Page 71 of His Sinful Touch

“Too much?” he murmured. “Shall I retreat?” His fingertips glided teasingly back out.

“No.” She rested her head against his chest. “Advance.”

She felt the huff of his laugh against her ear. “Perhaps I should do both.”

He slid over her, back and forth in a light rhythm, until it was all she could do not to squirm and clamp her legs together over his questing fingers.

“Alex?”

“Mmm?” His mouth was busy on her earlobe, the dual attack sending her senses into a frenzy.

“I think...I want more.”

“Do you?” There was a faint smugness in his tone that was curiously arousing. “Perhaps this?”

He released her to take her gown in his hands and shove it up until his hands found the bare skin of her thighs. He slid beneath the garment, his hands smoothing in the same pattern over her bare flesh and into the liquid heat of her desire.

“Or would you rather this?” He moved his hand back around, now caressing her stomach and going lower to delve between her legs from the front.

Sabrina let out a soft whimper, each movement of his hand arousing her more.

“Or, no, I think this.” He took her gown in his hands and pulled it up and off, revealing her naked body. His eyes glittered, moving over her hungrily.

“Yes,” he whispered. “This is definitely better.” He caressed her breasts, her stomach, her back, her legs. He took her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, as he stole between her legs again, finding and entering her, stoking the fires of her passion until she thought she must simply shatter.

With a groan, Alex broke away and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down on it. Swiftly he divested himself of the rest of his clothes. Sabrina had time for only a brief startled glance at his naked body, and then he was on the bed beside her, his hands and mouth making her forget all else.

Sabrina moved against him, not sure exactly what she wanted but knowing that she needed it desperately. Every sense was heightened, her skin aware of even the soft brush of air against her, her ears filled with the rasp of his breath, her body thrumming with the rush of her own blood through her veins.

She caressed his shoulders and back. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair, silently urging him on. Finally, when she was blazing with heat, her skin trembling, he moved between her legs. His engorged flesh probed at her center. Her breath caught as he moved slowly, insistently, into her. There was a flash of pain, startling her and making her tighten, and in the next instant he was sliding deep inside her, filling her in such a way that she gasped, her fingers digging into his back.

He paused, his breath hard and fast, his face tight, and looked down at her. Sabrina smiled slowly and arched up a little against him in a silent urging. His smile in return was slow and sexual as he began to move within her.

She had never known this, never expected it, never even dreamed of it. Sabrina was certain of that. His movement was an exquisite torment, a slow enticement of heat and pleasure. Alex moved in slow, deep strokes, vaulting her desire higher and higher, then easing up to tease her back to the top again.

A strange, wild, exhilarating pleasure took her, pulling her under like a great tide, and then exploding deep within her, rolling outward in wave after wave of pleasure. She cried out in surprise and delight, and for a long moment she was aware of nothing except the dark beauty enveloping her.

She looked up at him, blissfully spent, feeling boneless and malleable as wax, and she saw that his face was still sharp with desire, his eyes burning, his skin slick with sweat. And she realized it wasn’t over, that there was something more awaiting her. He began to move again, dropping his head as he pumped his hips, his strokes growing faster and harder. Amazingly, Sabrina felt her body awaken again, the sound and sight and feel of him arousing her once more, shooting her up and up.

This time, though, she knew what awaited her, and she rushed to meet it, caressing his muscle-hardened body, moving her body in an answering rhythm. Again the fire exploded through her, but now when she was swept into ecstasy, Alex rode through it with her, shuddering under his own release, and collapsed into her welcoming arms.

Sabrina was awakened the next morning by Alex stringing kisses down her back. Smiling to herself, she turned over to curl her arms around his neck and pull him down for a long, slow kiss on the mouth.

“There,” she said when she pulled back. “That’s a proper kiss.”

“It is, indeed.” He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and grinning down at her. As he talked, he trailed his fingers over her flesh in a lazy, meandering path. “One thing we can be certain of now—if you were indeed married, it was unconsummated.”

Sabrina blushed at his words, and he bent down to plant a soft kiss on the hollow of her throat. “I love watching you blush.”

“Then you should be a happy man,” Sabrina replied tartly, “since you so often cause me to do so.”

He laughed and said, “What shall we do this morning? Follow your horse back to its original stable? That seems the likeliest way to go.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Sabrina slid her hand up his arm and onto his shoulder. “Though breakfast might be in order first.”

“That, too. Or, perhaps, we might linger here a little while,” he went on, his hand gliding lower as he bent to kiss her again.

When at last he lifted his head again, Sabrina replied shakily, “That sounds like a remarkably good idea.”