Seven Minutes in Heaven(65)

“Good.” She lowered her head and licked a path right down to his nipple. Ward propped himself up on his elbows, not bothering to stop the curse word that tumbled from his lips.

Eugenia looked up with a happy grin and wriggled backward.

The moment she put her tongue to his tool, Ward let out a groan that reverberated through his body.

He felt as if he were in a dream. Ruby-red lips, hair falling like curly silk over his legs, and Eugenia’s half-lidded eyes as she plainly enjoyed what she was doing.

“Enough,” he said hoarsely. He needed to come inside her, to possess that curvy sensual body.

A moment later he had her flat on her back, a surprised laugh on her lips. He started kissing her ravenously, plunging into her mouth while he grabbed one of the condoms strewn across the bed.

“Wait a minute. Not that one!” she said, laughing.

Was she going to laugh all night? Probably.

“I wanted a blue ribbon.”

Ward obtained his French letters from the very best purveyor in Bond Street. They were outrageously expensive and guaranteed to please a lady, though he didn’t think the establishment had the ribbon color in mind when they promised satisfaction.

He bent down and licked Eugenia’s rosy nipple, drawing it into the warm depth of his mouth. She pushed up toward him, her legs moving restlessly. “Ward!”

“I’ll give it to you,” he breathed. Damn it, he wanted to lick and suck every inch of her luscious skin.

He breached her silky, glistening folds and slowly fed his fat cock into her. She was so tight, much more than he’d experienced before. She felt so good that sweat broke out on his shoulders.

Eugenia was squirming, eyes squeezed shut, trying to help him. He took hold of her leg and pulled it up, allowing him to slide in a fraction of an inch, a grunt breaking from his lips.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Another gasp broke from Eugenia’s lips. He had to see her eyes. If she was in pain . . .

Maybe he was too large. Or she was too small.

Or maybe he was a madman because every time he glanced down, the sight of his thick cock entering her made him shake with the need to thrust forward.

Fast and hard.

“Eugenia,” he rasped, clearing his throat. “Open your eyes.”

Pleasure-drenched eyes opened, staring at him with a trace of indignation. “Excuse me,” she said with another gasp and a wriggle. “I’m trying to make room where there isn’t any.”

No agony in her eyes. Perhaps a tinge of discomfort. Definitely need.

His head fell forward, just enough so he could kiss her. He kept his hips rigid, in place. He pushed her leg higher until she finally understood and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Ward!” she gasped. But he wanted it to last, slowly, so it was good for her, because damn, once he was seated in her, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“Do you need more?” he asked hoarsely. “I’ll give you more.” He lowered his head again and nipped her lip. “You have to tell me what you need.”

Eugenia’s eyes opened again. “I’ll take what I need,” she cried, panting. Before he could stop her, she arched up, impaling herself a few more inches.

This was a side of lovemaking that he’d never imagined. Hotter, funnier, sweeter. Better in every way. He held himself immobile, loving the flush high on Eugenia’s cheekbones, the way she was biting her bottom lip.

“More?”

“Yes, you miserable fiend. I need you. I need all of you. Now.”

He saw no discomfort in her eyes, just indignation and desire.

With a deep groan, Ward thrust into the hottest, tightest place he’d ever been. Ever. Without exception.

Eugenia’s eyes flew open and a cry broke from her lips.

He froze.

“Do that again,” she commanded, her fingers clenching on his shoulders.

He did it again. And again.

He set a hard pace, braced on his forearms, sweat dripping off his body. He was fighting for control, an orgasm always in danger of roaring up his legs.

Beneath him, Eugenia was writhing, broken words rasping from her throat, nails biting into his back.

His balls drew up, ready to give her everything he had.

At just the perfect moment, she whispered, in a tone of greatest surprise, “I can’t hold back any longer, Ward.”

“For God’s sake,” he groaned. “Don’t.”

She gave a ragged moan and clamped around him with her arms, her legs, her cunny. Every part of her tight and warm and holding him.

“Ward!” she cried, her convulsions shaking both their bodies, as if they were one.

Hips pumping, Ward let himself go, heat roaring up his legs, up his spine, blinding him to anything but the pleasure blasting through his body.