‘Good decision.’
And, boy, it was. As Kit returned his attention to the hot, wet centre of her her eyes fluttered closed and her body vibrated with the sensations rocketing through her.
When his tongue touched her clitoris she arched off the bed with a soft groan. He sucked. Licked. Slid one finger, then another, into her and gently, achingly slowly moved them inside her. Expertly building the tension inside her, knowing exactly how to, speeding up and slowing down until she thought she’d go mad with either desire or frustration.
She moaned. Cried out in desperation. Began to pant and writhe and was practically on the point of begging when Kit combined the licking and the sucking with a clever twist of his fingers and the tight ball of tension deep inside her exploded. And then she was spiralling out of control, hurtling into oblivion and splintering into a billion tiny pieces as she convulsed and clenched around his fingers with his name on her lips.
‘That certainly evened up the score,’ she mumbled, once the tremors had subsided, her vision had cleared and she’d got her breath back.
He pushed himself up and took his weight on his elbows as he looked down at her. ‘Good.’
‘I want more.’
‘Demanding.’
She shot him a wicked smile. ‘Oh, you have no idea.’
‘I’m intrigued.’
‘I still need to show you how much I want this. And you.’
‘Then what are you waiting for?’
‘Absolutely nothing,’ she said, curling a leg around his hip and rolling him onto his back.
Straddling his hips, she leaned forwards to kiss him and, taking him in one hand, positioned him and, unable to wait any longer, sank down.
He groaned into her mouth and she gasped at the feel of him stretching her, filling her, so tight, so deep. He began to move but she stilled him.
‘Wait,’ she said.
‘What?’
‘Patience, my darling.’
‘Not one of my virtues. Although I must say I’ve astounded myself this last week.’
‘Really?’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe. Not as much as you’re astounding me now though.’
‘You like this?’ she said teasingly.
‘I always did. You know that.’
‘Me too.’
He reared up then and, clamping one hand to the back of her neck, the other to her hip, held her close. She could feel his heart thudding against her. Inside her. And then unable to help herself she began to move. Rocking slowly against him, rolling her hips forwards as he thrust up.
The rain continued to pound the roof and the terrace, and sweat coated her skin as the heat inside her grew.
Kit brought her head forwards, caught her mouth with his, and she clutched at his sho
ulders, barely able to stand the pleasure coursing through her. She whimpered. He moaned and she felt the tension, the desperation clawing at her.
‘God, Lily,’ he said, breaking the kiss for a moment, his breathing harsh and fast and his face tight.
‘I know.’ She was trembling so much, feeling so much she thought she might burst with the pressure of it.