Dangerous in Diamonds - Madeline Hunter [94]
He fell back on the pillows and pulled her to him, into his embrace and along his body. The sudden feel of his skin and warmth first stunned her. Then the sensations encompassed her senses and bound her physicality to his in a comforting, exciting intimacy.
She had made the right choice, she thought, as his deep kiss showed his serious, determined passion. He had been wise to make the decision hers too. She welcomed the pleasure with a new freedom, because misgivings had been left behind.
He flipped her on her back and propped on one arm while he looked at her. His palm brushed her hair from her face, then rested there, along her face’s edge.
“We will do this carefully this time, so you do not feel helpless and that old fear does not emerge.”
It astonished her that he had noticed that. She could only look up at him, surprised again on this day of so many surprises. “Not too careful, I hope. I am expecting you to live up to your fame.”
His head dipped so he could gently close his teeth on her nipple. “I thank you for that, darling. The truth is I have little experience with careful and none with innocents.”
She was not an innocent, but she was hopelessly ignorant, of course. He had noticed that too, along with her fear of vulnerability.
She did not feel very innocent or ignorant now, as she luxuriated in the erotic sensitivity of her breasts. He aroused one with an almost delicate caress that maddened her, while his tongue and mouth teased the other. She grasped his shoulders and flowed on the unbearable pleasure toward abandon.
He was careful. More careful than he had been on the barge or in that tent. The pleasure built sweetly, layer upon layer. He lured her in deeply with kisses down her body, revealing unexpected spots of intense excitement. His slow caresses on her breasts and stomach, her thighs and bottom moved her surely through such luscious pleasure to impatience and then to that focused desperation that cried for a finish and completion.
He lifted her shoulder and turned her. “Kneel there.”
She found herself facing the headboard, kneeling high, confused and frustrated. “I do not want to kneel like this. I want you to touch me the way that maddens me and—”
His face brushed hers as he set her hands on the headboard. “Are you scolding? Again? Now?” He laughed quietly, then moved one of her knees. “Heaven is but a few minutes away, I promise. It will be like the last time, only better.”
“I think that unlikely,” she said to the wall. “There is something to be said for staying with what is successful, especially if the results were so spectac—oh!” She looked down, shocked, to where his head now rested on the pillow between her knees.
She closed her eyes. This was too wicked. In the next moment a shock of intense pleasure shot through her, as he touched her finally. Then another and another until she had to cling to the headboard so she would not collapse from it. All of the intensity seemed to aim high and spread, then collect and sink until it centered again where he touched, making her even more sensitive.
Over and over it happened, until she could hardly breathe and almost wept. When she thought she would die, when she was close to begging him to stop, the sensation changed. No longer streaking through her but all there, all at the focus of that hot need. He was using his mouth, caressing with his tongue and playing the devil with her essence.
She did beg then, in her head and probably with her voice, she did not know. She could only relieve the relentless intensity with crying gasps until, finally, her body surrendered. That moment came, the finish she ached for. It split through her with a physical scream of joy.
Hands lifted her