THE VALQUEZ SEDUCTION(44)
She smoothed her hands over each part of his chest as she uncovered it, sliding over and stroking him until he was so worked up he was having trouble keeping control. His erection strained, tight and aching, against the prison of his jeans.
Once he had shrugged off his shirt, she started on his waistband fastening, releasing it and sliding his zip down. He watched as she peeled back his underwear, her small white hand stroking his length with tentative shyness. He held his breath as she smoothed the pad of her finger over the bead of pre-ejaculatory moisture at his tip. Her caresses became bolder as she saw the way he was responding.
He put his hand over hers, halting her movements before he disgraced himself. ‘I need a minute.’
‘You need me,’ she said. ‘I need you. I want you.’
‘I want you too.’ There. He’d admitted it. What was the point of trying to pretend otherwise? He hadn’t a hope of holding out. She was too distracting. Too engaging. Too everything.
‘Then why are you stalling?’
The irony didn’t escape him. When had he ever been concerned about going too fast? Normally he was all for the faster, the better. He didn’t hang around too long in case his casual partners got any funny ideas about taking things more seriously.
He didn’t do serious.
He was in it for fun, not for ever.
But something about Daisy made him think of taking his time, indulging in an affair that lasted longer than an orgasm. She was like a good wine. It would be a sin to scull a fine wine without lingering over the bouquet, tasting the subtle nuances and reflecting on the aftertaste.
But even a good wine lost its appeal over time. There was always another variety waiting in the wings. He was like his mother in that way, always on the lookout for something or someone more exciting.
Although right now there was nothing he could think of that was more exciting than having Daisy Wyndham naked in his arms. Her body was so nubile and feminine he wanted to lose himself in her delectable curves.
Luiz brought his mouth back down to within a breath of hers. ‘I’m not stalling,’ he said. ‘I’m just warming up.’
‘So what was that about only kissing in public?’
Yeah, what was that? His attempt to control a situation that was never going to be in his control.
‘I’ve changed my mind.’
He walked her backwards to the bed, his mouth locked on hers, their tongues duelling, their bodies straining to get as close as humanly possible. He quickly shucked off his jeans and shoes and socks and joined her on the bed. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘How will you hurt me?’
He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, looking into the clear blue of her gaze. ‘The first time can be painful.’
She gave him a twinkling look. ‘Well, you are a little bigger than Edward.’
He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. ‘Wicked girl.’
She grinned at him. ‘I’m learning.’
He brought his mouth to her breast, suckling at the tight nipple while she expressed her pleasure in little moans and gasps. He took his mouth further down her body, lingering over her belly button, dipping his tongue in and out before going lower. He traced the seam of her body with the tip of his tongue, once, twice, the third time gently opening her to taste her. She arched up in delight, her hands clutching at the bedcover either side of her. He felt her every tremble against his tongue, her breathless gasps like music to his ears. He varied his speed and pressure, encouraging her to relax into the rhythm of his caresses. She pulled back a couple of times as if shying away from the powerful sensations. He calmed her with slower movements, placing his hand on her belly, close to her mound to anchor her. She sighed deeply and he resumed his caresses, feeling the exact moment when she lifted off. He watched the spasms of ecstasy play out on her face; the intimacy of watching someone having an orgasm had never really struck him quite that way before. She was so open and free, so uninhibited, so perfectly natural it made his breath catch.