Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [33]
Ignoring her moans, he suckled hard, deep, relentlessly, one then the other, once again mesmerized by her taste, and when he couldn't hold back any longer, he stood and hurriedly stripped off his clothes, needing to be joined with her with such an intense need that his entire body was throbbing. And when he came back to the bed, she reached out and her hands captured his engorged flesh as if she needed to touch it, become reacquainted with the feel of it. When she began stroking him, he almost lost it.
"Easy, baby," he murmured as his knee pressed into the mattress. "Too much of that and I'm a goner." He moved to position his body over hers and nudged her legs apart with his knee.
His gaze locked on hers. He knew she'd been taking the Pill for years to regulate her periods, but for both of their protection, he reached into a small table and retrieved a foil square.
Before he could open the small packet, Brooke took it, opened it and carefully placed the sheath on his erection.
He reached out and brushed his hand against her cheek. "I want you so much, Brooke." he murmured softly, and then with a primal growl he entered her, throwing his head back as something wild, primitive and obsessive took control inside him.
She was tight, nearly as tight as she'd been the first time they'd made love and she'd been a virgin. It wasn't his imagination, and he met her gaze, ignoring the hunger that propelled him to start moving. She was so tight that it felt like she was squeezing him, locking her feminine muscles securely around him, claiming him, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.
She didn't have that to worry about. He wasn't going anywhere other than deeper inside her once he fully understood just what the tightness of her body meant. He met her gaze, and the look she gave him all but said. You figure it out.
So he did.
"This is the first time for you since...'?" He couldn't finish the question, since the very thought shocked the hell out of him. Four years was a long time and her devotion to him was the most touching thing he could ever imagine. The very idea that even now he had been her first and only lover tore a soundless howl of possessiveness from his throat. Her body knew him and only him.
At that precise moment he wanted her with a passion he'd never felt before. Grasping her hips he began moving, stroking back and forth inside of her, going deeper. Her muscles clenched with each and every thrust he made, forcing his strokes to become more frantic.
He had to look at her, had to remember this moment for the rest of his life, and he brought his head forward, met her gaze and saw the heat in her eyes and knew neither of them could last much longer although they were fighting to do so. This would be the last time they came together this way, and they intended to make a memory to last a lifetime.
The thought, the very idea of not making love to her ever again, had him leaning forward, nipping at her shoulders, branding her while he felt her fingertips dig into his back as if to brand him. as well.
"Ian. I—"
He kissed the words off her lips. There was nothing to be said and when an explosion sent a million shudders ramming through his body, a loud growl tore from his throat through clenched teeth. He felt her come apart in his arms which caused another orgasm to rip through him. He thought he was going to die and quickly decided if he was about to take his last breath then this was definitely the way to go about it.
And he knew, as he buried himself inside of her to the hilt again as a third orgasm quickly hit him and triggered a similar explosion inside her body and he began rocking back and forth inside of her with a hunger that wouldn't let up, that he had miscalculated his emotions.
He'd erroneously figured he could sleep with her this one last time