Her throat tightened with emotion. “If you stop this time—”
“I can’t fucking stop.” He slid down so he was almost lying between her thighs. His lips brushed her hip. “I’d just as soon cut off my balls, Sienna.”
The sharpness of her relief mingled with amusement, and her stomach bounced with a silent laugh. “Well now, that would just ruin everything.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He exhaled in a huge rush of air against her lower abdomen.
The momentary lightness in the atmosphere faded as Warrick slipped a hand between her legs.
“Sienna, baby,” he muttered thickly. “Oh God, you’re so warm. So soft.”
She couldn’t answer, dared not move, just waited for him to touch her deeper. Her sex clenched with the need and her breath came out in short little puffs.
He traced her folds, dipping into her crease just enough to drive her mad. He teased and tortured with his featherlight touch, until she whimpered and uttered the husky pleas she’d tried not to let escape.
He let out a low growl of triumph as he slid a finger deeper inside her. Sienna came almost immediately. Her body clenched around him and a sob of pleasure fled her lips as she trembled through the small, yet significant release.
Amazing. Sienna’s head still spun and pleasure continued to rock through her body. But he wasn’t done. The brush of his lips between her legs had her hips rising from the ground and a startled cry fleeing her lips.
“Warrick…”
“I need to taste you again, baby,” he murmured, before sliding his tongue past the folds of her sex.
Her fingers dug into the grass, squeezing fistfuls and ripping them from the earth as she gave herself over to the exquisiteness of the moment. Last night when he’d done this to her, the pleasure had been so intense she’d nearly shattered into a billion miniscule pieces. And now he was going to do it again.
She writhed against the wet friction of his tongue sliding over her. Into her. And then he homed in her sweet spot. Sucking and licking it endlessly, until she felt the rush of another orgasm climbing.
When she finally peaked, her sob of pleasure was carried away with the sounds of the river. Tears from the intensity of her climax continued to spill down her cheeks as she reached blindly for him, wanting to touch him the same way he’d touched her. But he stilled her hands, pressing them back down into the grass.
“I can’t wait anymore, Sienna,” he rasped. “I need you. Now.”
He moved to brace himself above her, settling between her thighs. The hard brush of his thick cock against her sex had every muscle in her body tightening with anticipation.
He caught her lips again in a deep, searing kiss as he eased inside her. Her heart swelled with emotion and the ache to join with him grew. She was ready. Sienna closed her eyes and waited, anticipating the moment she’d dreamt of for years.
But then he thrust deep and she was reminded, though her heart was ready, her body was a little behind the game.
Warrick froze. The shocking tightness of Sienna’s body combined with her stifled cry of pain registering at once.
It couldn’t be possible.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Sienna. Are you…?”
Her face was tight with discomfort, but was beginning to turn pink with embarrassment. “Please don’t stop, Warrick.”
A virgin.
A thousand thoughts slammed into his head at once. All the things she’d said to him. Taunts of her experience with men. How sex could be casual. How she could sleep with any man she wanted.
Sienna had still been a virgin.
“Warrick,” she pleaded, her thighs tightening around his hips. “Please, I’m not going to break. I didn’t want you to know.”
“Didn’t want me to know?” he muttered thickly.
Even as the slick walls of her channel gripped his dick like a silky, gloved fist, he struggled to believe that he was the first man to be inside her body. Jesus. The mind-blowing discovery had his chest expanding with dismay.
She was just as innocent today as she had been at eighteen. Or she had been until he’d taken that innocence just moments ago. Braced above her, he stared down into her vulnerable expression. Beyond the passion, there was steadfast trust there and a silent plea that he not stop.
“Please, Warrick,” she said softly and reached up to cup his cheek. “I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”
Her words erased any doubts that were surfacing.
Mine.
He tried to fight it, tried to go slowly to let her adjust to him. But the intensity of the pleasure shoved at his dismay and guilt, bringing to the forefront only his need to drive into her and find release of his own. Calling his primal side dangerously close to the surface. She moved her hands to his shoulders and began to move, bringing him deeper.