She felt beautiful when he touched her like that. Beautiful and desirable and feminine and...respected. There was nothing sleazy about his touch. He made her feel as if she was the only woman he ever wanted to make love with. The only one he wanted to share the intimate connection of body and soul.
He went to her other breast, exploring it in the same intimate detail, driving her senses into a wild frenzy as he subjected her to caress after caress, stroke after stroke, kiss after kiss. He moved back up to her neck, his lips playing with the sensitive skin there, lingering over her ear lobes and the delicate spot below.
He came back to her mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately while her lower body burned and ached for him with a need so strong it surpassed anything she had experienced before. She wasn’t used to being swept away on a tumultuous tide of desire. She was used to being the one in control, mentally and physically always a step or two ahead. But his kiss and his touch had a magical effect on her senses, sending them spinning and twirling in rapturous delight.
She undid his belt and unzipped him, taking him in her hands to stroke and titillate. To explore him, to make him feel the uncontrollable desire she was feeling. He made deliciously male noises of heavy arousal, his erection thick and hard in her hand.
His hands went to the waistband of her yoga pants, ruthlessly tugging them down so they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and her knickers as he shucked off his own trousers and underwear and shrugged off his shirt.
Aiesha fed off the sight of him with a hunger she had never felt with such intensity. He was lean and yet muscled in all the right places. His abdomen was washboard-flat, the pipelike ridges showcased beneath the tanned olive-toned skin. His chest was lightly covered in hair that spread from his pectoral muscles, down past his navel and to his groin, where his erection rose proudly.
‘On the floor.’ It was a gruff command that thrilled her as much as it surprised her. But she obeyed as meekly as a submissive to a master.
He deftly dealt with the application of a condom before he came down to join her. But he didn’t rush to penetrate her. Instead he gently eased her thighs apart and brought his mouth to her intimately in a gentle caress that made her back arch in delight.
Aiesha had been pleasured that way before but she had never been able to let herself fully relax enough to orgasm. Her previous partners had performed the act in a perfunctory manner, as if they had realised it was what was expected but they didn’t take the time to ask her what she liked, or what worked and what didn’t. It had annoyed her that they thought they knew her body better than she knew it herself so she had cut it short by pretending to orgasm like a porn star, while privately she’d mocked them for their ignorance and arrogance.
But this was different.
James stroked her with his tongue, but then stopped to ask if it was too strong or too light. ‘Tell me what you like best. Hard or soft? Fast or slow?’
Aiesha could barely speak for the sensations that were coursing through her. ‘Just like that...slow and gradually building up... Oh, God...ohhhhhh.’
Her body gave a convulsing spasm, every nerve quivering and then exploding like fireworks. The rippling waves gradually died away, her body feeling as limp and pliable as melted wax.
She felt strangely unguarded, unexpectedly vulnerable. He had unlocked her senses in a way no one else had. Sex was supposed to be just sex. He had taken it to another level...one she had never visited before.
He came over her, one thigh draped over one of hers, his hand brushing her hair out of her face. ‘You OK?’
Aiesha snapped out of her daze. ‘Sure, why wouldn’t I be?’
He studied her for a moment. ‘We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.’
Second thoughts? Was he kidding? But how considerate of him not to assume he had the right to continue. It made another layer of her armour peel away. She put a hand to his face, stroking it over the dark, sexy stubble, her core contracting with another wave of longing. ‘We can’t let that condom go to waste, now can we?’
He took her hand in his and brought it up to his mouth, kissing each of her fingertips as his eyes held hers. ‘I don’t know about you, but I hate unnecessary waste.’
She put her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down. ‘Me, too.’
His mouth fused with hers in a smoking-hot kiss that made her belly quake all over again. His tongue got busy with hers, teasing and stroking and tangoing until she was making soft little whimpering sounds at the back of her throat.
He put a hand below her bottom and raised her to receive him, entering her in a long, slow, smooth glide that made her shiver all over in delight. Her body gripped him tightly, the friction of his first slow thrusts making her senses go crazy. He rocked gently at first, taking his time as he let her catch his rhythm, letting her get used to the breadth and length of him. Then he gradually picked up his pace, bringing her along with him, the excitement building all over again in her body. The tightening of her core, the swelling and throbbing ache of her clitoris, aching and pulsing for his touch.