“I can bring you pleasure, sweetheart, without putting my cock inside you.”
The crude directness of his words startled her. ’Twas hard to think past “bring you pleasure” and “cock inside you.”
“If we are to avoid the risk of getting you with child, ’tis best I leave my leggings on.” He ran a finger along the side of her face and said, “Believe me, it will be harder for us to stop in time if they are off.”
She looked into those melting brown eyes and heard herself ask, “Must we stop?”
He coughed, then said in a choked whisper, “I want you to be sure. This is a serious choice we make here.”
From what she heard about him, it was a choice he made all the time. She felt her heart constrict. “Do you not want to?”
His eyes flashed, and he broke into a wolfish grin. “Oh, aye, without a doubt I do,” he said. “In sooth, I can think of nothing but being inside you.”
His words sent a jolt of desire through her.
“ ’Tis all I can do,” he said, tracing her bottom lip with his finger, “to keep myself from employing every argument I have to convince you.”
In a voice just above a whisper, she asked, “What arguments would you make?”
“Not the kind you hear with your ears.” He gave her another of those devilish grins that nearly stopped her heart.
He kissed her senseless then. When he guided her hand to the fastening of his leggings, she felt a lurch of awareness as her fingers touched the hardness of his shaft through the cloth. She rubbed her palm down its length, reveling in the moan he made. She sucked on his tongue as she rubbed up and down, pulling new sounds from deep in his throat.
“You will have me spilling my seed like a youth,” he said, grabbing her wrist.
She smiled, pleased at the desperation in his voice. “You said you would take your leggings off.”
He sat bolt upright. After a couple of quick movements under the blanket, he raised his arm aloft with the leggings and threw them across the room. This time when he took her into his arms and kissed her, he was fully naked against her.
And heaven above, he felt good!
The feel of his shaft pushing against her belly sent a thrill through her, right to her core. She bit his shoulder as she ran her hands down the small of his back and over the firm, rounded muscles of his buttocks. He slipped his hand between her legs. As his fingers went round and round, he swallowed her moans in deep liquid kisses.
His breath was hot in her ear. “How does this feel?”
“I—I…”What did he ask?She could concentrate on nothing but what he was doing to her with his hand. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“I won’t,” he said in a husky voice, “not until you cry my name in your pleasure.”
She did not understand what this feeling was welling up inside her.
“Trust me.”
She did trust him. She did.
He lowered himself to pull the tip of her breast into his mouth, his hand never stopping. Tension grew and grew in her. She could feel it in him, too. In the tautness of his muscles, the pulsing shaft against her thigh, the heat vibrating off his skin. As he sucked her breast harder, she pressed herself against his hand, her body wanting still more from him.
When she thought she could bear no more, her body spasmed in wave after wave of pleasure that shook her to her very soul.
Oh God oh God oh God.
After, her limbs felt weak and limp. Stephen’s head rested against her chest; his heart beat wildly against her stomach. With an effort, she lifted one hand and ran her fingers through his hair. She felt a small squeeze inside her when she felt his hard shaft against her leg.
Just when his head began to feel heavy on her chest, he turned with her so that they were on their sides, face to face.
“I never felt that before,” she told him.
He took her face in his hands and gave her a kiss that was slow and deep. When he hooked his leg around her, she ran her hand over the taut muscle of thigh and buttock. All the while, they kissed, tongues sliding against each other.