She shook her head. “No. Don’t…” but then he was right there, taking her hand and pressing it against his chest. “Oh my,” she whispered, her eyes following her hand as her fingers moved over his skin. Hot skin. Smooth, fascinating skin!
“Damn I love it when you touch me,” he ground out.
And she loved his voice, she thought. Her other hand came up and started touching his chest as well, moving along the surface and exploring all of those muscles that she’d felt before but hadn’t had the courage to investigate.
“You’re hard everywhere,” she commented, her breathing changing from smooth to labored and she felt her body heat up just from this simple touching.
“I am,” he told her and pulled the other towel away, proving how right her comment really was.
Joline stared at that part of him, amazed at how large it was. And how fascinating. Her fingers moved lower, following the trail down from his chest to…lower. “Can I?” she asked, not able to say the words.
“I think I might just die if you don’t,” he told her. His eyes closed when her fingers wrapped around the length of him. She was tentative at first, but when his hands closed over her fingers and he showed her how he liked to be touched, she pushed herself up onto her knees, wanting to learn more, to experience more. She’d read about how women would take that part of a man into their mouths and Joline didn’t hesitate. Bending down, she let her lips close over him and almost laughed with delight when she felt his hands bury themselves in her hair. “Ah love,” he groaned.
She loved the way he sounded right now. Unfortunately, he didn’t give her enough time to truly enjoy her newfound freedom. One moment, she was tasting him and the next, she was on her back and he was spreading her legs. “My turn,” was all the warning she was allowed before he was reciprocating. And goodness, he knew what he was doing far better than she did!
Perhaps it was because she’d slept in his arms or maybe it was his voice or even how she’d pleasured him, but it took only a few moments of his tongue laving at her core before she was exploding in a mind-drugging climax that made her throat sore from her cries. She’d barely recovered from that before she felt him press into her heat and the whole storm started up again, slower this time but still insistent. All she could do was hang onto his muscular shoulders as he moved and shifted inside of her, filling her with so much pleasure she thought she would happily die in his arms.
When she screamed out again and held onto him as he found his own release, she thought she really had died and gone to heaven.
When it was all over, he collapsed down on top of her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close to her, afraid that letting him go would mean never experiencing this kind of bliss in his arms again.
Joline sighed as she held Rais close, wondering what was going on inside of her. This man was so complicated and yet, he was simple in some ways. He enjoyed sex and was open and aware of his tastes, not afraid to show her what he wanted. Which made it easier for her to react to him, release inhibitions that had been brewing for years. But at the same time, she had no idea what he was thinking or feeling towards her other than sexual desire. She couldn’t read his features, didn’t understand his motivations and she really wanted to! She wanted to “get” this man on so many levels. She wanted to feel comfortable with him, but suspected that would never happen.
The diamond ring sparkled in the sunlight streaming in through the large windows and she lifted her hand, looking at the ring.
Rais lifted his head and realized how much weight he had on her. Rolling over, he knew that she was looking at her new ring. “It looks perfect on you,” he said, kissing her neck and enjoying the way she wiggled against him.
Joline wasn’t sure what to say. The idea of marrying this man was both terrifying and thrilling.
But he had a strange look on his face and all thoughts of marriage and his complex personality dissipated. “What’s wrong?” she asked, not sure if she really wanted to know.
“I’m sorry, Joline,” he commented, hesitating as he looked down at her. “I didn’t use protection.”
He felt her freeze in his arms and knew that she was coming to the same realization as he was. That she could be pregnant.
“You didn’t…?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I promise,” he said to her, his thumb rubbing against her shoulders as he held her close.
Joline did a quick calculation in her mind, trying to count the days to her next cycle. When she did the math, she relaxed slightly and gave him a tentative smile. “I think we’re okay,” she told him. “It is pretty late in my cycle so the chances of pregnancy are slim.”