Now he groaned, and she continued to suckle him, one hand moving up and down while her tongue worked away at his tip, and she could feel him growing even thicker and harder, if that were possible, his breath going in and out in sharp gasps. Then his hand touched her hair, and he told her in strangled tones, “Stop, Margot. That’s incredible, but — I want to be in you. Okay?”
Was that okay? Of course it was. She wanted to be joined with him, hadn’t really intended to bring him to climax with her mouth — it was only that she’d gotten a little carried away. “I want that, too,” she whispered.
He ran a hand down her hair and over her cheek, a gesture so tender, so gentle, that something in her wanted to weep at his touch. But she didn’t, instead maneuvered herself up against the pillows as he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. She knew what he was doing, wanted to protest, to say that she knew how to protect herself with Brigid’s charm — but she didn’t. He certainly hadn’t lived a celibate life, and although she was sure he’d always taken precautions, it was probably best to be safe now.
A crinkle of the foil packet, and then he was rolling the condom on, his fingers shaking a little. Funny, since she was sure he’d done that hundreds of times before.
But never with me, she thought then, and there was something oddly triumphant in that realization, that she had such an effect on him.
But then she didn’t have time to think about anything else, because he was above her, dark eyes intent on hers, his hands planted firmly on either side of her. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly.
Oh, yes, she was ready. Or at least her body was, and she’d worry about her brain later. In this moment, all she wanted was this final connection with him, this consummation that had been desired for far longer than she’d wanted to admit.
“Yes,” she replied. “Please, Lucas.”
That was all he needed. She was so ready for him that he slipped in easily, despite his girth, and she let out a gasp, then wrapped her legs around him, driving him deeper, wanting him there, in the very core of her being, in that place which had been empty for so long.
He moved slowly at first, then began to slam into her harder and harder, his breath coming in gusts, his jaw tight. Was he trying to hold off, so she might climax first? She didn’t know for sure. All she did know was that her limited experience had never prepared her for this, for the sensation that every stroke, every thrust seemed to build in her, her body clenching around him, driving him deeper, her own breathing shallow and trembling.
Goddess help me, I do love this man.
Margot did climax before him, but only by a few seconds. Then she could feel his body tense, and he cried out, slamming into her as the orgasm shuddered its way through his body. He finally collapsed on top of her, but she didn’t mind, loved how she could feel his weight pressed against her breasts and her stomach, her legs and her arms. It was as if he wanted to continue the connection, make sure it was felt along every inch of both their bodies.
Eventually, though, he pulled away and more or less collapsed on one side of her. His hand reached out and sought hers, fingers twining around one another, then giving a gentle squeeze. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, seemed content to lie there next to her, their breathing eventually settling and calming. She was glad of the time he was giving her, time she desperately needed to sort out what had just happened. Lucas had made love to her. She couldn’t call it just sex. She’d had casual sex before, and this was nothing like that.
Everything had changed, and she didn’t know what in the world to do about it.
11
Lucas sensed Margot wasn’t quite up for talking, so after a long moment he gently released her hand from his, then got up from the bed so he could go to the bathroom and get himself more or less cleaned up. After disposing of the condom and rinsing himself off, he splashed some more water on his face, hoping that would clear his head.
He’d somehow known it would be spectacular, but he still hadn’t expected…that. Funny how it was the cool and collected ones who turned out to be the fieriest in bed. Just the merest recollection of the way she had felt, the way she had tasted, made him begin to harden again. Damn. Not that he wouldn’t mind going for round two, but he had a feeling Margot might need a little more space than that.
To distract himself, he got a clean pair of underwear out of the lowboy he kept in the dressing area of his bathroom, then pulled on a fresh T-shirt as well. Hoping that was enough to prove to Margot he wasn’t ready to start all over again, he went back out to the bedroom. She had already put her underwear back on, and was just picking up her camisole from where it had landed on the floor.