A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [36]
He needed to slow down, savor the moments, relish every second he had with her, but a part of him didn’t want to take things slow. First thing he needed to do was speak words to make her understand something and hope she believed him.
Wilson reached out and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch. His touch. “I never meant for this to happen, Rita. I tried to fight wanting you and it did no good. I need you.” He heard the crackle in his voice and knew he was a man who’d been pushed over the edge. He had gone over twenty years without a woman, yet tonight, now, he felt he needed her with an intensity that had every part of him literally shaking inside.
And then he lowered his mouth to hers again, not wanting to give her the chance to think too deeply. Just to accept things as they were now. He decided not to question anything, just act on it. Pulsing heat began racing through his body when he began removing her clothes as well as his own, not stopping to think. As tension pricked at his nerve endings, he could tell she was pushed over the same edge as he was.
When they were both naked together they tumbled back on the bed. He had known the instant she’d opened her arms to him outside that door that they would end up here. He gazed down and saw the most gorgeous naked female body. A woman whose breasts could probably still rival a woman’s half her age. Whose legs were slightly parted, open for him.
He couldn’t contain himself when he shifted positions and lowered his head to her belly and placed a kiss there. Why he’d wanted to do that he wasn’t sure but the moment he did so he felt a need to enjoy other parts of her below the waist.
So he did and kissed a trail down to the apex of her thighs. When he flicked a quick lick across her womanly folds before using his fingers to slide them open, he heard a moan from deep within her throat. He didn’t need any other encouragement or approval to go further.
His hands slid down her thighs and lifted her hips to his mouth. He hadn’t done this to a woman in over twenty years but his tongue seemed hot, greedy and ready for the opportunity to get back in circulation. And the instant it slid inside her feminine charms, he went after her with a voracity and need that he knew neither of them had been prepared for.
She continued to moan as she grabbed hold of his head to keep it in place, opening her legs wider and lifting her hips to his mouth for a more concentrated penetration of his tongue. Her hips began moving instinctively against his mouth and he continued to savor her with an all-consuming ardor.
“Wilson!”
His name became a whimpering moan off her lips and he felt the moment her body bucked into an orgasm. He kept his tongue planted inside of her and continued to feed his longing and enjoy this intimate time with her.
Moments later when he shifted upward and met her gaze he lowered his body in place over hers. She stared back at him through glazed eyes and he felt something besides lust jolt inside of him. Not wanting to question what it was, he leaned forward and kissed her mouth, needing the connection.
Sexual need, to a degree he hadn’t known could exist until tonight, rushed through him and at that moment he needed her with a ferociousness that was overwhelming, near blinding. Without preamble he slid inside of her. The body enveloping him felt tight, incredibly feminine, and when he eased his mouth away from her to stare down at her, there was something else he felt. A sense of belonging.
And when her inner muscles began clenching him, he started to move, to thrust inside of her, stroke her with everything he had. He drove them to the edge then snapped them away before they could take a plunge.
The respite didn’t last long. When he felt her legs tighten around him and she deeply moaned his name, he thrust one last time. They both exploded into a fiery ball of sensations that shook everything