Finally, he was able to take it no longer, and he curled his hand around hers, tightening her grasp.
“Like this,” he rasped out.
He worked from the bottom up and then down, tightening and loosening until moisture formed at the tip and slipped over their linked hands.
“Ah, lass, you drive me mad.”
“ ’Tis a good thing, I hope.”
“Aye, the best.”
Her hand still wrapped around him, she leaned down, her br**sts bobbing like tempting apples in front of him. Then she lifted her hips upward but then seemed at a loss. She had good instincts, but she simply didn’t have experience. He found that it gave him great satisfaction to have to offer instruction. She was his. She’d never been with another man. It was up to him to teach her all she needed and to give her ultimate pleasure.
He grasped her hips and aided her in lifting up. “Like this, lass. Just like this.” He fitted her over his c**k and carefully began to pull her down.
They both gasped when he found her heat and sank slowly into her. She paused and chewed nervously at her bottom lip as her body spasmed around him.
He raised one hand to stroke her hair, wanting to soothe her worries. “Easy. Nice and slow,” he murmured.
She trembled as she began a slow descent once more. It was the most excruciating agony of Alaric’s life and he wanted to die from the pleasure of it.
She surrounded him. Bathed him in her fire. Her velvety softness grasped him and sucked him deeper. She stroked his c**k with liquid satin. She sheathed him whole.
Gingerly she settled her tiny rounded bottom over his groin as flesh met flesh. He was embedded as deeply in her as he could go, and still it wasn’t enough.
His flesh felt alive. Like a thousand insects crawled just below the surface. He needed to move.
Sweat broke out on his forehead and on his upper lip. His breaths came ragged, harsh in the silence.
Smooth, silken flesh seduced his fingers as he caressed her slim back and stroked over her hips. He wanted to give her as much time as she needed to grow accustomed to being on top.
She gave a tentative rotation, and he groaned aloud.
She stopped instantly, concern flashing in her eyes.
“Nay, don’t stop, lass. God, please, don’t stop. ’Tis wondrous.”
Placing her hands on his chest, she levered up, his c**k gliding through her damp heat. Then she sheathed him again, pushing downward until her bottom met his groin once more. Then she rotated in a tight circle, watching his face all the while.
“You are a temptress,” he said raggedly.
“Angel no more. Am I back to being a demon from hell?”
“Wicked angel. The very best kind.” He rose up and circled her in his arms, the action pushing her further onto his cock. “My angel.”
She cradled him against her and then tilted their heads and took him in a savage kiss. She took his breath away. Possessive. Like he belonged only to her. And in this moment he did. No other woman existed for him. He doubted one ever would.
He reached down to curl his fingers around her hips. He needed her. Needed to push deep. To demonstrate his possession again. He lifted and then drove deep, arching his hips. They both cried out.
Her hands flew frantically over his shoulders, seeking purchase. With a growl, his lips found her neck, nipping and biting at the delectable flesh.
She arched her back, plumping her br**sts against his chest. The chords in her neck strained and bulged as he lifted and thrust over and over.
“ ’Twas I who was supposed to love you,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh aye, you were and you did. If you love me any harder, I’ll die from the effort.”
“Please,” she begged. “ ’Tis burning, Alaric. I can’t … I must …”
“Do what you must,” he urged.
She gripped his shoulders and began lifting herself out of his hands, pushing downward, harder and faster until she rode him as surely as he would his steed.
Unable to keep the position any longer, he lay back, hitting the mattress as she came down over him. He helped her, but she was a wild thing in his arms, her hips undulating as she took him over and over.
He’d never been so aroused by a woman. He’d never thought a woman so beautiful or giving. He’d never wanted a woman to be his as he wanted her.
His release boiled in his loins, rising like a tumultuous storm. Building, burning. Oh God, he wouldn’t last.
He slid his hand between their bodies, finding her slick heat. He stroked her pleasure spot and shuddered in ecstasy when she tightened spasmodically around him.
“I can’t last,” he cried hoarsely.
“Then let go,” she said, echoing his words from earlier. She leaned down and cupped his face in her hands. “I’ll be here to catch you, warrior.”
Her sweetness flooded his soul. With a strangled gasp, he let go and arched up. He barely managed to grasp her hips and tear himself from her sheath. He erupted in great liquid spurts as her hand cupped over him, holding him against her belly.
He continued to pulse against her flesh, his hands curled into tight balls at his sides. He twitched and thrust against her, unable to hold still as pleasure tore through his bones.
As he slowly lowered himself down to the bed once more, her grasp gentled and then she let go. She gazed curiously at his cock, now only partially erect and wiped her finger over a drop of liquid on the head.
She glanced back up at him before carefully sliding her finger into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the tip before letting it fall free, and he groaned all over again.
She lifted one delicate brow as his c**k twitched and became instantly erect.