‘What are you doing?’ Milly whispered, yearning for his mouth to touch her in her most private part, yet horrified at this outrageous show of intimacy.
‘Nothing while you’re pulling my hair out.’
‘It’s just that...’
‘Don’t tell me that no one has ever tasted you...there...’ Could his libido get any more out of control? he wondered.
‘I...’ Confession time—but her vocal cords protested at ruining the moment and what difference would it make anyway? She still wanted him, wanted this.
Lucas slanted a bone-melting smile at her and her fingers slackened their grip. She fell back, eyes closed, cautiously opened her legs then sucked in deeply and held her breath as his tongue began to tease her open, flicking over the stiffened nub of her clitoris. She exhaled but had to breath in quickly again because sensations were running rampant through her.
She was burning up all over and panting. No part of her could keep still under the force of the fire spreading through her body, wafting through her in waves, making her arch up against his mouth, and there he kept her by placing his hands firmly under her butt.
He brought her close, so close that she wanted to cry out, then pulled back, teasing her body in a way that had her breathless and shamefully pleading for him to enter her.
She felt rather than saw him fumble for the condom he had earlier fished out. She watched, cheeks hot, as he expertly slipped it on, never taking his eyes off her face. She felt that she should have done more—clambered over him, perhaps, enticed him with the promise of new, acrobatic positions—but she dismissed that jag of insecurity. The hunger blazing in his dark eyes left no room for her to doubt that he was as turned on as she was.
He nudged the thick head of his arousal into her, and she tensed and stifled a little yelp as he inserted more of his tremendous girth into her, plunging deep and hard. She stiffened, eyes wide and panicked, and he stopped as realisation dawned.
‘Tell me you’re not a virgin,’ he gasped, his whole body so still that it sent a ripple of alarm racing through her.
‘You said that this was no time for confiding.’ Milly pulled him down to her, raising herself slightly so that she could kiss him.
‘Oh, Milly of the not-red hair, I’ll take my time... I’ll be gentle...’
He did, teasing her with his arousal, nudging it slowly in, withdrawing it, enticing her until her little whimpers became pleading moans. It was agony. But there was no way that he was going to hurt her, no way that she would ever think back to this night as anything but utterly memorable. Why that meant so much to him was something he shoved away.
She was wet and slippery as he eased himself deeper, taking his time as he had promised, until she was crying out for him to take her and take her now.
With a groan, Lucas thrust deep into her, and after the first sharp shock of his entry her body settled around him, responding to his deep, fierce thrusts, and the orgasm she had come so close to having when his mouth had been exploring her built into something wild and unstoppable.
She cried out and he placed a hand gently over her mouth, lifting his hand and grinning, then kissing her and coming as his mouth was still on hers, tasting her as his big body shuddered.
Spent, he backtracked and registered what she had confessed earlier.
‘You’re a virgin.’ He eased himself off her and flopped onto his side then immediately propped himself on one elbow to stare at her.