‘I’m flattered that you have such a high opinion of me.’
‘I’m just talking about the way you look.’
‘That’s better. A bit of Rose rage.’ He grinned and she smiled sheepishly back at him. ‘You’re beautiful, Rose.’
‘Oh, please. There’s no need for that, Nick.’
‘Stop running yourself down,’ Nick said forcefully. He gently took her fingers in his hand and unpeeled them from their stranglehold on her nightgown. Then he pushed her back onto the bed, where she fell, breathing thickly, her hair splayed out in unruly curls around her face.
What had he ever seen in those stick insects with their angular bodies and bony limbs?
He slowly pulled her nightgown over her head and there she was, in all her fulsome, voluptuous, sensual splendour. For a few seconds, Nick feasted his eyes on her and Rose looked back at him from under her lashes. Watching me, watching you, she thought, getting so turned on that she thought she might explode at any minute.
All doubts that he might have found her less attractive than the models he cavorted with were driven out of her head by the naked appreciation in his eyes.
And that did something to her. Like a dam being unblocked, every inhibition she had ever nursed about the shape of her body flowed away in a rush of wild, abandoned passion.
Nick, watching, sensed the change of mood, something in the sinuous way she moved under his raking eyes, and with a low groan he bent his head so that he could nuzzle her generous breasts.
These weren’t small tomatoes, they were heavy, ripe fruit with big, defined nipples that hardened as he lavished his attention on them, suckling and feeling her wriggle underneath him in instant response.
Her skin was as smooth as satin and felt just as he had anticipated it would. Soft and womanly.
He dragged himself reluctantly away from her glorious breasts so that he could kiss her, long, slow kisses, punctuated by her soft moans.
‘Touch me again,’ she whispered.
‘Where?’
‘Where you were before…’ Never had it felt so good to have her breasts touched. Having spent a life time being self-conscious about the size of them, she felt wildly liberated at Nick’s obvious delight.
‘Enjoyed that, did you?’ he murmured, licking the side of her neck. ‘My mouth all over your breasts…your spectacular breasts…I’ve never seen such succulent, big nipples before.’
Rose was shocked by the sexuality of his language and turned on at the same time. His voice was dark and velvety and caressing and the way he moved against her…He was as turned on as she was, of that there was no doubt.
She reached down to touch him, but he covered her hand with his.
‘Not yet, my darling. I have to take things at my pace or else I might end up letting us both down.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘I’m so turned on for you, I have to take things slowly.’
Rose smiled, understanding, and was filled with a sense of heady power that she could have this effect on this man.
She sighed as he massaged her breasts, lifting them to his mouth so that he could continue lathering them with his tongue, taking the nipples into his mouth and teasing the throbbing buds with his teeth. Wantonly, she arched up, thrusting herself towards him and moaning loudly as he ravaged her sensitive breasts.
She curled her fingers into his hair and half opened her eyes, following his progress down and then, as he parted her moistened labia, she fell back feverishly, hardly able to believe that she was allowing such an intimate exploration of her body.
She barely knew what to expect. Her knowledge of foreplay was limited and so her body was shameless and involuntary in its arousal.
As he flicked his tongue along the delicate pink flesh, and then deeper, sliding and rubbing her most feminine area, Rose felt herself spiralling into orbit. She writhed against his exquisite invasion and knew that she lacked the will-power and fierce control not to be tipped over the edge.
With a little tug, she pulled Nick up and he laughed softly, but obediently stopped his relentless assault that threatened to send her spinning out of control.
‘That was…’ Rose heard her own voice and barely recognised it. It was husky and breathless.
‘Mind-blowing?’
Before she could find a suitable answer, he parted her legs with his muscular thigh. ‘Now let me really blow your mind,’ he murmured.
It was one deep thrust. She would never have imagined that such a powerful and impressive member could enter her with such effortless ease to fill her up. He began moving inside her, slow, hard, rhythmic and he seemed to know exactly how her body worked because every time she felt herself reaching the inevitable, shattering climax, he would ease his tempo, allowing her to come back down so that he could remorselessly take her back up again.