“That is wonderful,” she breathed. Then an imp inside her made her press him. “But it is not kissing.”
“You want the kiss then?” he asked, his voice filling the darkness with a vibration she could almost feel. It teased her, and she ached to grab it, to hold it, and to let it caress every part of her.
“Very much,” she answered.
“As you wish,” he said, his lips barely grazing the flesh of her right breast.
She shivered with need. And then he made it even better as he used his teeth to tug at her nipple. Hot and quick while she lost control of her body. She arched and moaned. She spread her legs so that he could push closer. But he did not press closer. Instead, she felt his hand beneath her skirt, flowing upward over her knee and thigh, and bringing the hem of her skirt with it. Her legs were exposed to him, but in the dark, no one could see. Only feel. And she felt everything.
She might have said something, but she didn’t have the breath. She might have asked, “What are you doing?” She might have said, “Whatever it is, do more. Do it again.” But no words came, because he had moved to the other breast, laving it with his tongue, nipping at her with his teeth. The right breast was wet and cold, another feeling to contrast with the heat of his tongue on the other side.
“Do you like that?” he asked before he flicked his tongue up and down over her nipple.
Yes, yes, yes!Her mind was whirling, but she hadn’t the strength to speak. Not until he paused. Not until his hands and his mouth stilled.
“Don’t stop!” she said. Then she gripped his shoulders. “Please.”
She felt his fingers slide higher between her thighs. He explored where she was wet. He stretched and teased, deep into her intimate flesh while she held her breath. And whenever he stilled, she called out to him.
“Please, more.” She wanted to feel this. She wanted to know what this was like. “I have wanted to feel this for so long,” she whispered. “Please show me.”
His fingers delved deeper until they opened her folds. And then he suckled again at her breasts. She was clutching his arm, squeezing her thighs together. But his chest was between her knees now. She was spread open as his fingers worked magic. They touched her, they circled, and they pressed deeper inside.
Nothing had ever been in there before. Certainly not a man with clever motions as he pushed in and out, in and out.
Her belly quivered, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
His mouth left her breasts, and he stretched higher. His thumb was doing something, pressing somewhere that had her hips bucking. Harder. Faster. More!Oh, please, more!
“One last kiss,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she gasped.Anything.Because he had pushed his fingers deep into her while his thumb pressed against that other spot. Then he pulled back before doing it again.
A hard thrust of his hand.
“More,” she pleaded as she arched into his palm.
Again. And again. Fingers rolling and twisting while his thumb—
Pleasure flooded every part of her body. His mouth slammed down on her cry.
Her body burst with waves of delight. Pulse after pulse, rolling outward from his hand.
He held her pinned like that, as she writhed in wonder. He kissed her quick and hard, muffling her sounds. Her hips moved as his hand did. In and out. In and out.
Too much! Don’t stop!
Yes! Oh, beautiful, yes…
Until he stilled.
She was floating in bliss. His breath came in heavy pants against her cheek. He pulled his weight off her body and slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her.
“Your first quickening,” he said. It wasn’t a question, and she heard satisfaction in his tone.
“Is it always like that?”
He was silent a moment, then he said. “With me, it would be. If you wanted it.”