She gasped at the slow impalement, and he paused, “Adelyn?” But she rocked up against him and he was sheathed in her flesh, and she forgot where one of them stopped and the other started as they moved together in one motion.
As a musetta, she had teased him. Now he took that power from her, pushing harder and faster than she had imagined, until her back arched and her head tilted into the blankets, offering him her aching breasts and the wild rush of her pulse.
He licked her nipple and rolled the other between his long fingers as he ground his hips into hers. The pressure against her core was her undoing and she came apart again, just as he jackknifed against her with a shout, a wordless cry that nevertheless had a power in it she couldn’t decipher. He thrust again, and one more time, and then he shuddered. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his breath heaving, hot over her skin.
The spasms in her own flesh quieted slowly with his breathing. After a long moment, he withdrew and lowered himself to rest at her side, their limbs still entwined.
“I don’t usually do this.” His voice was muffled against her shoulder.
She tripped her fingertips down his chest toward his still-rampant erection. “You are naturally gifted then.”
He pulled slightly away and caught her hand. “I don’t mean...I don’t know what came over me.”
She laughed, low in her throat. “You came over me.”
He gave her a repressive look. “I am trying to say, I don’t usually take a woman to bed on the first date. Not that this was a date even.”
She raised her hand to cup his cheek. The mingled scent of their sex and the flowers followed the gesture. Her heart seemed to skip once. “That makes me feel very special.”
He stared. “Really?”
“Don’t you think it means something that you would share yourself with me, like this?”
“You are some kind of woman.”