She felt him thrust along her bottom, but he didn’t go inside. His organ lay upwards along her spine, hot as he rubbed against her.
Faster, he went. Faster for them both. His finger on that spot. His organ against her back.
So much. She arched.
Yes.
Yes!
She cried out, muffling the sound against her arm. She went wild as pleasure burst through her body. Wave after wave. She drowned in wonder.
And while she was still pulsing, he grabbed hold of her hips. He held her back against him as he thrust against her spine.
Once, twice, while his breath rasped against her ear.
And then he shuddered and released his seed against her back.
Against her back.
It took a while for her to understand what he had done. They had shared what happened between man and wife, but he had not taken her virginity. He had not tied her to himself.
He had shown her pleasure while still holding himself apart.
She was still dazed. Her legs were weak, her body sagging as she pressed her hands against the wall. And he still lay atop her, his breath ragged in her ear.
But… But they hadn’t done…
He hadn’t taken her.
‘You aren’t mine,’ she said, her voice soft.
‘Because you can’t be mine,’ he whispered. ‘But now you know.’
What did she know? She tried to twist to look at him, but he held her still.
‘You know how to do this yourself,’ he said as he pulled himself off her. A moment later, she felt a cloth gently brushing her back clean.
She waited, her thoughts slowly coming to order. ‘I don’t understand,’ she whispered.
He pressed a kiss to her back. Then another and another. Little presses of his mouth before she heard him dispose of the cloth.
‘I am teaching you lust,’ he said. ‘This…’ He cupped her right breast. He fondled it, squeezing it and twisting the nipple. She wanted to pull away, but there was no room. And a moment later, she began to like it.
How quickly he built the need inside her.
‘Touch yourself this way.’
When she didn’t respond, he pulled one of her arms off the wall. He angled her hand until she cupped herself.
‘Do what I did,’ he said. ‘Touch yourself how you like.’
She didn’t move, but he guided her. He set his large hand around hers.
‘Do it,’ he commanded. And then she felt him grin. ‘I want to feel you do it to yourself. I want you to come apart in my arms. I want to be the man who opens your body to lust.’
So that was what the word meant. This driving hunger. This excitement in body and mind. She had labeled it love. She had to love someone before she allowed such a thing between them.
But perhaps, not for him. Perhaps he could do this to her and not feel love.