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“Do you see what I mean? This is what you do to me.”
His hand caressed the silky skin of her thigh, moving slowly up until he covered her mons. His thumb circled her most private place, and her legs fell open almost of their own accord, wanting more of the delicious feelings he evoked. He slid his finger into her body. “You’re so tight.”
“I told you it wouldn’t fit.” Would they have to stop? Maybe Penrose could think of something to make it work, for she didn’t want this to end yet.
He added another finger, stretching her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.”
Her body seemed to be melting down there. The sound of his fingers working her opening brought a moan from deep inside her.
“Stop thinking,” he whispered before taking possession of her mouth again. Passion pounded the blood through her heart, chest and head. And where his fingers worked their magic, something began to build.
He pulled back and regarded her from under heavy-lidded eyes. Her fingers traced the beauty of his face. Scratchy along his jaw, smooth over his cheeks, and strong everywhere. When she reached his silky hair, she ran her fingers through it, urging his head back to her mouth.
“I’m sorry, love, but I need you now.” He spoke against her lips.
Penrose shifted and covered her body, settling between her legs. Rising on his elbows, he brushed the damp hair from her forehead, and brought his head down in another soul-searing kiss.
She ran her hands over the sleek, smooth skin of his back. His muscles rippled under her palms as he moved. He was all hardness where she was soft. A lithe and powerful animal.
His engorged flesh prodded the area where his fingers had just been. She tensed as he edged into her channel. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt, only gave her a sense of fullness.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but it won’t hurt for long.”
Not sure what he meant, she jerked as he thrust into her body, burying himself deep inside her. Two tears leaked from the corners of her eyes at the intense sting.
“Shh, love. I hate causing you pain. Lie still for a moment and it will ease.” He fingered the tears away.
As the tenderness eased, she drew in a deep breath. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said in wonder.
Penrose withdrew his shaft almost all the way out, and then pushed back in again. He quickly set up a rhythm she picked up, meeting him thrust for thrust, flesh to flesh.
Merry moaned and licked her dry lips, unable to control her body’s reaction to the wonder of their joining. Yet again the area between her legs tightened, and the sense of something wonderful awaiting her swept from her pounding heart to her very core.
He grasped her right hand with his left, keeping his weight off her with one elbow.
She tossed her heard back and forth, straining, whimpering.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. I feel strange, as if I need something. Something that’s out there that I can’t reach. Please, help me.”
Penrose released her hand and reached between them to once again fondle the part of her that brought a sigh to her lips. “Yes.” Her labored breathing matched his as he worked his fingers and pounded into her.
All of a sudden Merry exploded into a thousand pieces, a downpour of fiery sensations. Her entire body throbbed as pl
easure washed over her with each and every wave. Surely these feelings were not human, but mystical.
Within seconds, Penrose gave one final thrust and threw his head back with a groan, his magnificent body trembling before he collapsed over her.
They both panted as if they’d run for miles. She took in deep gulps of air and licked her dry lips. The intimate feeling of him lying on top of her as their hearts beat in rhythm lulled her into a sense of comfort and peace. She ran her fingers through his damp hair, reluctant to let him go. She savored the feeling of satisfaction, of having the weight of his body pressing hers into the mattress. Too quickly, he kissed her cheek, shifted his body, and then drew her into the pocket of his shoulder.
She closed her eyes, her breathing beginning to return to normal as a disturbing thought flitted through her mind like an epiphany.
Dear God, I’m in love with him.
Chapter 9
“Miss Merry, are you even listening to me?” Charlotte huffed, with arms crossed, and eyes narrowed. Merry smiled. Her former charge was growing into a young lady, with all the foils and foibles of that tumultuous age. In a few short years she would make her debut and be cast upon the Marriage Mart.
