Into the Fire - Leslie Kelly [55]
His every movement was deliberate. He stroked her slowly, drawing his body almost completely out of hers and sliding back while she whimpered in delight. Then pulling out again only to plunge, hard, fast, unexpected, making her scream. Finally, after what seemed to be hours of sensual torment, he seemed to lose control. He held tightly to her hips, driving into her again and again until Lacey began to feel weak. She dropped her head back, arching herself higher, wanting him even closer. As if sensing her need, he slid his arm under her leg and drew it up over his shoulder.
The pleasure was intense. Mind-numbing. Scream-inducing. As he drove ever deeper into her, she had to clutch tightly to his shoulders, holding on as he took her higher and higher, beyond anything she'd ever felt, any pleasure she'd ever imagined.
"You're not flying alone this time, Lacey," he muttered.
She watched his body tense, his face tighten, and Lacey pulled his mouth down to hers. As they kissed in a wet, sweet mating of lips and tongues, she heard him moan, felt him shudder. Lacey gave herself over to sensation, wanting to reach her climax with him. As if connected mentally as well as physically, they both opened their eyes wide, staring deeply at each other as they reached that cliff and, together, flew off.
* * *
They eventually left the bed—after a few hours and another seriously intense round of lovemaking. Lacey wondered if she'd be able to stand on her legs, so shaky and weak they were. She felt lethargic, happy and fulfilled.
Nate was an incredible lover. She'd truly never imagined her body capable of such physical pleasure. Not until he'd shown her. Spent hours showing her.
He seemed to delight in touching her, kissing her endlessly. If she hadn't read his article on lovemaking, she might have been surprised by his utter delight in caressing every inch of her, in bringing her to the edge over and over again, not driving into her until they were both in a complete frenzy.
The orgasms were shocking. Raw and powerful. Even more intense was the emotional connection Lacey felt when his body was joined with hers. Such intimacy left her feeling tender and vulnerable, maddeningly aroused and somewhat overwhelmed all at the same time.
Finally, sometime after eight, hunger forced them out of bed and they went into the kitchen together. Nate wore only a pair of boxer shorts, Lacey the purple silk robe.
"Has the sauce completely evaporated?" she asked as Nate opened the pot on the stove.
"Nah. Simmering for hours is the secret." He stirred the pot and put on some water for spaghetti.
"Guess it's lucky we found something to do to occupy our time while it simmered."
They ate by candlelight at the coffee table in the living room. Sitting on the floor, facing each other across the table, they laughed and talked, exchanging sips of wine and bites of pasta. Lacey found it amazing that they were so comfortable and at ease with one another. On a few occasions, she caught Nate staring at her with a wickedly reminiscent expression on his face and knew he was remembering something delicious they'd done together in his bed. She shivered, knowing without asking that there would be more to come before the night ended.
Finally, after a leisurely meal, Nate rose to clean up.
"Stay here, have another glass of wine. I'll take care of this."
"You'll spoil me," she said with a lazy smile as he cleared away their dishes. "That was delicious. You really can cook."
"You might be surprised by some of the things I can do."
She lowered her eyes flirtatiously. "I don't know. I've seen firsthand some of the things you're capable of, though, I seem to recall something in that article about…"
"Yes?"
"A juicy red strawberry?"
His eyes darkened, and a confident smile creased his face. "I think I have some in the fridge."
Lacey shivered as she watched him walk out of the room, carrying the dishes. She'd never known it was possible to be so creative with fruit until she'd read the shockingly arousing suggestion