“Have you ever touched yourself here, Lorelei?”
He eased a finger inside her slick passage, and she found it impossible to concentrate on his words.
“Show me how you like to be touched.”
She wanted to tell him she never touched herself there and she didn’t know, but she did know. She had touched herself, but had always been deeply ashamed. The experiences had left her tense and disturbed, and afterward she always vowed never to do such a wicked thing again.
He circled her opening with his tongue, then flicked the tip over her secret spot.
“Show me,” he demanded.
“There,” she whispered.
He spread her, exposing her in a way she could never imagine she’d allow. He gently licked the hidden pleasure point. She squirmed against him, wanting more. He took her between his lips and sucked. She jerked at the jolt of sensation.
He eased up instantly.
“Lick me there again, soft, like you were.” His eager compliance made her soon forget her horror at her own bold words.
She buried her hands in his hair and rotated her hips. The muscles of her sex pulsed. She needed to feel him inside her, but didn’t want this new and wicked pleasure to end. She knew he needed more also, but he resisted just to please her. He laved her with his tongue as if she were all he wanted in the world.
The writhing urges of her body grew more demanding. “Put a finger inside me,” she heard some other part of her command.
He did and she moaned, glad for her wantonness. Nothing had ever felt this good. He moved his finger to the rhythm of her hips, then slid his tongue around his finger. A groan from deep in his throat added his fire to her own.
Her whole being was centered between her legs. Her blood seemed to pump from her sex, pulsating spasms out to the rest of her body. She had to remind herself to breathe as her body closed in on itself, desperately grasping his finger.
“You’re so close, sweetheart. Wait.” He pulled away from her so abruptly the shock was like a hard shake. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He hooked his arm underneath her knee and thrust into her as he moved over her.
She gasped. His fullness forced jolts of pleasure to bite hard around the place where they connected. Waves of ecstasy tumbled through her.
He pulled back and pushed into her again, each movement slow and deep.
“Touch yourself, Lorelei. You’re ready to explode.”
She rubbed her secret spot while he slowly rocked in and out. She felt so raw it almost hurt, but something made her push harder. Her body wound tighter, she gasped, almost on the verge of tears.
He reached around her and cupped her bottom, spreading her as he pushed deeper into her. He was pushing past all her barriers. She couldn’t let him touch her so intimately, open her so thoroughly.
“No,” she whispered.
He eased out and in again. “Let go.”
She didn’t know what he meant. With the same sureness with which he had entered her, he eased a single finger into her as well.
Everything in her body clenched at this new, different invasion. She gasped, but no sound came out. Then she came undone. She bucked against him as a wave of concentrated pleasure raced through her.
He lowered her to the ground, keeping in connection with her. When the bone shaking contractions had subsided, he kissed the comer of her eyes, her cheeks, around her mouth. Despite his gentle pecks he was still fully aroused inside her. His presence intensified each little spasm left over from the giant swell that had overtaken her.
With his weight on his elbows, he nuzzled her ear. “I think you did it.”
She brushed his hair off his forehead. “You think?” Her limbs were dead weight. She dropped her hand back down, unable to do much else.
“I’ve never been with a woman like you before, Lorelei. So passionate.”
Despite her exhaustion, she stiffened. Maybe she’d always known deep down she was wanton. Feared it. That was why she hadn’t wanted to take her father’s not so subtle hints to get herself in the family way with Berkley. It wasn’t her pride. It was what she feared she might unleash.
He cradled her head with his palms, forcing her to look into his eyes. “That was a compliment. Your passion is honest. That’s what makes you so rare.”
She traced the outline of his mouth with her finger. “Thank you,” she whispered. He made her feel cherished. That was why she’d risked so much for this intimacy.
She shifted her weight, the pressure on her spread legs becoming strained.
He closed his eyes as if he were in pain. A groan caught in his throat and he pulsed inside her.
“What about you?” she crooned, loving her power over him.
“I was hoping you’d help me out with that.”