At last he lifted himself away slightly, allowing her hands to move freely again. She reached round him, smoothing her palms over the strong plains of his back, but he was on the move, suddenly kneeling over her, his hands on either side of her shoulders, one knee between her thighs and the other beside her hip. She was effectively pinned beneath him.
Her breath was coming in small, rapid gasps and she stared up at him hungrily, not caring that her desire for him must be completely obvious. He rocked forward, using his leg to nudge her dress up.
She gasped out loud as his long hard thigh brushed intimately between her legs, sending a jolt of pure sexual excitement thrilling through her. His expression intensified and he moved his leg again, letting it ride up and down between hers, all the time maintaining pressure on the place between her legs that was suddenly the very centre of her awareness.
A pulsing point of desire began to throb insistently where his thigh rubbed against her. She moaned with pleasure and looked up at him. She could see in his eyes that he wanted her, and if that wasn’t enough she could feel his arousal, pressing hard and ready through the thin fabric of her summer dress.
She reached for him again, this time her hands finding the buckle of his belt. The leather was soft and flexible and she slipped the end through the loop. Suddenly he straightened up and he pushed her hands aside once more. He jerked the belt undone and quickly removed the rest of his clothes.
He stood naked beside the bed and she gazed up at his magnificent form appreciatively. She was torn between the desire to look and the need to touch, but she didn’t have time for either as he quickly bent over her again and grasped her panties in his strong hands. With one swift movement he pulled them down and tossed them away.
Her heart thumped erratically as he knelt between her thighs. Her body was aching with her need for him, but at that last second she felt a rush of nervous energy. She wanted him. But this was something she’d never done before.
She looked up at him, gloriously naked above her, and, inexperienced as she was, her body knew what it wanted.
She needed to feel him moving inside her, and that need was growing greater every moment. She let her knees fall apart and reached to pull him down onto her, into her.
He hesitated, looking at her face as the hard tip of his penis pressed against her. She wriggled, unable to bear the delay, and lifted her hips towards him. At that moment he pressed forward, and as their bodies were finally joined she felt a sharp momentary pain.
He stopped suddenly, as if he had sensed what had happened, and looked down at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
The pain passed in a second, and as she felt her body ease to accommodate his hard masculine length she let out a long low moan of satisfaction.
But that was only the start. He began to move, and with each slow thrust a wave of pleasure crashed over her, spiralling out from the core of her womanhood to the tips of her fingers and beyond. It was wonderful. Her whole body trembled with delight, getting fuller and fuller with quivering, singing energy.
She was riding the moment, almost bursting with extraordinary sensation, moving closer and closer to the peak. Instinctively she lifted her knees towards her chest and angled her hips upwards, letting him thrust deeper and deeper into her. With every thrust she cried out, clinging to him, gripping his buttocks and holding him as tight to her as she could. His body was growing damp with sweat and her hands glided over his slick skin.
The pressure was building within her and she felt as if she would explode. She lifted her head, straining towards him, biting down on his neck as his head dipped next to hers.
Suddenly her moment came. Her toes curled, her breath caught in her throat and she felt her climax breaking over her like a tidal wave of sensation, pulsing through her body to every extremity. Her back arched and her head fell onto the pillow as she cried out his name. Aftershocks clenched inside her, and she felt her inner muscles tightening convulsively around his hardness, which was still moving deep inside her. The moment went on and on in an orgasm that was more powerful than anything she’d ever dreamed was possible.
Nik gave a shout and she knew his own climax was upon him. He reared back and was poised above her for a second as his body peaked in its moment of release. Then he collapsed onto her, breathing heavily in long ragged breaths.
She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his heart pounding against her breast, and let her body sink down into the bed, totally satisfied.
Nik lay there for a moment, feeling her body beneath his, feeling her still holding him inside.
He’d been right. Making love to Carrie had been good. No—good was not the right word. Incredible was a better way to describe it.
He lifted himself onto his elbows and rolled away so that he was beside her on the bed. He looked at her, waiting for his heart rate to slow, listening to the sound of her panting breaths slowly quieten.
She was lying supine next to him, still wearing her flowery summer dress, which was crumpled and mussed from their lovemaking. The front was slightly open, showing a glimpse of the shadow between her breasts, and the skirt was hiked up to her hips. She must have smoothed the hem down just enough to cover her decency when he moved off her, but her long legs were still gloriously naked.
She looked utterly irresistible, lying there in such wanton disarray, even though most of her body was still covered. In fact, apart from undoing the front of her bra, her panties were the only item of clothing that he’d removed. He remembered tearing them off and tossing them to one side, and was suddenly filled with an urgent desire to ravage her once more.
‘Carrie,’ he said, as a shaft of refreshed desire mixed with anger ripped through him, ‘why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?’
CHAPTER EIGHT
‘IT WAS none of your business.’ Carrie pushed herself up into a sitting position and stared straight back at him. There was a defiant look on her flushed face, but deep in her green eyes he thought he could detect a glimmer of uncertainty.
‘Of course it was,’ he said.
An image of her strutting through the footballer’s party, wearing that short red dress and those impossibly high-heeled sandals, flashed through his mind. No one who looked that sexy could be a virgin.
‘No, it wasn’t.’ Carrie jumped off the bed and buttoned up the front of her dress. ‘I didn’t ask you how many lovers you’ve had before.’
‘That’s not the same thing,’ Nik grated. ‘And in any case I never misled you about my experience.’