“Yes.. . . .” It was more of a sigh than a word.
Standing naked in front of him, she felt his eyes roaming all over her. Her insecurities were about to kick in when he mumbled, “You’re so beautiful.”
Charles stripped off the remainder of his own clothes before lifting her in his arms, carried her over to the bed, and laid her down before lying beside her. He ran a hand from her cheek, over her collarbone, then across her breast and lower. His hand crossed her abdomen, and when he passed her bellybutton, his eyes followed the path his fingers were taking.
She opened her legs to him and closed her eyes as his fingers slipped through her wet folds and over her swollen clit. A shudder rippled through her. Oh damn.
Although Rosslyn hadn’t had many lovers, Charles wasn’t her first. But her body was reacting as though he knew everything she wanted, even before she did, like old lovers coming home.
It was sweet torture each time a finger slid over her clit. Her pulse was racing; this wasn’t the time to be timid. Lifting her hips, she pumped her flesh against his hand.
She wanted him to replace his hand with his mouth, but she also wanted to please him. Rosslyn reached out and gripped his shoulders, practically digging into the taut muscles as she strained to open her legs wider.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He increased the strokes over her clit, slipping a finger inside of her, sending waves of heat rushing through her veins, each stroke faster than the one before. The heat in the pit of her stomach spread throughout her body.
“Oh, Charles,” she cried, “I need you, all of you.”
“You’ll have me, Rosslyn. After you give me what I want.”
“But . . . I . . .” She moaned as he entered her again.
“I want to feel you quiver and lose control.”
As he stroked her feverishly, Rosslyn’s body went rigid, and her cries of passion echoed through the room as her core clenched around Charles’s finger. Sweet heaven. Her body shook and her desire burned out of control as the first orgasm rippled through her. When she thought it would end, Charles entered her with a second finger, bringing her climax to yet another level. Charles. Oh . . . God . . . Charles. She swore her body lifted off the bed and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe, yet didn’t care.
Left panting with every cell of her body tingling, she tried to hold him but Charles slipped from the bed. She couldn’t open her eyes but heard the sound of a foil packet being torn. When he returned, he settled himself between her legs. She ran her hand down his broad chest, over his rock-hard abs, and stopped at his cock. Wrapping her fingers around him, she slowly stroked him, long strokes from the base to the tip.
“If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to either.”
Although she wanted to make him lose himself, she wanted it to be inside of her. Reluctantly, she released him. Knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him made her burn even hotter with desire.
God, I want this man.
As she opened her mouth to tell him, he claimed her lips. His kiss, though rough, was met just as fiercely by her own. She was filled with such hunger, as though she couldn’t get enough of him.
Charles looked deeply into her eyes, and she felt he could read every thought and see right into her soul. Her desire was reflected by his.
She felt the head of his cock between her wet folds, her juices ready to blend with his. He slowly entered her until he was completely inside her. Yes . . . oh yes . . .
He was so gentle, yet he was larger than anyone she’d been with, and it took time to adjust. It was the sweetest pain she’d ever known. But she needed more. She lifted her hips to him, begging him to give her more, and he did.
He plunged deep inside. “Oh, sweetheart, you feel so damn good.”
She loved him calling her sweetheart and wasn’t going to remind him they were showing, not telling. Rosslyn wanted the words. Maybe he needed them too.
He’d repositioned himself slightly, and each movement stroked her G-spot. Never has it been this good. Her moans filled the air. So, so good. What he was doing to her caused her body to shiver and tingle with newfound bursts of ecstasy. As the waves of another release flooded through her, she felt her toes curl with delight. “Charles, oh, Charles. Yes. Yes! Charles, yes!” she screamed and panted out, over and over again.
Then she felt his body tense like her own, and a deep growl escaped him as his own hot release joined hers. “Fuck. Oh . . . yes!” Charles growled out before collapsing beside her.
They both lay gasping for breath. Her entire body tingled from the multiple, mind-blowing orgasms he’d given her. She curled up against him. Her body was spent, yet she’d never felt better. Rosslyn wasn’t sure what they’d experienced, but it wasn’t just sex. It was as though every laugh, thought, and connection they’d shared had poured out through their bodies.
Charles stroked her arm gently and said, “That was . . .”
“Unexpected?” Rosslyn added.
“And then some. Will you be disappointed if I change my mind?”
“About what?” she responded nervously.