His thumbs opened her lower lips and his tongue barely touched her opening, but his sweet approach ignited a passion inside her.
“That’s nice.” She meant it, too.
The next swipe of his tongue was harder and caused swirls of desire to shoot up her belly. She’d never experienced anything as wonderful in her life.
Once more, she pushed aside right from wrong and concentrated on this amazing moment. He slid his thumb above her opening and hit something that electrified her.
“Dear Lord in Heaven.”
A wave of lust stronger than she thought existed grabbed her, and she panted out her breaths in staccato bursts. Her delight must have been the signal he’d been waiting for because he slipped a finger into her, forcing her to clamp down on him.
“We can’t have you milking my finger.”
She didn’t want to know why. Enough shocks for one day, she forced her body to relax. It was hard, especially when he wiggled his finger around in circles and hit spots that made more spasms race through her.
If she’d known making love could be this fantastic, she might have sought it out sooner. The little man in her head was about to chastise her for her shocking thoughts, but she kicked him aside.
She bucked her hips for more, and Dirk rewarded her with another finger. The two together not only thrilled her but set her on fire.
He removed his fingers, and when the bed moved, she opened her eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m getting a condom, although I hate using them.”
“I don’t want you to.”
His mouth slightly parted as if she’d given him a present. “But you could get pregnant.”
“The timing is good.” The rhythm method wasn’t foolproof, but she’d deal with that later.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Hurry.”
Dirk crawled on top of her again and supported himself on his elbows. Instead of entering her, he kissed her with more passion that she could hope for. She was the one who demanded entrance and their tongues dueled and explored. The effect of the kiss traveled down her chest and over her belly, stopping when it arrived between her legs. Oh, my.
Their lips separated. He nibbled her chin and then traced a line across her throat to a sensitive part below her ear. The man seemed to know every place that turned her on.
The need to touch him grew. She slid her hands from under her rear and clasped his back. Every time he moved an inch, his muscles flexed, sending delightful signals to her brain.
“God, what you do to me, Elena.”
He should be in her skin!
The way he said her name with a slight flourish on the a melted her. His penis poked her entrance and she widened her legs, needing him to take her. Her musky aroma filled the air.
Instead of one big thrust, Dirk made small forays. She grabbed his rear and squeezed, loving the way his muscles bunched as he entered her. Dirk leaned over and kissed her, edging in farther. That one extra inch stretched her wide. No way would he fit if he fully impaled her.
She turned her head. “He’s too big.”
His jaw tightened and he closed his eyes. “I’ll stay right here for a minute so you can accommodate him. Trust me, he’ll fit. Just give him a moment.”
Breathing more deeply, she willed her muscles to relax. He must have sensed the change in her body, for he drove in. At the quick stab of pain, her eyes burst open. She gasped. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” The last thing she wanted was for him to pull out.
He was hers and she was his. The union of their two souls was complete. Dirk’s eyes opened and the flecks of amber became more apparent. He eased out of her and then thrust back in. Her own lubrication eased the way. She might have been uncertain what to expect, but her body sure seemed to like what he was doing.
Dirk devoured her mouth again and plowed in. Bolts of electricity shot up her spine as he continued his delicious sexual assault. Once he’d broken through her natural barrier, the urge to join him in the thrusting took over. Her mind blanked and she lifted her hips.
He grunted. She groaned. Their kiss deepened as if they wanted to match their tongue movement to the rhythm of their joining. He slid in and out with ease now, and with each thrust, her body heated with desire. The tension in every cell escalated until she wanted to burst. Her fingernails scraped on his shoulders, and she threw her head back groaning so loud she didn’t recognize her own voice.
“I’m so close, sweetheart.”
The ride was about to end. She gave in to all her urges and blanked her thoughts against everything but the smell of his skin, the texture of his pliable muscles, and the lust coursing through her. Her tight sheath widened and contracted, involuntarily pressing around his large shaft.