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He laughed exultantly back. ‘You can’t be more nervous than I am.’ He pulled apart her jacket at last and uttered a choked sound. ‘I think I’ve died and gone to heaven—what is this piece of confectionery?’ He explored the boning that shaped her body, up to the glory of her breasts, spilling over the top of the frothy lace, the blue veins prominent against the translucence of her skin.
‘A basque. It laces down the front, see…’
‘Oh, God, more fastenings…’ Their fingers tangled together as she impatiently assisted, and as the delicate structure slid away in a tangle of ribbons and lace they both sighed in mutual delight.
‘Glorious…all the woman I could ever want…’ he murmured, gathering her up in his cupped hands and burying his face in her abundance.
Her hands clasped his head and she cried out as his seeking mouth found her straining nipple and drew on it with hungry fervour, drinking in the richly feminine flavour of her velvety-soft skin.
‘Such a delicious mouthful…’ He grazed to her other breast, and suckled there, too, drawing out her nipple with his teeth until it throbbed with delicious agony.
She sobbed. ‘Matt—’
‘What—am I hurting you?’
‘No, oh, no—’
‘Good…’ his mouth surrounded her nipple again, lashing it with his tongue ‘…because I don’t think I can stop…’
His hands reached down to touch the pouting plumpness between her legs. ‘Oh, God, you’re so wet here…and swollen…’ He insinuated his fingers under her thong to torture her with his passionate curiosity, and she twisted frantically so that she could free herself from the last impediment to their lovemaking. As she kicked away the scrap of fabric he shuddered at the settling of her scalding heat against his pulsing erection.
He rolled over on top of her with a hoarse cry, crushing her breasts against his chest as he positioned himself heavily between her thighs, his hair-roughened skin rasping against her smooth stockings. He snatched the small packet from the bedside and cursed as he failed to get it open. In the end Rachel had to do it, but he wouldn’t let her help him put the condom on. In a thick voice he told her bluntly that if she touched him like that it would be all over.
The waiting intensified the desire, and soon she was dipping into his mouth again with her tongue, her nails digging into his scalp as she felt his explorative touch parting her intimate folds and his hips jerk as he tested himself against her tight sheath.
‘Am I hurting you?’
She felt a delicious stretching, but no pain, and she shook her head on the pillow. Matt raised himself up on one arm, gazing triumphantly down into her passion-blurred face. ‘Now…’ Looking deep into her eyes, he took her hand and pushed it down between their steamy bodies to cup his virility. ‘Show me…take me…’ He used her fingers to guide him inside her. ‘I want to feel everything you feel. I want it to be you and me, together, every step of the way…’ He eased slowly forward, gritting his teeth and shaking with the effort of restraining himself, until she wound her legs around him and deliberately unleashed his most primitive urges, the violent series of penetrating thrusts that shattered their separate selves and fused them into a single, sensual being.
And, true to his naive expectations, the resulting mutual pleasure was utterly spectacular!
CHAPTER TEN
WAKING up next to the man you loved was, Rachel discovered next morning, one of life’s most joyous delights. She’d thought Matt had sated himself on his exhaustive exploration of new-found pleasures and would be bound to wake sluggish and heavy-eyed after a long night of vigorous physical activity.
She was wrong.
When her eyes fluttered open he was already lying on his side, propped up on one elbow on the
sunlit bed, his gaze bright with curiosity as he watched her lazily shift her shoulderblades against the firm mattress and wake herself with a low, slow stretch that ended in a soft groan at the pleasant pull of aching muscles. Either he or their nocturnal stirrings had pushed the sheet that was their only covering somewhere down around their hips, and he was clearly enjoying the voluptuous visual extravaganza.
‘You’re insatiable,’ she groaned, correctly interpreting the gleam in his eye.
‘You’re the one who made me that way,’ he said with a grin, noticing that she made no effort to draw up the sheets.
‘It’s rude to watch people while they’re sleeping,’ she murmured, basking in his admiration.
‘I haven’t got my glasses on; I can’t see a thing,’ he lied boldly. He stroked her bare arm where it lay against her side, his knuckles brushing against the relaxed swell of her breast, burnished by a shaft of early-morning sunlight. ‘You’re very still when you sleep—no shifting, no twitching or sighing…just pure, unadulterated peace.’
‘Which you’ve been longing to disturb,’ she teased.
‘Fair’s fair. You’ve been disturbing me just by lying there!’ He bent to brush his lips over hers. ‘I woke up wanting you.’ He deepened the kiss and broke it off slowly, in juicy little bites. ‘I woke up imagining that we were still making love, that your gorgeous wet mouth was doing those wicked things to me that made me scream myself hoarse—’
She was suffused by a wave of delicious embarrassment. ‘Matt!’
‘What? Don’t you like to talk about it? You had plenty to say last night. “Not there, Matt!” “Do it like this, Matt”.’
Her giggles burst like sweet honey on his tongue. ‘I didn’t! You didn’t seem to need much instruction.’
