‘I’m not scared...just a bit nervous.’
‘So let me help you relax,’ he said softly.
He stripped off his clothes, and then hers, gently peeling off her bra and panties, kissing her the whole time, his hands caressing her hip, her waist, the underside of her breast, until she was shaking with need, wanting him to touch the fluttering pulse between her thighs.
When they were both naked she felt her stomach tighten with nerves. He was so solid and aroused, and his dark gaze was so intense she could feel it deep inside her.
‘Why are you looking at me like that?’
‘You’re beautiful.’
Saliva pooling in her mouth, she stared at his lean, beautifully muscled body, her eyes lingering on the smooth length of his erection.
‘So are you,’ she said softly.
He smiled, and she smiled back at him, and then she felt her whole body start to throb as he pulled her gently towards the bed.
His skin was just as she remembered it—smooth and warm and firm. Greedily, she caressed the contours of his back, her breathing losing its rhythm as his hands dropped to her waist. He pressed her against the thick ridge of his erection and she felt her heartbeat accelerate in time with the oscillating ball of heat low in her pelvis.
He began moving against her slowly, his hot mouth seeking the bare skin of her neck, kissing and licking the raised line of her clavicle until she was drowning in the dark, teasing currents surging through her body.
She gasped as his hands caressed her eager, straining body, her head swimming as they slid over her ribcage to capture her breasts. His fingertips skimmed over her taut nipples, and then her stomach clenched sharply as those same fingers slipped down to the triangle of blonde hair and the slick heat between her thighs. His breathing jerked and she parted her legs, letting him take the weight of her in his hand, moving against the insistent press of his palm.
‘I want you,’ she whispered, her hand closing around him.
He groaned against her throat. ‘Wait a minute,’ he muttered.
She watched dazedly as he reached for his trousers and pulled out his wallet.
‘Are you sure you want this?’ He was holding a condom packet, but loosely, and she knew he was waiting for her consent. ‘Are you sure you want me?’ he said hoarsely.
She nodded. ‘I’ve never been surer.’
And suddenly he was there, his big body warm and solid against hers. She locked her hands around his neck as he shifted against her, lowering his hips to hers, his erection hard and hot. And then her pulse accelerated as he pushed forward.
She took a breath, trying to relax, but her face must have given her away because he stopped moving.
‘Don’t stop,’ she whispered.
‘I’m just letting you get used to me.’
She felt his hand slide to her hip, shifting beneath her to raise her up, and suddenly it was easier, smoother. Now her body was welcoming him, and she was rising up to meet his thrusts.
Letting her arms curl around his shoulders, she pressed up against him, breath quickening, muscles clenching as a pulsing heat gathered inside her and exploded like a supernova, and then she felt him clamp her closer, his body erupting into hers with a groan.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BREATHING OUT UNSTEADILY, Mimi buried her hands in Basa’s dark hair, her heart racing in time with his, lost in the aftershocks still quivering through her body, in the scent of his skin, and in disbelief at her own uninhibited passion.
No one had ever held her like this...so close.
If only they could stay like this for ever.
She felt him shift against her and her heart gave a little jump as he raised himself up onto his elbows and stared down into her flushed face.
‘Was it okay?’ He stroked her tangled blonde hair away from her forehead.
She nodded, then smiled. ‘It was a lot better than okay.’