the moan coming from deep in his throat. His lips lifted from her nipple and his voice rasped against the soft mound of her skin, “You’re beautiful, Elaina. God, you’re so beautiful.”
She answered him, her heart constricting from the tenderness of his tone, “You’re the beautiful one.”
He lifted up at her words and stared at her, his gaze fixed on her. He peered at her intently, and she felt like he was trying to see into her soul.
She didn’t have anything to hide from him. She reiterated her words, “I think you’re beautiful—I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you,” she whispered.
“Why, baby? Why’d you keep me in the dark?”
She stared with longing at him, her heart in her eyes, “I just knew—I could tell—I wasn’t ready and I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to you.”
He visibly swallowed. “Are you ready now?”
A soft, pink flush covered her face. “Yes.”
“Thank God.”
He reached down, smoothed his rough hands over her sides until they landed on her hips. He divested her of her panties and tossed them aside.
His gaze roved down her naked body and a harsh look of satisfaction crossed his features. He lowered himself back down beside her, and began the slow process of her seduction all over again.
He kissed her slowly, his tongue swirling with hers as her hands clenched his biceps. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, and she began mewling softly into his mouth. He ran his hand up and down her thigh and lifted it over his hip, opening her softness to him. His finger slid between the soft folds at the center of her feminine core, and landed on her slick, wet clit. She jerked against him, moaning.
He rubbed against her, his finger going up and down between her clit and the soft opening of her vagina.
She was wet.
He thought she was wet and excited enough.