“Did you think you weren’t having this effect on me?” he asked as she pressed her forehead into his collarbone. “How close are you?”
Close. She held herself still for his touch, breath stalled as she chased the pinnacle that his teasing touch kept just out of reach.
She sobbed when he withdrew. She half expected a smug smile at denying her, but he only promised, “Soon.”
There was nothing in his face except lust. Unadulterated lust as he finished removing his underwear and dispatched hers as adeptly. He pressed her onto her back.
This was it. She apprehensively parted her legs as he loomed atop her, but after one brief kiss, he began working his way down.
Oh, no. That would be too intimate.
“We can just...do it,” she said, playing her fingers through his hair as his mouth went across the top of her chest. He was ready; she was ready. “Don’t you want to?”
“I want to do many things, ateleíoti gynaíka mou.” My endless woman. “Many.”
He cupped her breast and licked at her nipple. Blew across the dampness so it tightened hard enough to ache, then enclosed it in the heat of his mouth. Bizarrely, the pull of his mouth sent electric heat into her loins, flooding her with a fresh response of damp arousal.
She found herself writhing beneath him as he anointed both her breasts this way. She slid her thighs against his hard ones, liking the scrape of his leg hair against the softness of her own limbs, arching so he would take her nipple deeper into his mouth.
At one point, he hissed something in a voice that wasn’t quite steady and his teeth scraped the side of her breast. Then he was taking his kisses down and down, before parting her and then tasting her and leaving her with no secrets left undiscovered.
He didn’t need her to show him anything. Before she could dream of being self-conscious, she was sobbing in the acute pleasure of climax.
That did make her feel abashed, tipping so quickly and easily into her own enjoyment. She felt selfish, but he didn’t stop. He stayed exactly where he was, tenderly teasing her back into restless arousal, then growing more determined to make her moan.
When she began lifting her hips into his caress, he slowly made his way back up her body, reacquainting one kiss at a time with all the places he’d already visited.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked, baffled by how much care he seemed to be taking. By how much pleasure he was bestowing upon her with such generosity.
“Enjoying you. Enjoying what we do to each other. I love the way you’re giving yourself over to me, letting me claim all of you as mine.”
Her overheated brain tripped on his I love, but she didn’t have time to become despondent that it wasn’t a more profound declaration. He swept his hand down between them, before plunging a finger into the molten core of her, making her shake.
They kissed passionately and when she lifted her hips into his touch, he shifted to settle over her.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he reminded against her lips, guiding the blunt tip of his erection against her entrance.
“I know,” she whispered, legs helplessly falling open even farther.
He watched her as he pressed into her. It was too much. She wanted to close her eyes against that intense look of his, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She gripped his upper arms and bit her bottom lip and tried not to wince at the sting that grew to a white-hot warning of true pain. A small sound of alarm throbbed in her throat.
He froze. Tension pulled across his cheekbones. His nostrils twitched and his lips thinned against his teeth.
“Keep going,” she pleaded. It hurt, but beneath the sting was a sweet stimulation that called to her.
He forged in, the pressure and stretch becoming insistent. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it, his hips sealed themselves to hers. He let out a shaken breath and cupped his hand against the side of her head, one thumb playing at the corner of her mouth.
“All right?”
His throbbing flesh was inside her. She could feel him twitching within her in the most astonishing sensation. His hard legs kept hers open for his invasion and the rest of him was a heavy weight upon her.
In every way she was at his mercy. Helpless. But when he nibbled at the edge of her jaw and breathed, “You feel so good,” she felt precious. Like she was giving him something merely by allowing this.
Her eyes stung then and he noticed the dampness gathering there. His brows came together. “Hurt?”
“A little. It’s okay, it’s just...” She almost said “big.” Not that, Ilona. He’ll laugh. “I didn’t know it would feel like this. It’s just sex. Everyone does it.” But it was overwhelming.
A shadow might have passed within his arousal-fogged gaze, but he touched his mouth to hers and murmured, “No one does it like this. We’re special. Move when you’re ready. Find out what you like.”