Dear God, be careful what you wish for.
When she’d started talking, it had been a game, a spice to flavor his arousal. He should have known she’d propel him far beyond that. He’d passed his thirty years in the shallows, but Selina drew him out into dangerous depths of emotion.
His wicked heart cramped as he slid into her, glorying in her welcome. He rocked his hips in a gentle rhythm. "Selina…"
"I can’t…" Her hand tightened over his, and her voice thickened.
"I love your quim," he said hoarsely, as he set up a slow, sure movement. If only to justify those beautiful words, he wanted to pleasure her forever.
To his surprise, an exhalation of amusement escaped her. "My quim loves you back."
He groaned. "How the hell can I resist you?"
He reached down to tangle his fingers in the silky curls covering her mound. They were damp and soft, and the way she shifted under every thrust built his arousal. Each time he buried his length inside her, she sighed with delight. Those gentle moans played sweet music in his ears.
With a sublime lack of striving, she tipped over into a lavish climax. His balls tightened with the urge to lose himself, but he kept up the slow, intense momentum as long as he could. When she climaxed again on a soft cry of satisfaction, he struggled to hold himself in. Even as she came down off the heights, he slid his hand down her stomach and between her legs to toy with her clitoris. She convulsed around him and cried out once more.
On one last languorous glide, he pulled free and insinuated his cock between her thighs. He groaned with pleasure as he spilled on her skin while she still shook in ecstasy. Jerking against her back, he buried his face in that glorious fall of hair.
She reached down between her legs to caress the sensitive head of his dick. Her touch was tender. "That was lovely," she said in a choked voice.
"Aye, it was." He shifted to leave the bed and fetch a flannel, but she made a soft protest.
"Not yet."
He slumped against her back and slid his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. His hand shaped the soft weight of her breast. "Not yet."
They drowsed in the afterglow. It felt like much later when she spoke in a whisper. "I use my hands on myself."
"Hmm?"
She continued in an even lower voice, so he had to press closer to hear. "You asked…you asked how someone who had never found satisfaction in a man’s arms knows what pleasure means."
Surprise rippled through him, although he wasn’t as shocked as he might have been. This was the obvious answer. He’d been a fool to doubt what she’d told him about her husband. From their first kiss, he’d noted that she was unused to enjoying a man’s touch.
"I’m glad."
He was. He couldn’t imagine the demure woman he’d first met daring to explore her body, however unfulfilling her husband’s attentions. But the lover who had taken him to paradise over and over through this exceptional day, that woman had the courage to seek what marriage denied her.
"You are?" He heard sleepy disbelief in the question.
"Aye, with all my heart."
She rested her hand over where he clasped her breast. He was close to asleep when she spoke again. "Since the first moment I saw you, the lover in my mind when I touch myself is you."
Her honesty sliced into his heart with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. "My darling, I don’t deserve you," he murmured.
He kissed the point of her shoulder, bared where her shift slipped down her arm. Her skin tasted of salt and Selina.
Another long pause while he basked in having this miracle of a woman lying in his arms. Then she went on, and the aching sadness in her words had him closing his eyes in an agony of regret.
"From now on, whenever I find my pleasure, I’ll always picture you."
So often she’d stolen his ability to speak. Now his throat closed on more of those words he couldn’t allow himself to say. He bundled her tight against him and told himself he could bear to part with her when the time came. But he knew himself to be a liar.
Chapter 9
"I can hear it ahead of us, but I can’t see it," Selina said breathlessly, as she gripped Brock’s hand and stumbled after him along the frozen path.