considerate.” Bending, she kissed his smiling mouth. “You’re really quite exceptional, you know,” she murmured, sitting up again. “I must return the favor.”
He flexed his hips lightly and felt her body softly yield. “It shouldn’t be a problem. I’m already feeling immensely favored.”
His pearl studs on his shirtfront gleamed with his movement and she lifted her brows. “No diamond studs?” She hadn’t noticed before, intent on other things. “You of all people. I’m surprised.”
“Do you like diamonds?” A sudden coolness had entered his voice.
She laughed. “So cynical, Dalgliesh. I don’t want your diamonds. You know what I want.”
He grinned. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for this.” She touched him where their bodies met.
“Perfect.” Thinking the gods were definitely looking on him with favor tonight, he lightly gripped the outside flare of her thighs, and thrust upward, forcing her wider, filling her completely, utterly, to the limit.
Then—with consummate grace—a modicum past the limit.
She shut her eyes—the sensations excruciatingly fine, the pressure compelling, ravishing, the sense of powerlessness she felt with his hands holding her firmly, perversely satisfying.
“There, there, relax . . .”
His voice reached her through a hot haze of desire, and it took a moment before she opened her eyes, before she’d recovered enough to whisper, “I may not survive the night.”
“Of course you will.” He spoke softly, gently stroked her legs, soothing her, calming her. “We’ll take our time.”
“Such assurance. I won’t ask you how you know.”
And he had no intention of telling her. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”
She smiled. “What I don’t know, you can teach me.”
“That’s not necessary. Believe me, you can do no wrong.”
“At least I know how to ride.” And with that smiling statement, she gracefully rose to her knees, hovered for a fraction of a second on the very crest of his erection before lowering herself again in a warm, silken flow that added a new dimension to his memory of lascivious sensation. He dragged in air through his teeth as she repeated the exercise, his nerves jolted by ravishing, agonizing shock waves. When she came to rest a second later, fully impaled on his cock, he shut his eyes and gave himself up to her slow, languorous rhythm, each gliding, tantalizing skin-on-skin ascent and descent blazing a new fiery trail to Nirvana.
Her exquisitely accommodating rise and fall was facile and fluid, her thighs strong, her sleek vaginal muscles toned, resilient, forceful, and before long, Alec found himself resentfully wondering what it had taken to develop those muscles. This from a man who liked supple women who knew how to use their bodies. This from a man who’d always preferred sexually proficient females.
“You’re not paying attention.” He’d missed a beat.
“The part that matters is paying attention,” he said, his eyes half shut. “Don’t stop.”
“You’re not in a position to give orders right now,” she playfully murmured.
He opened his eyes fully. “What if I wanted to be?” His voice was suddenly softly speculative, his gaze less so, brute temptation rising unchecked. “Take charge, as it were. Of you.”
She smiled. “By all means—do.”
His engorged penis surged higher as if already given leave to take what liberties he wished. Her soft groan in response was gratifying and familiar. “You like hard cock, don’t you?” But his voice was taut, sullen. How many men had heard that soft, sensual groan, had stood stud for her, had been offered carte blanche?
She moved her hips in a faint rotation, measuring the towering grandeur inside her. “Shouldn’t I?” She smiled. “Surely, you of all people shouldn’t be questioning female arousal.”
“I’m not.” A blatant mendacity. Raising his hands, he cupped the plump weight of her resplendent breasts and struggled
He flexed his hips lightly and felt her body softly yield. “It shouldn’t be a problem. I’m already feeling immensely favored.”
His pearl studs on his shirtfront gleamed with his movement and she lifted her brows. “No diamond studs?” She hadn’t noticed before, intent on other things. “You of all people. I’m surprised.”
“Do you like diamonds?” A sudden coolness had entered his voice.
She laughed. “So cynical, Dalgliesh. I don’t want your diamonds. You know what I want.”
He grinned. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for this.” She touched him where their bodies met.
“Perfect.” Thinking the gods were definitely looking on him with favor tonight, he lightly gripped the outside flare of her thighs, and thrust upward, forcing her wider, filling her completely, utterly, to the limit.
Then—with consummate grace—a modicum past the limit.
She shut her eyes—the sensations excruciatingly fine, the pressure compelling, ravishing, the sense of powerlessness she felt with his hands holding her firmly, perversely satisfying.
“There, there, relax . . .”
His voice reached her through a hot haze of desire, and it took a moment before she opened her eyes, before she’d recovered enough to whisper, “I may not survive the night.”
“Of course you will.” He spoke softly, gently stroked her legs, soothing her, calming her. “We’ll take our time.”
“Such assurance. I won’t ask you how you know.”
And he had no intention of telling her. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”
She smiled. “What I don’t know, you can teach me.”
“That’s not necessary. Believe me, you can do no wrong.”
“At least I know how to ride.” And with that smiling statement, she gracefully rose to her knees, hovered for a fraction of a second on the very crest of his erection before lowering herself again in a warm, silken flow that added a new dimension to his memory of lascivious sensation. He dragged in air through his teeth as she repeated the exercise, his nerves jolted by ravishing, agonizing shock waves. When she came to rest a second later, fully impaled on his cock, he shut his eyes and gave himself up to her slow, languorous rhythm, each gliding, tantalizing skin-on-skin ascent and descent blazing a new fiery trail to Nirvana.
Her exquisitely accommodating rise and fall was facile and fluid, her thighs strong, her sleek vaginal muscles toned, resilient, forceful, and before long, Alec found himself resentfully wondering what it had taken to develop those muscles. This from a man who liked supple women who knew how to use their bodies. This from a man who’d always preferred sexually proficient females.
“You’re not paying attention.” He’d missed a beat.
“The part that matters is paying attention,” he said, his eyes half shut. “Don’t stop.”
“You’re not in a position to give orders right now,” she playfully murmured.
He opened his eyes fully. “What if I wanted to be?” His voice was suddenly softly speculative, his gaze less so, brute temptation rising unchecked. “Take charge, as it were. Of you.”
She smiled. “By all means—do.”
His engorged penis surged higher as if already given leave to take what liberties he wished. Her soft groan in response was gratifying and familiar. “You like hard cock, don’t you?” But his voice was taut, sullen. How many men had heard that soft, sensual groan, had stood stud for her, had been offered carte blanche?
She moved her hips in a faint rotation, measuring the towering grandeur inside her. “Shouldn’t I?” She smiled. “Surely, you of all people shouldn’t be questioning female arousal.”
“I’m not.” A blatant mendacity. Raising his hands, he cupped the plump weight of her resplendent breasts and struggled
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