A thrill raced through her, making her nipples even tighter.
She nodded slowly.
He frowned. “But you are so young. You seem to be such a sweet, caring girl. I don’t want to give you the impression we shall have a grand romance.”
She laughed. “I should think the way you phrased the request fairly squelched any illusions of romance.”
“I just do not want any misunderstandings.”
That he should worry about a girl like her…None of her other lovers had troubled themselves too deeply over the matter of her heart. She scoffed. “Don’t worry. I do not long for any romances cluttering up my life.”
“Well, then.” He caressed her shoulders again. Awkwardness hung between them.
“David, I don’t expect anything further from you. I don’t even know who you really are.” She waited. He said nothing. She understood. They were nothing to each other but temporary lovers. There was no need for any formal introductions. In fact, it was better this way. She touched his face. “But I do want this. I want you.”
Though his fever was broken, his gaze blazed hotter. Something about this moment, about the look in his eyes, about the sudden elation in her heart, tugged at her. It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments that she’d always read about but never believed in. She didn’t believe it now.
To chase the silly notion away, she laughed.
Something predatory flashed in his gaze. He locked his hand about her wrist. The suddenness of his action made her gasp. Arousal pulsed through her and she went limp. He took her wrists and pulled them behind her then transferred them to one hand.
Her heart warbled the space of a beat or two then sprinted into a dizzying tempo. He brought his mouth down on hers. His lips pressed hers, hard, demanding.
She was spinning inside, all her bones melting. Her legs buckled. He shifted their weight, supported her against his powerful frame. She opened to him and he plunged his tongue into her. He kissed her so deeply that she was drowning in it.
He broke the kiss and she gulped for air. With his pupils dilated, his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. He released her wrists then grasped her by the shoulders and propelled her backwards.
She allowed it, stumbling along.
“Stop,” he said softly. She obeyed. He slid his hands down then plucked her shift upwards until she was bared to the waist. He lifted her.
Her bottom landed on something hard. The tabletop.
He touched her quim then slid two fingers into her slickness.
His groan was deep, rough.
He pushed her shoulders back and then placed his hands under her bottom and lifted her again, moving her body until her arse hung over the edge. The sense of being suspended in air tingled through her. His large hands spanned from her hip to the edge of her buttocks. He gripped her tighter and pulled her forward until his cock touched her entrance.
He thrust, entering her so fast, so hard that the head of his cock rammed the mouth of her womb. He stretched her. Filled her. A shock of delight rocked through her. Waves of pleasure radiated into her belly, through her legs, and down to her toes.
“Christ.” His word came out a harsh growl. He stared at her, fiercely, for a moment. Then his grasp tightened and he pumped in and out several times.
Pleasure blazed within her, exploding into shades of gold, silver, white. She couldn’t describe it any differently. Color had tone, texture and taste. How silly. Coherent thought wasn’t available to her. His thrusts rocked her. She heard a woman’s cries, loud, uncontrolled, panting.
“Please, please…David! Oh God, please…” She didn’t even understand what she wanted. She just wanted it and she realized that all the times before when she had pretended passion for others, she hadn’t the least clue what the real thing sounded or looked like.
He shifted his body until his lower pelvis touched her erect, straining nub. She gasped. Why had she never thought of that? She arched her back up off the table and ground herself, meeting each of his thrusts. He increased his speed and rocked her harder. She rolled her head on the tabletop. Her cries and pleas grew louder. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs tight on his waist. He went deeper, harder.
The motion triggered spasms that shook her to her very foundations. Violent pleasure exploded deep within her. A sense of completeness as she’d never known consumed her. She fell back on the table. Limp. Spent.
He gave a sound somewhere between a groan and a shout. He jerked himself from her body with such force it rocked her. Hot, surging seed spilled on her belly and his groans echoed in her ears. She closed her eyes as bliss consumed her.
David…
Her mysterious gentleman.
Her David.
God, she’d been born for this moment. She’d been so empty. She hadn’t realized just how very empty. Now he had filled her.