But Rais had wanted this woman for too long and he was in pain from wanting her right now. He grabbed her hands as he lifted them over her head. “Not a chance,” he told her. “My turn,” and he pressed his erection against her soft, hot opening.
Joline gasped with the first sensation of pressure. When he started to fill her up, she liked it so much that she shifted, taking him deeper.
“Ah, love, don’t move,” and he closed his eyes, trying to maintain a small bit of control. “Yes, just like that,” he encouraged as she pressed her hips closer. He felt her knees against his waist, her feet on the backs of his thighs and shook his head, trying to slow down.
When he felt her body’s resistance, he looked down at her. “I’m sorry, Joline,” he said a moment before he pressed through, then stilled.
Joline felt a slight pop but none of the pain she’d been expecting. “I’m fine,” she breathed, shifting her hips experimentally. Then laughed. “I’m truly fine!” and she arched into him. She’d never thought that this would feel so perfect, so amazing. He was buried deep inside of her and she’d never felt so full. “You feel wonderful,” she told him and pulled her arms from his grip, wrapping them around his neck. “Do what you need to do,” she encouraged.
Rais looked down at her and thought her facial features were a bit too blasé for what he was thinking. “What I need to do?” he repeated. He moved in and out of her a bit, feeling the friction, her sheath like a tight glove.
“Oh!” she gasped, not realizing that the movement would feel so…amazing. “I thought this part was for the man,” she told him, closing her eyes as she lifted her hips to meet his next thrust.
He couldn’t believe what she was saying and would have laughed if she didn’t feel so incredibly good. “Move with me, Joline. However feels good, just do it.”
Joline heard his words, but the buzzing in her ears and the desperate need to find that release again was pounding at her, pressuring her to just shift and angle her body so …yes!
Her legs tightened around his hips, trying to get him to keep on moving…just like that! Again and again he shifted against her body, making her feel completely out of control in her need to get that sensation, to have his body press against her exactly how she needed him to. Later, she might feel selfish but at the moment, she couldn’t think about anything other than…
Rais watched as her body climaxed once again. He’d been gritting his teeth, trying to hold back his own orgasm to help her achieve her own, but with that sound, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body was clenching his erection, pulling him in deeper. A moment after she started screaming, he felt his body lose control. The waves crashed over him again and again until he collapsed on top of her.
As he rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him, he was astonished. Never had any sexual encounter been that…amazing.
Chapter 6
Rais held Joline against him, felt her trembling slowly subside while he stared up at the ceiling. The possessive feelings that were swarming over him as he held this beauty in his arms were almost choking him.
“We’ll be married,” he announced. The thought hadn’t even completely formed in his mind before the words fell out of his mouth. But as soon as he said them, he knew that they were right. This was his woman. This was the woman he hadn’t even known he was looking for all these years. And he wasn’t going to lose her.
Joline stirred in his arms, lifting her head and pushing her hair out of her eyes. Those pretty hazel eyes just stared at him as if he’d announced that he was an ax murderer. “Married?”
“Yes. You’re mine. You gave yourself to me. We’ll be married.” He knew he was being arrogant, a trait she claimed to abhor, but he couldn’t help it. This woman couldn’t get away from him.
Joline pulled further away, grateful when he allowed her the space. She pulled the sheet along with her, hiding her nakedness from his eyes, and ignoring the amusement on his bold features.
She stood up and grabbed his shirt, slipping her arms into the long sleeves and wrapping the rest around her body. “We can’t be married,” she told him firmly. She turned away from the enormous bed, away from the man’s magnificent nakedness. Goodness, all she wanted to do was climb right back into that bed and explore his body, feel those amazing sensations all over again. She would love to curl up in his lap and let her hands drift over the muscles on his chest and his stomach.
That was impossible, she told herself firmly. She had to pull back, to regain perspective. This man was…she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to think, to make sense out of tonight.