His entire body went rock hard. “What are you doing?” he rasped.
She parted the sides of his banyan and regarded his cock. Stiff and pale, cloaked at the base with a nest of brown curls, it seemed to stretch toward her, seeking. Recalling the images and descriptions in the book Evie had given her, Sabrina curled her hand around the base and stroked up toward the head.
He moaned and his hand clasped the back of her head. “Sabrina. This is not—”
She wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but she didn’t care. She’d touched her lips to the tip and found him to be velvety soft. There was also a bit of liquid. She licked at it with her tongue and was surprised to find it was rather salty.
“Dear God, Sabrina, you shouldn’t do this.”
“I should, and I will.” She was emboldened by his reaction. Opening her mouth, she took him inside her, pressing her tongue on the underside of his shaft.
Stuttering words spilled from his mouth along with desperate moans. He thrust his fingers into her hair. She moved her hand along with her mouth, swallowing his length and releasing him with increasing speed. His hips thrust forward, driving him toward the back of her throat. He pulled back with a muttered curse and an apology.
Grasping his hip, she held him fast and cupped the sac beneath his sex. He let out a guttural cry as she sucked.
Then he pulled at her shoulders. “Stop, please. If you wanted me on the edge, I am there. I am going to bloody fall off if you don’t stop.”
She rose, her knees shaking, and he picked her up. Squealing softly in surprise, she wrapped her hands around his neck as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down on the coverlet. “How does this unfasten?” His voice was gruff, his features drawn tight.
Sabrina released the clasps beneath her breasts and spread the garment, revealing herself to him. He stared down at her, the candle on the table beside the bed casting its light over her. Apparently, that wasn’t enough because he picked it up and held it over her, moving slowly from her neck to her feet.
“Roll over.” The command came rough and unyielding, his face a mask of barely held control.
She did as he bade, removing her arms from the sleeves of the gown as she did so. He pulled the garment away, the silk fluttering across her back and tickling her thighs.
He set the candle down on the table, closer to the bed so there would be more light. “I want to see every part of you. Too much time has passed, and we won’t suffer another night in the darkness.”
Her body yearned for him, her limbs quivering and her sex pulsing. Pressed against the mattress, her breasts ached for his touch, for relief.
He caressed her back, his fingertips and palm skimming over her sensitive flesh. When he reached her backside, his hand cupped her briefly before continuing down her leg. Then he ascended the other leg, his touch teasing and light as he moved to the inside of her thigh.
“Part your legs.”
She spread her thighs, closing her eyes, as his hand swept up to her sex. Sensation sent sparks of light behind her lids as she gripped the coverlet with both hands. He massaged her clitoris, sending her right back to the coach when she’d been on the verge of her release.
Whimpering into the bed, she lifted her hips to give him more access. “Please, Constantine.”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Lift your hips and get on your knees.”
She scrambled to do what he said, which was difficult given the way her body was quivering. But then his fingers drove into her and there was no difficulty. Nothing but bliss and pleasure building inside her.
His mouth was against her ear, pulling on her lobe and licking the outer rim. “Next time I’m going to put my mouth here.” He thrust into her. “And you’re going to come like never before. And the next time, I’m going to take you like this—from behind with you on your knees.” His words enflamed her, sending a rush of wet heat to her sex. “Will you come for me now, Sabrina?”
“But I want you.”
“You will have me. But now I want you to come. Do as I say.” He withdrew his fingers and moved over her clitoris, driving her over the edge into the dark rapture she craved. Her orgasm exploded as he stroked his fingers into her once more. She moved with him, her desperate cries muffled by the mattress beneath her.
Her body was still shuddering with release when he flipped her back over. She cracked her eyes open, her breath coming hard and fast, and saw that he’d removed his banyan.
He climbed onto the bed and situated himself between her thighs. He pulled up her legs, bending them at the knees, then brushed his thumb over the sensitive folds of her sex.
Sabrina arched up, satisfied and yet not. He pitched forward and kissed her, his tongue driving deep into her mouth as he cupped her breast. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her sex against his. The contact made her dig her fingernails into his shoulders.
He kissed down her throat and latched onto one of her breasts, licking and sucking as he gripped her flesh. Eyes closed, she cast her head back in wild abandon. Yes, wild. This was wild. This was everything she never knew she wanted.
“I need you now, Sabrina.” His muddled voice broke through her rapturous haze as he stroked her sex and put his cock at her sheath. This was so different than every other time. There was no awkwardness, no shame, just breathtaking desire and overwhelming need.
“Yes, Constantine. I need you too.” Her hand met his and, together, they joined their bodies in exultation. Finally.
He speared into her, hard and fast, filling and stretching her so that she was already on the brink of another orgasm. She tightened her legs around him, drawing a moan from his lips. He began to move, slowly at first, but she wanted more. Needed more.
“Faster,” she urged, digging her feet into his backside as if she were a shameless wanton. Perhaps she was. He didn’t seem to mind. But would he? Later?
Doubt crept in. Then he put his mouth on her breast once more, and the doubt fled beneath the weight of her passion. She threaded her fingers in his hair, holding him against her as she moved her hips with his. He kissed her, mouth and tongue dancing over her feverish flesh until he claimed her mouth, swallowing her whimpers as she climbed toward the pinnacle of pleasure.
He slipped his hand between them and stroked her clitoris. That was enough—more than enough—to pitch her into a soul-deep ecstasy that felt as if she’d been transported away from time and place.
She let out a low, deep cry that sounded as if it had come from a wild animal. Horrified, she clamped her mouth shut.
“No.” He tugged on her hair and gently bit her ear. “Let go, Sabrina. Let completely go. I want to hear you. Now. Give me everything.” He thrust deep inside her, pushing her even farther into bliss. She cried out over and over again as her body seized with sensation.
A moment later, he met her on the other side, his body tensing as he came. Harsh, fevered sounds cloaked her as he unleashed his body. Eventually, he collapsed against her, his body slick and his chest heaving upon hers.
She floated in a dark euphoria, her body a mass of joy and fulfillment. She stroked her hand along his thigh, the curve of his backside, the dip at the base of his spine.
He kissed her cheek, her neck, before flipping to his back. She turned to her side and watched him. His eyes were closed, and he’d cast his arm up above his head on the pillow, his fingers pointing toward her. The rapid rise and fall of his chest slowed, and his slackened sex lay against his thigh. He called her beautiful, but so was he.