She wanted that sweet explosion. Wanted to feel the plunge of his finger stroke the slippery, sensitive lining of her walls.
“Please,” she begged against his lips as his finger caressed and teased her into a frenzy.
“All in good time.” Then he withdrew, and nudged her thighs apart, settling the heavy weight of his erection between them. She tried to slip out of his grip, to guide him back to where she wanted him, but he chided her with a nip on her chin. “But first, clasp your hands together and keep them up here for me, hmm?”
She pursed her lips in speculation. “Will I like this lesson as much as the other one?”
“Even more,” he promised, rewarding her acquiescence with a wet kiss . . . on her breast, and flashed a wicked grin when she gasped.
He gave ample attention to both her breasts, teasing them to sensitive peaks before blowing a cool stream of his breath over the budded, damp flesh. She quivered, the sensations throbbing low between her thighs. If he continued like this, she might have her explosion without even having the aid of his hand.
She whimpered in protest when he stopped that, too.
But then she forgot all about her pique when he began trailing hot kisses down her body and she felt the glide of his tongue circumnavigate the rim of her navel.
Lifting her head, she watched him with fervent curiosity as he descended further. But the lower he went, the harder it was for her to catch her breath. Her stomach issued a nervous shudder and he laid a soothing hand over her as he blew gently into the triangular thatch of sable curls.
“What precisely do you intend to—ohhh.”
He nuzzled brazenly into her sex. Breathing in deeply, his eyes closed on a low, prolonged growl that vibrated to her core.
She gasped from the yearning he created. She was so taut and eager and lust-addled that she thought nothing of his broad shoulders prodding her legs further apart. She simply obeyed. Her eyelids felt heavy as she watched his dark head poised at her sex.
Holding her gaze, he opened his mouth over her. Then his tongue slid along the seam of her flesh in one . . . slow . . . lick.
“Mine,” he murmured savagely against the tender crevice, laying claim to that part of her as well.
The warmth of his mouth settled over her again in a deep, indecent and thorough kiss. She blushed even as her body arched against the swirling of his tongue and the slow, tender suction. She trembled, her hips tilting of their own accord. He slid his hands underneath her. Lifting her off the chaise, he feasted, his tongue sliding in long wet strokes, mouth suckling in tight controlled swirls.
She gripped the curved molding above her head. Her back arched, hips hitching against the undulations of his tongue. A quickening rush danced through every nerve ending, ready to erupt.
Strangled sounds escaped from her throat in soft moans and pleas. Jane never knew anything could feel like this. The scientist in her couldn’t be bothered to think about research at the moment. Her inner scribe was fanning herself with blank pages. But the artist on her portico had a series of very scandalous paintings underway.
“Raven,” she rasped, hoping to convey how much she needed him . . . to stay right there . . . always. He seemed to want her complete surrender and he had it. She was his.
Then he slowly slid a finger inside her and she spasmed at once in a choked explosion, every limb tightening. Her skin tingled in a cool rush on the surface, a cascade of molten heat below. Her womb clenched and quivered. Her inner muscles gripped him greedily, trying to drag him deeper.
The next thing she knew, her thrumming body was gathered into his arms as he pressed wild, urgent kisses over her brow and nose and cheeks. She felt his body tremble with the intensity of his desire. The vibrations brought her to the awareness of his unassuaged erection. It felt even more imposing now as it prodded thickly against the tender, swollen niche.
But he did not thrust inside her. Not yet. He drew in a breath, exhaling it slowly against her temple. Then he eased his mouth over hers and lingered for endless minutes.
Tasting a salty essence that wasn’t there before, she blushed. This was her. Even after all the intimacies they’d shared, she was shocked by this discovery while, at the same time, it caused a new ripple of arousal to quicken her womb.
She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “If I didn’t love you before, I would most definitely love you now.”
Electrified silver filaments gleamed in his eyes as he gazed down at her beneath the drowsy hood of his dark lashes. And he kissed her again as his hot, hard flesh nudged her. But the snug entrance did not yield immediately. It teased them both in promising throbs and residual pulses, leaving her panting. Even so, she liked the feel of him there against her sex, the weight of his body over hers. The comfort of his surrounding embrace.
He soothed her in slow passes, his hands skimming down every curve and into every hollow. He urged her knees up against his hips, first one, then the other. Open for him, she felt the broad head of his erection pass between her labia, and it excited her to feel that he was bathed in her own warm fluids.
He inched inside. His breath hitched and he cursed, murmuring against her lips about how soft she was. How much he wanted her. Needed her. Only her. And her heart rejoiced. But her body barely yielded before it closed around the thick flesh, pushing against the invasion.
He withdrew and took the bolster pillow, positioning it beneath her hips. Then he settled over her and kissed her again, teasing her mouth as he edged inside her body in a series of slow, shallow thrusts.
The friction, grip, and slide of their flesh coming together renewed the incendiary throbbing of her sex. Instantly, she wanted more. Wanted all of him.
Tightening her legs around his hips, she wiggled, attempting to impale herself.
A strangled sound left Raven. “Patience. Remember, this is new for both of us. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want this to end quite yet.”
“But can’t you . . . be patient . . . later?” she panted and gained a growl from him, his hips jerking reflexively.
He pushed deeper into her shrinking body, his kisses more urgent, his tongue stealing past the seam of her lips. She could feel the trembling of his limbs as he strove to remain gentle, coaxing her body into full acceptance. And she did want him, so much that tears were gathering in her eyes.
“Relax, my little professor. Yes, darling. A bit more. You feel so . . . Ah.” He stopped on a curse and clenched his teeth as if the sharp burn and sting he caused was shared by both of them. Wedged firmly inside her, he spoke in panting breaths against her temple. “Almost there.”
Jane’s eyes flew open on a start. “Almost?”
He didn’t answer her. Perhaps he couldn’t, if the glazed intensity of his gaze told her anything.
So this time, she soothed him with her fingertips brushing the perspiring locks away from his brow. Her lips explored his throat as he withdrew and took a moment to breathe. But he returned to his quest, eager and ardent, his kisses desperate as if he were suffering an unbearable malady.
Then he plunged deep—impossibly deep—and held. Jane bit down on her cry, unable to bear him feeling that he’d hurt her after taking such pains to avoid it. But his flesh scalded hers like a branding iron.
Raven took her mouth in a kiss so primal that, at first, she didn’t know what it meant. This one was not in his lexicon. He’d never kissed her like this before either. But then as his body began to move in those unhindered liquid thrusts, she understood.