The Rakehell Regency Romance Collection Volume 2(69)
"I'll take you." She knew he was still offering her the chance to change her mind, but she knew what she wanted. Who. She wanted him.
She led Alexander to her room and closed and locked her door. Once inside the chamber she sat him on the edge of the bed. She stroked his hair, face and shoulders, raining little kisses all over his cheeks and mouth. She held her breath as he grasped her hair ribbon and tugged it, sending her dark hair cascading down her back in a satiny wave.
He untied the fastenings of her robe, and slipped it off her shoulders. The cool air on her bare skin was a sensual delight, made all the more heady by the warmth of his breath as he pressed her onto the mattress gently and began to kiss his way down her body from chin to breasts.
He took his time, savoring every inch of her with his lips and tongue. She felt as though she were on fire, as if her skin was electrified, crackling like lightning, and the sparks intensified his need.
He kissed her breasts reverently, forcing himself not to hurry, though every fiber of his being urged him on to the ultimate bliss of joining with her.
By the time Alexander had reached her abdomen, Sarah was almost incapable of rational thought. She laced her fingers through his hair, embarrassed by the intimacy of what she guessed he intended to do, but longing for more.
When he nudged her legs apart gently and began to lick upwards on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, a torrid groan told him that she too was not going to be able to last very long.
Then his fingers and tongue began to trace her intimately, gently exploring and stretching her tightness until he was certain she was wet throughout and more than ready for him. She thrust her hips hard against his hand and mouth and whimpered, desperately seeking release.
Alexander paused, uncertain. This was the point of no return. He wanted her to be satisfied, not regretful. His back was painful, there was no denying that. But he was not going to let it stop him either. As she said, it just required some patience and tenderness.
He lifted his head at last and moved up to lie next to her. "Sarah, my love, I need you to turn to me, help me a little."
Drugged with passion, she did as she was told without hesitation, and laid on her side. Alexander pulled her close. Removing his robe and towel fully to drop them on the floor, he pulled one of her legs over his hip. He rubbed his hard shaft against her silken softness, now dewed with longing.
She looked down at his masculine beauty, so close to her own most secret place, and knew a moment's worry. If anything it was even more impressive than it had been in the tub. "My goodness, can we really--"
"We can. If you help."
She nodded and kissed him, pressing closer. His tip probed her, and she moved closer still. He clasped her bottom, and entered her with one smooth fluid movement of his hips, determined to make this as easy as he knew how.
The single thrust was enough to transform her from girl to woman. Sarah's world crashed and burned all around her. She clung to his shoulders as the earth spun off its axis.
Hardly aware of what she did, oblivious to any pain at his initial stroke, Sarah pressed more and more tightly against him, moving her hips up and down, forcing him onto his back and driving along the full hard length of his manhood.
The natural rhythm came to her instinctively, driving her forward with its elemental power. Alexander clutched her hips convulsively, and practically begged for mercy as his climax went on and on.
Her own fulfillment came a heartbeat later, her whole back arching and bowing with every shuddering contraction, which clenched him even harder, bringing even more delight for them both.
At last, drenched with perspiration, she collapsed onto his broad chest, exhausted and utterly fulfilled.
He clung to her like a drowning man grasping his last chance at life. "My love, my Sarah."
"My dearest Alexander. My goodness." She let out a shaky laugh. "That was, well... Words could never begin to do it justice."
"I was about to say that myself," he laughed, rolling her back down onto her side, though he scooped her hips close enough to his for them to still remain joined. For a time they could hear nothing in the room except breathy sighs and murmurs of pleasure as they continued to kiss and caress, lost in wonder at the other's body.
Her hands touched him everywhere, exploring, massaging, worshipping. As the candle sputtered out, he sparked anew, and moved within her in a slow, sensual glide.
"There's more?" she asked with shy but happy surprise.
"So much more," he said, moving intently inside her. "That was only the beginning."
She carefully stroked his back and buttocks, trying to ease his sore muscles. But all his pain and stiffness was forgotten as he reveled in the woman who had brought him back to life.