He moaned and came down beside her once more and took her lips between his teeth, nibbling hungrily before his tongue once more was inside her mouth teaching her what was to come.
“Edward…” she said his name, as his fingers found the cleft between her thighs and pressed h
ard. She jerked with pleasure. “Oh…yes…”
His finger worked its way inside and this time she was the one moaning. His free hand moved over her belly and then came to part her thighs as his kisses traveled over her and then he rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh, kissed it as his lips traveled higher and she arched.
Riveted by the ecstasy he aroused in her, every nerve ending was alive and sending messages to her brain. Messages that said ‘yes, more, yes’ and made her tense to his tongue, which lapped and licked her into a frenzy as his teeth gently nibbled. She was transported into pleasure, swept away with emotions that whispered his name and as he gently sought her wetness with his finger.
Her body jerked from his ministrations. She felt primal and wanted to cry out when all at once, her entire body exploded with sensation so great she did in fact scream out his name, “EDWARD.”
His moans incorporated sweet words of hunger, “Sweet Star…my own beauty…” he murmured huskily before he put himself between her thighs.
She could feel his rod there at her opening. She knew what was coming and trembled as she waited for it.
He whispered hoarsely, “Are you ready for this…are you sure…?”
“Yes, yes…want…” she answered, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.
He rubbed his cock at her cleft before pushing in just a bit. His voice was low, erotic sounding as he told her, “So tight, oh but sweetheart, so wet and tight…”
All she knew was that she had turned feral at his touch. She wanted everything he had to give in every single imaginable way. Then, as he rammed into her, she felt an immediate tearing and a sharp pain. It was over almost as soon as it occurred and he was rocking himself inside of her. She matched his movements and pumped against him for he had worked her into a frenzy of sexual need.
Suddenly he pulled out of her and said almost harshly, “No…no…not yet…I want this to last.” He scooped her into a sitting position. She eyed him questioningly, for she was in heat, she wanted him inside of her, she wanted him in every imaginable way a woman could want a man. He turned her gently and set her on her hands and knees and whispered low and sweetly, “Your derriere is exquisite my love…you perfect little woman, you.”
She felt him rub his cock on her bottom and pumped backward against him wanting him to enter, wanting him to make her feel the way she just had.
He complied, slamming his cock deep inside and rocking her in an age old motion that brought her to a screaming climax. She shook and jerked this time with the aftershocks of her experience and he released a short laugh and said, “Now…my love, now…”
He pulled out once more and she felt cold from his withdrawal, and objected. He laughed again, “Here, Star…is this what you want, and he plunged himself back inside of her and his hands went around her to find her breasts and as he pounded into her and fondled and teased her nipples, he let out a long hard growl of pleasure as he let himself go.
He collapsed on the blanket and brought his arm around her to draw her close. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips. He whispered words of admiration and satisfaction and she waited. She waited to hear him say he loved her, but that one word never escaped his lips.
Was she disappointed he had not said it, she asked herself? Not exactly. Why, she asked herself. Because, he damn well does love me and I am going to hear it from his lips…soon, very soon.
Chapter Sixteen
STAR WAS AWARE of him in a way she couldn’t explain, even to herself. He seemed to hold a key and that key opened a new and wonderful world for her.
He helped her dress, even as he stood naked in the sun and she saw his manhood, still hard and erect.
She smiled at him and he took her fingers to his lips and said, “Star, there are so many things I want to say to you, but more importantly, I want to get you safely home.”
An answer to this was something she couldn’t seem to form either on her lips or in her mind. She never wanted him to leave her or be far from her, but that was what was happening.
She did the only thing she could. She smiled and he helped her with the buttons down the side of her gown, and set her to rights.
When she turned, he had on his breeches and was pulling on his boots and their eyes met and locked. Life now would be forever changed. She wondered what he was thinking for the expression on his face was inscrutable.
It didn’t take them long to ride the distance to Berkley after that and he created an atmosphere where she was not uncomfortable. He teased and challenged her to a race and then they took their fence flying, laughing and jesting about nonsense—all instigated by him.
She would be forever thankful for the manner in which he treated her after their love-making. If she had not won his heart, if he broke hers by leaving without giving her his, she would always remember this time with him and how perfect he had been in every imaginable way.
They dropped off her horse at Berkley stable. With her hand in his, he walked her front courtyard, where he tethered his horse to the hitching post. He took her elbow to lead her to her front door.
She opened the door and turned to him, hoping her smile told him how she felt, and asked, “Do you come in?”
“No, not now, love. I must return to Stamford…”