In the end he lasted four and a half minutes, each second counted out as her exploration taxed his willpower. But she was having such a fine time trailing her lips over his chest, her fingertips over his legs that he endured the sweet torment until she seized his erection and nearly put an end to their interlude with one swift stroke.
“Time’s up,” he announced, catching her by the wrist. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her beneath him. “It’s my turn.”
“That wasn’t five minutes.”
“Are you sure? Damn it, Bella.”
She’d wrapped her thighs around his hips, bringing him into contact with her core. Only her panties kept them apart.
“Take these off.” Fingers bit into his hand as she guided him to her underwear. “Or rip them off. I don’t care. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Your wish is my command.”
But first he sheathed himself in protection. He knew how fast his willpower diminished once she was completely naked. By the time he turned back to Bella, she’d stripped herself bare and knelt behind him.
Her lips on his shoulder made him smile. Her eager fingers trailing up his thighs, however, shortened his breath. In a flash he’d snatched her into his arms and rolled them across the mattress. Once again, he stopped with her above him.
Without words, she understood what he wanted and positioned herself so that just the head of his erection penetrated her. Her lips curved in a blissful smile as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. By the time she’d fully encased him, Blake was certain he’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
*
The first hint of orgasm hit Bella before she’d taken in all of Blake’s considerable length. Being on top offered her a whole new sensation. The bite of his fingers on her hips heightened the wildness rampaging through her. So did his expression of utter satisfaction.
As the first wave of pleasure hit her, she rotated her hips, experimenting with driving herself against his pelvic bone, and then had nothing more to do but hang on for dear life as he gently pumped into her. She bit her lip to hold back her cries, not wanting to disturb Drew. Maybe if they were very lucky, he would sleep through the night and Bella could linger in Blake’s bed until dawn.
Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Her focus intensified on the bliss crashing through her body. It spun her in circles and catapulted her outward in a thousand different directions. Dimly she heard a raspy voice fill the room, but didn’t realize it belonged to her until she returned to her body and spied Blake grinning at her.
“That was spectacular,” he told her, reverence below the delight in his tone. “You are a firecracker.”
With the heat of her orgasm blazing beneath her skin, Bella would never have believed she could feel hotter, but Blake’s compliment turned her into an inferno.
She clapped her hands to her hot cheeks. “I’ve never been this way before. You bring it out of me.”
Blake drew her palms to his lips and kissed each one, setting her body to tingling all over again. In turn, she grasped his hands and brought them to her breasts. He fondled her, tweaking her sensitized nipp**les and reawakening the desire momentarily sated by her climax. She rocked her hips. Inside her, Blake remained thick and hard. He hissed through his teeth as she began to move up and down on him.
“That’s it,” he told her, abandoning her brea**sts to show her exactly the way he wanted her to move.
She only had enough breath for one word. “Wow!”
As fast as she’d peaked before, this time the climb was slower. She had time to imprint Blake’s scent. The salty taste of his skin. His low murmurs of encouragement. By the time he quickened his pace and began thrusting his way to his own completion, Bella knew she’d never escape the memory of this night.
Blake’s movements grew more frantic. He was close. Bella felt the leading edge of another abyss, but she wasn’t going to get there before Blake finished, until his fingers slid between their bodies.
“Come with me,” he growled, touching her with the perfect pressure to make her explode. A second later he began to shudder with the power of his orgasm.
And then she was following him. Their cries were little more than low eruptions of satisfaction, but they crescendoed in harmony.
In the aftermath, Bella settled against his side, her cheek on his strong chest. With Blake’s fingers drifting up and down her spine, she floated on a cloud of contentment. Telling him about her family this afternoon had torn down the last of the walls she’d erected to keep him at bay. She’d opened herself to him and the intimacy left her wanting to understand him better.