‘One night is made up of many, many moments.’ He finally flicked his fingers that touch harder. ‘And this is a moment now, sweetheart. Take it.’
She slammed her hands on his broad biceps for balance, crying out as the orgasm shuddered through her—leaving her body so weak she couldn’t stand.
Alvaro swiftly picked her up and carried her from the kitchen. She revelled in the heat of his chest and the ripple of his muscles against her as he strode with leashed purpose. She took in sharp details, like snaps captured in millisecond moments. Cotton and comfort, white linen contrasted with grey walls and heavy curtains, woollen rugs on wooden floors. Lit by the only lamp on a table beside his bed, his bedroom was large and sumptuous. She wasn’t surprised by that this time; his whole apartment revealed a predilection for sumptuousness. Of his enjoyment for plush, soft furnishings. Like a caveman’s den filled with soft skins—all for warmth and safety and sensuality.
He placed her on the bed, bunched the hem of her emerald slip and lifted it. She lifted her arms and it was gone in a second. Then he pushed her onto her back and slid her panties down her legs, then the shoes from her feet, so at last she was naked on his bed.
He sucked in a breath with a hiss. ‘Do you know what I am awed by, Jade?’
She shook her head.
‘You. Like this.’
Before she could reply he kissed her—brought his body on hers. For the first time she felt the weight of him and it was so, so good as he ground her into the mattress beneath that she cried out.
‘Soon,’ he promised. ‘Soon, sweetheart.’
But he pulled back to only straddle her. Tenderly he cupped her breasts in his big hands, teasing her taut nipples and laughing when she became breathless all over again. He took his time. Gentle, not so gentle, gentle again. The teasing licks of his fingers, hands and lips were like waves creeping further up the shore of her arousal. That sensation grew closer. That desperation a deeper ache within. This time it wasn’t his finger teasing her sensitive, private place. It was his tongue.
She shivered, her knees instinctively rising because this was so personal, so intimate. ‘Alvaro...’
‘Let me,’ he rasped.
And she couldn’t resist the carnal plea in his voice, not when it echoed her own so completely. Her legs splayed and her reward was the slide not just of his tongue, but of his fingers again. Only this time, this time, he pushed one inside her. She gasped and then breathed for more.
‘You’re so tight, sweetheart,’ he growled.
She lay, stunned to stillness as she adjusted to the sensation of having someone so intimate with her, doing that. ‘Alvaro...’
‘I like the taste of you, Jade. I like all of you.’
Heat and delight burnished her entire body, because his words felt more than merely playful. Slowly he worked, in and out and again and again as he softly licked her most sensitive point with relentlessly gentle stokes. Inexorably, his focused care overcame her self-consciousness and the sensations tumbled faster and faster and faster within until she totally tensed. Her hands spread wide and she gripped the sheet. She drew so taut, her hips arched high off the bed. Yet still he plundered and tasted and utterly tormented her until suddenly all she could do was scream.
Endless, timeless moments later the orgasm left her limp and devastated in a splayed heap in the middle of his bed. Yet despite that overwhelming pleasure, she still yearned inside. She still ached. Because she wanted all of him and now she could barely move.
‘Alvaro,’ she called to him with a plaintive moan.
‘I’m here.’ But he stood back from the bed. For a moment he just looked at her, that satisfied twist still on his lips as he blatantly studied her pinkened parts from where the rub of his fingers and the rasp of his stubble had gently scoured her skin.
His muscles bunched. Her mouth dried and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch with fascination as he slowly stripped for her. First his shirt. And it wasn’t only her appetite returning, it was her energy too. And he knew. He knew as he maintained that teasing eye contact and slowly unfastened his belt. Jade’s breath stalled in her lungs as he undid the button of his trousers, half laughing as he had to do a shimmy of his hips to release the zipper given the strain it was under. But Jade could only then stare at the muscular thighs he’d just revealed. She dragged her gaze back up but only made it as far as his black knit boxers. He stepped closer to the bed and reached for something on the table. She watched as he slowly rolled the condom down the straining, rigid length of him. She swallowed and unconsciously rubbed her hands down her tense thighs.
‘Do you want to touch me?’ His voice was hoarse.
Somehow she was kneeling up on the mattress. She’d not even realised she’d moved. And she’d certainly not realised she was audibly panting. But she didn’t care any more. The exhaustion from those earlier orgasms was obliterated by the yearning raging through her blood now. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to test him. She wanted to discover everything she could—about him, with him.
He didn’t move as she reached out. Indeed, he seemed to be braced, his feet planted wide apart, his magnificent body strained to take her touch. His jaw clamped but a groan escaped regardless as she bravely planted both palms on his broad chest and began a slow sweep of pure, fascinated inspection. He flinched beneath her touch. She felt the heat, the rise of sweat in his body.
‘You said you were big,’ she breathed. ‘You’re also beautiful.’ And there was a dampness between her legs, an excitement in her pulse that emboldened her more.
She lifted her head. She had so little time. And the desire sluicing through her was so very strong, so very hungry.
His lips twisted as he read the need in her eyes. ‘Tell me,’ he said.
‘Take me, please,’ she asked simply and wrapped her hand around his throbbing girth. ‘I want all of you.’
He put his hands on her waist and lifted her back onto the bed, finally coming to lie with her. She wriggled, relaxing against the mattress and lifting her arms to welcome him against her. He kissed her again—lush and deep and she was so excited.
He gently pushed her legs wider apart, teasing her again with his fingers. He lifted his head and their eyes met. He didn’t ask if she was sure, if she was ready, he already knew. For a moment there was only agreement and pure anticipation between them.
He finally moved, aligning his hips with hers, his breath with hers, his heartbeat with hers. And as he set his lips to hers he met her intent with his in a slow, inexorable slide of possession that made her gasp deep. Instinctively she threw her arm around his neck, holding him near even as he hesitated.
‘Jade?’ he asked.
She saw the strain in his body as he tried to be gentle and go slow with her. But the pressure within, the drive for more, grew until it became undeniable.