Page 97 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars
“Is that a complaint?”
“Absolutely not. Sex away.”
I chuckle and stroke her, beginning to arouse her again, and she loops her arms around my neck and pulls my head down to kiss me.
Ahhh… this is magnificent. I’m in seventh heaven. Elora presses up against me, and I wrap my arms around her, and our bodies are flush from chest to thigh, our legs tangled together. I slide my hand into her hair, enjoying the way the strands slip through my fingers, while she strokes my back, running her fingers up my spine. I can feel her exploring the muscles in my back and shoulders, my biceps and forearms, familiarizing herself, maybe committing them to memory.
I will never, ever regret it, she said, no matter what happens in the future. I so hope that’s true.
But I’m not going to think about parting from her now, not when we’re here together, and the sun is coming up, flooding the room with lemon light, and in bed it’s warm and getting hotter. Our kisses are heating up, turning more urgent, our skin sticking together as our temperatures rise. When I stroke between her legs, her hips move to meet the movement of my hand.
I kiss her beautiful breasts, cupping them and covering her soft nipples with my mouth, then teasing them with my lips, teeth, and tongue.
Eventually, though, she says in a breathless voice, “Linc, please, I can’t last much longer.”
Only then do I retrieve a condom and roll it on.
I could easily toss her onto her back and thrust us both to a fast climax. But despite the fact that she’s obviously turned on, I don’t think she’s ready for that. Ten percent more grrr, she asked for. Okay, I can do that.
I lift her leg over my hip and position myself at her entrance. Move her and adjust the angle until I’m happy. Then I look at her face. Her eyes are wide, and she’s breathing fast. Aw, she’s nervous.
“Relax, baby girl,” I murmur.
A smile flickers on her lips. One arm around her, holding her close, I ease up into her, just a fraction.
Her eyes flutter shut, and her lips part with a soundless groan.
I take it slow again, even though she’s wet and swollen, and more than ready for me. I slide a little into her, then wait for her to adjust. She’s tense, and therefore tight, but when she opens her eyes and looks at me, she smiles.
“Okay, baby?” I ask.
She nods, breathing fast. “It feels different. You feel huge.”
I chuckle. “It’s just the different angle. We’ll go slow, okay?” I move back until I’m almost out of her, then push forward again.
She moans, closing her eyes again, but I don’t think she’s in pain. Her teeth tug at her bottom lip, and then she blows out a long breath.
“I’m not that big,” I scold.
“You feel enormous.”
“Is that another complaint?”
She gives a short laugh, then blows out another breath. “No, I’m just surprised.”
“You’re a little tense. Are you sure you don’t want to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, sweetheart.” I cup her chin and lift it so I can look into her eyes. “Don’t apologize. This is amazing. I don’t care if it takes all morning. I’m pretty determined.”
Her lips curve up against mine. “I can see that.”
“I’m going to take you a fraction of an inch at a time.”
Her eyes widen. Smirking, I withdraw from her. Move the tip all the way up to her clit, through her swollen folds. Then direct it back down beneath her, and slide about an inch in.
I do this repeatedly, slowly coating myself with her moisture. Although she’s tight, there’s no friction, and she obviously doesn’t find it painful. She takes big breaths, and I can see her trying to relax.
