“You okay?” he asked, gliding his lips up her body and noting the glorious glow her skin had taken on in the wake of her climax.
“What did you do to me?” she mumbled, sounding shaken and utterly spent.
“I’m pretty sure I gave you an orgasm.” He made no attempt to hide his smugness and hoped she wasn’t feeling overly sensitive about how she’d let go. It had been sexy as hell and he didn’t want her to retreat from him. “A big one.”
She spread her fingers and peered at him. “What am I going to do with you?”
A second later she answered her own question by dropping her hand to his erection, making him moan. “Just give that a stroke or two.” His voice became a croak as she followed his instructions, demonstrating that she was eager to please him in kind. “No need to be gentle. It’s not going to break.”
“Like that?”
A series of provocative strokes made him groan. “That works.”
He bent and kissed her deep, showing her how much he liked having her hand on him.
“This is nice,” she murmured when they broke apart. “But it would be better if you’d slide on a condom and make love to me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. In seconds he’d located the foil packet and rolled on protection. She watched his actions through half-lidded eyes, lower lip trapped between her teeth. He paused a second to appreciate her tousled blond hair and passion-bruised lips. Then sliding between her thighs, he guided himself to her tight entrance, the tip dipping in, testing her acceptance. The feel of her, so open and receptive, made him want the moment to be perfect for her.
Brushing a strand of hair off her flushed cheek, he kissed her softly. “You ready?”
“Do you really have to ask?”
It took all his concentration to take it slow and let her adjust to him. What he hadn’t considered was his equal need to adjust to her. Her breath shuddered out in a long, slow exhalation as he filled her. It was as if she’d liberated something she’d been holding on to for a long time.
As the long, slow thrust came to an end, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. The trust he glimpsed there made him feel like the most powerful man alive.
“Babe, you feel incredible,” he murmured, making good on his promise to talk. “So tight and hot. I love the way your muscles grab me. Like you want me there.”
“I do.” Her palms coasted down his back and over his butt. She gripped him with surprising strength, fingers digging into his muscles, pulling him hard against her. “I love having you inside me.”
“It’s not too much?”
She shook her head. “I think we’re a perfect fit.”
“So do I.”
And then there was no further need for words. It was a blend of hands, lips, tongue, breath and skin as they rocked together, discovering each other on a whole new level. To say being inside her felt good was a massive understatement. She was all heat and hunger and intensity as she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him.
He thrust into her, finding a steady, pounding rhythm she seemed to like.
Her hips moved in time with his, matching his intensity and even taking the wildness up a notch.
“Harrison, please,” she begged, inner muscles clamping down on him. “Make me come again. Now. I need you.”
Harrison had never been one to disappoint a lady. He slid his palm beneath her, lifting her off the mattress. Gripping her firmly, he went to work, watching her beautiful face for every nuance, adjusting his thrusts to bump her clit each time he plunged into her. And plunge he did. Over and over, gritting his teeth, a growl burning in his throat as he held back his own pleasure.
And then her back arched and a strained cry erupted from her lips. She drove her nails into his shoulder and summoned his name from some endless depth. Her body bucked against his, driving into his thrusts. Seconds later she was shuddering in a long series of ripples that drew him right over the edge after her.
With a final thrust, he collapsed onto his forearms, head falling to the mattress above her shoulder. She shifted so their sweaty cheeks pressed together. His chest heaved as he labored to draw breath into his lungs. It took effort for him to open his eyes. More still to lift his head. But he needed to look into her eyes to see for himself that the world-stopping sex had been just as amazing for her.
To his dismay, her eyes were closed. She was equally winded, but her features were relaxed into an expression of satisfaction.
“London?”
“That was way better than I expected.” Her eyes flashed open. A possessive look blazed there for a moment before she let her lashes fall. “And I expected a lot.”
He levered himself to one side, coming to rest beside her, his head propped on his hand. A strand of hair clung to her forehead. He brushed it off, delighting in the quiet moment. She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. Her thumb grazed over his lower lip.