thrusting her hips towards him, crying out, ‘More… More! Don’t stop!’ Seconds later, she called out his name and fell noisily into release.
He held her firmly in place to make sure that she enjoyed every last pulse of pleasure. ‘I had no idea it could be so good,’ she groaned when the initial violence of her climax had begun to subside into a series of rhythmical pulses.
That was the problem, he reflected as he gradually brought her down again with soothing words in his own language and long, gentle strokes of his hand. Stacey was beginning to understand what was possible, and from there it was only a small step to feral lust, and when that point was reached, there’d be no turning back.
What was he talking about? They’d already crossed the Rubicon, he realised as she gripped his arms fiercely to state baldly, ‘I want you inside me.’
She had no idea how much he wanted her closing around him, holding him in place as she drew him deep and sucked him dry. ‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘tease me like you did before.’
Reaching for his belt, she unbuckled it and snapped it out of its loops. Then she popped the button at the top of his zipper. The moment that came down he exploded out of the placket.
‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, bracing himself above her.
‘Exactly that,’ she agreed.
‘Like this,’ he suggested, stroking the tip of his erection down the apex of her thighs.
‘Oh, yes,’ she confirmed.
‘And this?’ he suggested, watching her closely as he gave her the tip.
‘Oh, yes…yes, yes!’
Capturing her wrists in one fist, he pinned them above her head. ‘Just one thing…’
‘What?’ she gasped.
‘I say we take this slowly.’
‘At first,’ she agreed.
FANTASIES ABOUT MASTERFUL Lucas were nothing compared to this. She could dream of making love until the lights went out and the world ended and this would still be on another scale.
Luc was so much more than she remembered. That first time was nothing like this, because now she was ready and she welcomed his size and the way he stretched her. All her inhibitions had dropped away, so by the time he had protected them both, pressed her down and taken her as firmly as she could have wished, she was ready to respond with matching fire.
She’d dreamed for so long that one day Lucas would see her as a woman, rather than as an annoying nuisance who cropped up in his life now and then, that she refused to be responsible for the sounds and words leaving her throat. They were wild for each other. And while she was consumed by a ravenous hunger, the urge to be one with him was even stronger.
She was eager for more, but Luc refused to be hurried. He would take care of her, he insisted as he began a leisurely tour of her body that required him to kiss every part of her.
‘Stop, stop,’ she begged when he nuzzled the sensitive nape of her neck with his sharp black stubble. Sensation overload. ‘I can’t stand it,’ she gasped out, thrashing about.
‘But you can,’ he said.
Turning her, he proved this by kissing the back of her knees, where she hadn’t even known she was sensitive, and then he kissed his way up her thighs, and on across her buttocks until she was trembling with anticipation. Next, he kissed the sway of her back until she groaned with contentment. He knew what he was doing. With every passing second she was becoming more sensitive. Her pulse was going crazy and her body craved him like never before.
‘Again?’ he suggested.
She smiled up as he eased her legs apart and moved between them. Grasping his erection, he teased her with the tip.
‘Yes! Yes!’ she groaned, arcing her hips instinctively to receive him. ‘Don’t stop now,’ she begged. ‘Don’t you dare stop.’
And to some extent, he obeyed her, stroking and teasing as before, then entering a little way before pulling back again. It was a game she loved. Their game.
Grabbing Luc’s shoulders, she drew her knees back and took the chance, brief as it was, to admire the magnificent power of the body looming over her. He was so careful with her, sinking a little deeper each time, until finally he was engaged to the hilt.
‘Soon,’ he murmured in reply to her gasping protests when he stopped moving.
‘You okay?’ he asked as she gasped with pleasure.
She couldn’t speak for fear of breaking the spell. They were one, and that was all she cared about.
Dropping kisses on her lips, he began to move, not back and forth as he had before, but in a circular, massaging movement until her body could do nothing but respond. ‘Oh!’ she cried out in wonder as she drew closer to the abyss. ‘Again…!’
Luc obliged by slamming into her, so that this time when the waves hit they were stronger and fiercer, and what was almost better than that was when she closed her inner muscles around him and he groaned. Seeing him lost in pleasure of her making made her feel powerful and strong, while the discovery that by tensing and relaxing her inner muscles she could bring him pleasure thrilled her beyond belief.
They made love in front of the fire for hours, fiercely at first, and then tenderly, which she found almost unbearably poignant. When Lucas brushed her hair back from her glowing face, she knew without question that if nothing good ever happened again she’d cling to tonight and never forget it. What more could she want than this closeness, this oneness as they stared deep into each other’s eyes? It required a special sort of trust to give herself to a man so completely.
‘I don’t know if you want to sleep, but I think you will sleep now,’ Luc observed, smiling down. ‘It’s been a long day. You must be exhausted.’
‘And a very long night,’ she reminded him, ‘though, surprisingly, I don’t feel tired at all. You, on the other hand, must be exhausted?’
‘I’ve never worked so hard,’ he agreed dryly, grinning with pleasure as she tightened her muscles around him. ‘Always a contest with you,’ he added as she enticed him to do more than drop kisses on her lips.
They breathed in unison, with every part of them in full accord, and every part of their naked bodies touching. She’d never felt so safe, so cared for…so loved?
No. Don’t kid yourself like that, Stacey’s inner voice recommended. It’s too cruel. You won’t be able to bear it in the morning when you see everything through the lens of a bright new day.
‘I’d like to go to bed and sleep in your arms,’ she said honestly.
‘Sleep?’ Lucas queried.
‘Yes. Sleep,’ she confirmed.
