The Lover
“Just as I suspected, sleek and wet. Like hot velvet.”
“Please…”
“Please what?” He slowly thrust again. “Please take my fingers out of you, or put them back in?”
Sabrina shuddered convulsively. Her breath was gone, the scent of wanton need warm in her nostrils.
“Do you want to feel me inside you?” he asked.
Unable to answer, she twisted restlessly, helplessly. His fingers stroked her again, teasing a moan from deep within her throat. His touch was magic. Sensuality was a fine art to him, but he was too good at it, too good…
“Take me in your hand,” he urged.
Blindly Sabrina shifted her weight so that her fingers could close around his jutting shaft. He was huge and hot and throbbing, all rigid male, and she trembled with excitement when the thick length surged in her hand.
“Do you feel how painfully you’ve made me swell? The thought of all I’m going to do to you is pure torment.”
When she would have released him, Niall shook his head and muttered hoarsely. “No…hold me tighter. You cannot hurt me. Squeeze me harder. Do you know what it’s like to have you touch me? I want your luscious wet heat sheathing me, shivering around my hardness.”
A pulsing began deep inside Sabrina at his raw words of lust, a sweet mindless wanting that swept away all reason. She felt faint with the pain of desire.
He kissed her mouth then, his masterful arms holding her tightly, and the blazing heat became a hurting, painful need. She clung to him, every soft silken curve melting into his hard-muscled form. His bold tongue plunged rhythmically into her receptive mouth, showing her exactly what he intended to do with his male weapon.
She felt his hot desire lick at her senses, his erection stiff against her pulsing flesh.
“Now, cherie, I think you are hot enough…You may ride me if you so wish…Do you desire me, cherie?”
“Yes…”
“Then sit astride my lap.”
Trembling she tried to turn, but had difficulty shifting her weak limbs when her chemise tangled around her thighs.
“Help me,” she pleaded.
A slow devilish smile flooded his handsome features. “Gladly.”
His hands on her narrow waist, he lifted her to meet the full hard length of his arousal, positioning his member at the entrance to her hot honeyed crease.
Her heart thrumming a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, Sabrina tried to press closer, driven by urgency.
“Steady, my little tiger,” Niall murmured. Expertly guiding her, he slowly impaled her on the rampant blade of taut male flesh.
Sabrina’s breath caught in a sigh of rapture as pleasure slammed through her, full and rich and heavy. She fell against him, her face buried in the sweaty silk of his shoulder, wishing she could stay like this always.
But Niall was by no means through with her. Letting his hands slide down to her flaring hips, he penetrated deeper, groaning as the slick heat of her body enveloped him fully. “You’re so tight…Sweet heaven, how you fire my blood…”
Erotically he rocked against her, making slow lazy circles with his lean hips. When Sabrina arched in response, he urged her on. “That’s it, my bonny lass, let me feel you move. I want you wanton and reckless for me…”
Excitement flared through his senses as his erection swelled upward into her clinging heat. He wanted her beyond reason or logic. He wanted her mad with need for him. With a fierce effort at control, he applied himself to the delightful task of truly making her moan.
Watching the tawny-pink flush that had crept to her cheekbones, he showed her how to move, matching each silken thrust to her half breaths. Not giving her a moment’s surcease, his hands kept her hips moving in that maddening rhythm, working her up and down on his impaling shaft till she was flame-hot and trembling.
When Sabrina sank her teeth into his shoulder, Niall laughed in triumph, and surged into her again, deeply, powerfully, forcing her frenzy ever higher.
His movement touched off an explosive wildfire of sensation; suddenly it was too much for her to bear. Sabrina strained madly against him, but Niall held back until he felt her release beginning, the delicious spasming, the convulsive tightening of her loins around him. Each tremor burning through him with an exquisite torture, he held her surging body, feeling her ripple and contract in her ecstasy.
When she sobbed and cried out his name, his restraint slipped; all his senses seemed to crest and shatter. He caught the frenzied woman in his arms and drove into her with hammering wildness.