He lowered himself next to her and took her gently in his arms and this was the best of all, this was so good, his skin against hers at last. She sighed against his lips as they collided again, in searching, carnal kisses. And his hand slid down over the curves he’d earlier claimed,her buttocks, her waist, her belly, to tangle in her damp curls between her legs. Her breath snagged in her throat. Softly, softly, his hand slid between her thighs, urging them wider, and she parted them, allowing him access to where she was wet and aching, and when he stroked, slowly and deliberately, a shocking pleasure bolted through her.
She gasped and arched into his touch. He did it again, and again.
“Is it good?” he murmured.
Her breath shuddered. “So... good... Christian... what is this?”
He didn’t speak, and she no longer could. His rhythm was deliberate, teasing; delicate, then harder. Her own hips began to move with him, teaching him the speed she wanted. Somehow she knew.
An astounding pressure was welling against the seams of her being, and at first she didn’t know if she was chasing it or running from it when she arched into his touch, but she was moving with it instinctively. It was desire, churned like a sea; she could not contain it. Her hips thrust and undulated with his stroking fingers; her breath was a sobbing roar. She begged him for what she didn’t know. She gripped his shoulders and watched him pleadingly, almost accusingly. “Please, Hawkes... please... I need...”
“I have you,” he whispered, as though he knew she was about to be launched from her body. “Let go.”
She was torn from her body and flung into space, and her head tipped back in a hoarse scream of exultation as she bowed upward from the force of an indescribable, shattering bliss that coursed through her. Shaking her.
The shock of it. The unimaginable glory.
She opened her eyes to find his face gazing downat her with a sort of burning amazement and awe. So solemn and lustful.
She touched his face. She could not speak her gratitude, but he could read it.
He bridged her with his arms, and she knew what was to happen next.
She saw how his own rough breath moved his shoulders.
“Christian... you are trembling...” For he was. She drew a hand along his bicep.
“Because you are beautiful and sweet beyond belief and I am moved. I want you so badly, Aurelie. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was hoarse.
“I want you to feel what I felt. You cannot hurt me... I know you will not... when I want you so... I want you so. Please.” She arched up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her.
He guided his cock into her as she arched up to meet him, savoring the feel of his body joining hers, an act of joyous defiance and reclaiming.Thisman. A man she had chosen for herself.
She rested her hands on his chest as he began to move inside her, slowly at first. Languidly.
She watched in wonder as pleasure and emotion shifted across his splendid face. How his eyes went nearly black and unseeing; how the cords of his neck grew taut; his breath was hot against her lips, coming in gusts. She touched her fingers because she wanted to feel the tension gathering in him. She wanted to savor that nearly unbearable building bliss that he was finding in her body.
And then she could feel her own bliss building again. The marshaling of a shattering release. She gasped in amazement; it tapered into a moan of his name. “Christian... I think I am... again...”
“Move with me, love,” he rasped.
They crashed and plunged together like wild things. She whimpered and begged; her breath came in gusts; her fingers dug into his shoulders.
His breath was a ragged roar now. “Aurelie... oh God...oh God...”
And she held him fast as she knew he was hurtled from his body as well. She could feel his body racked with pleasure; it made her feel like a conqueror.
Seconds later, her own release nearly blacked her vision.
“Aurelie?” he murmured. “How do you feel?”
“I am not yet in my body. I am up in heaven, I think.”
“What a coincidence. So am I. I think I see you there.”
She laughed softly. He smiled at her.