“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
She took a deep breath and her nipples quivered deliciously. Her hands moved to lie flat on the bed.
She was a vision. Innocence and sin packaged and presented just for him. The perfect Christmas gift and one he would cherish forever.
In a trice he pulled the towel from his body and came down to the bed, running his hands over her silken skin, starting with her long and beautiful legs. He nuzzled her throat, nipped at her collarbone and licked the soft indentation at the base of her throat.
At first she lay stiff beneath his touch, but like an unbroken colt, his soft touch and endearments saw her relax. He stroked her hair, then ran his fingers through the untied locks, silk against his skin.
“You have beautiful hair,” he muttered, lifting a handful of the ebony silky strands and brushing it against his cheek. He took a deep breath and prayed he’d have the strength to wait. He wanted to teach her the dizzy heights of anticipation. How good it felt to be touched and to return that touch.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered.
“I want you more than my next breath, but I’m conscious that this is your first time and you deserve my patience when all I really want is to bury myself in you.”
Her face flushed with color and he balanced himself on his arms above her. She was a woman made for loving, and his desire to claim her was making him dizzy.
“The feeling is utterly mutual, I assure you,” she almost purred in his ear.
He kissed down her body, paying homage to her breasts and rosy, pink nipples. He suckled one deep into his mouth, laving it with his tongue until she squirmed beneath him.
The delightful little gasps she made saw his control balance on a knife’s edge. He kissed down her stomach and pushed her legs wider so he fitted between her thighs.
“Blade, what are you doing?”
He softly and slowly ran his hands over her stomach, circling lower and lower towards her womanhood. He brushed her mons and she tensed. Then he brushed again, this time lingering in the task, tracing little swirling patterns over her hips, pelvic bone and then lower, and lower still, until his fingertip caressed the most sensitive part of her, gliding smoothly, finding her little hardened nub.
“Dear Lord. What…”
He looked into her flushed face and said, “Sssh, my beauty. The first time is all about giving into the passion, just let yourself experience the sensations. The second time is all about finding answers to your questions.”
“Second time?” she asked in wonder.
“I’m not letting you out of this bed until the sun rises.”
Her pupils sparkled and her lips parted on an “Oh!” of wonder and delight as he ran a finger down over her woman’s lips, which were already wet for him.
He couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Look at me, Harriet.”
Harriet couldn’t look away if she tried.
She raised herself to her elbows to see the dark hair on his head so close to her private place. Her breath jumped in her throat. The sight was indescribably erotic, so deliciously sinful, and when his tongue licked her, she almost came off the bed. Awareness pulsed in the tips of her breasts and between her legs where she lay.
He looked up at her as he ran his tongue over her a second time.
“You taste like my favorite dessert.”
Her eyelids slid half closed. She shivered as she felt his hot breath and tensed, waiting for the next contact of his tongue on her.
This time he suckled her nub, and she let out a cry. She panted a little, closing her eyes to better give herself over to the wicked sensations created by his tongue.
“Lie back,” he commanded harshly, his breathing becoming ragged.
The urgency in his voice saw her comply. Besides, her arms were shaking so much she could barely hold herself up.
His large hand cupped her bottom, his fingers now joining his clever tongue, and Harriet wondered if she’d survive the bombardment of sensations wracking her body.
Then he set about showing her exactly what his talented tongue and fingers could do. His arm lay across her hips, holding her in place. She could do nothing but lie back and get swept away by a tidal wave of sensation.
Her hips rose of their own accord, intuitively seeking more. One knee fell to the side, blatantly opening her completely to his ministrations.
She let the sensations feed her love. She could not help it. The intimacy of his kiss, and touch, made her heart take wings.
His finger entered her, and her ability to think fled.
His finger was joined by another. Her head spun, the earth whirled, and her eyes opened seeking him, finding eyes as dark as sapphires riveted on her face, a sheen of moisture making his skin gleam like polished marble.
She saw the need shining there, but still he held back.
He moved back up the bed, positioned between her thighs. “It will likely hurt the first time, but I’ll go slow.”
Held speechless, she almost forgot to breathe. His flat stomach gave way to rippled muscles round his sculptured hips but what gave her the first cause for concern was the thick swollen member straining proudly erect at her groin.
She swallowed and tentatively reached out to touch him. She ran her finger down the magnificent length of him and it jumped. She grew bolder and she wrapped her hand round him. He was hard and it pulsed in her hand, but the skin was silky smooth. She saw a drop of liquid at its tip and she rubbed her thumb over it and Blade groaned. She let go.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes, and no. I’m barely controlling myself by letting you explore me. It feels so good it hurts.” He reached for her hand and brought it back to his body. “I love how you explore.”
He watched her as she indulged her fantasy. She cupped his sacs and watched sweat form on his brow as she gently squeezed. When she caressed his buttocks, he looked as if he wanted to devour her, or consume her. She worked her way back to his enormous erection and her trepidation grew, along with her desire.
He read her like a book, his half smile lifting the corners of his mouth, his dimples adding to the air of cockiness. When she wrapped her fingers back around his erection, his smile widened with a hint of purring masculine self-assurance in it.
He knew he was a magnificent specimen of manhood.
And he was oh, so right.
He didn’t give her time to do any more thinking. He nuzzled her back until she lay flat on the bed. He let his body press her into the mattress and she reveled in the feel of naked flesh to naked flesh. His hardness to her softness.
He found her hands and locked his fingers with hers and drew them up over her head. It made her breasts press into his chest and her nipples ached where his chest hair abraded them.
She waited as he used his knees to spread her wide beneath him and his erection probed between her thighs.
“I love you,” she said, and she pressed a kiss to his lips.
He held still above her, and they simply stared at each other. “I love you more than you will ever know.” As he uttered the words she loved to hear, he took her lips in a bruising kiss while his fingers found her woman’s nub and soon she was squirming beneath him, all thoughts gone. All she could focus on was the sensations gripping her body.
Her hands sunk into his thick curls, holding his head exactly where she could deepen the kiss, battling for some control.