His arms reached out to enfold her and draw her down to him. “Sweet Ann, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but it would be a totally selfish act on my part. Only I would receive pleasure.”
“But you gave me pleasure with your fingers and your mouth, and I suspect the pleasure of a rampant male weapon would be ten times as pleasurable.”
“A hundred times, love, but before that pleasure comes pain while your sheath is stretched to almost breaking point. We simply don’t have time for you to become accustomed to the pain and move beyond it. The hymenal rite is a mystical thing. I intend to leave you intact so that you can experience it in your future.”
“But I can never marry,” she protested.
Adam smiled. “Never is a long, long time. And even if you never have a husband, you will assuredly have a lover.”
“How can you be sure?” she cried.
“After tonight your body will crave a lover’s touch. It won’t be long before you seek and find someone to love.”
“But I sought and found you.”
“We are playing at fantasy. In less than two hours dawn will bring reality.”
“Adam, I want you to ejaculate.”
“Not by coitus, love. What if my seed left you with child?”
“Ah, God, why is there always the devil to pay?”
He shrugged. “Risk makes the game sweeter, I suppose.”
“I’m ready to risk all!” she cried recklessly.
“I know that and it makes you utterly desirable, but you are extremely young and I have made myself responsible for you this night.”
“You promised to love me!”
“I promised only to unveil the mysteries of sex for you.”
She sighed. He was being honorable, damn him to hellfire, and yet how secure she felt, knowing he would protect her at all costs. “Show me how to give you pleasure.”
He reached out for her hands, placed one in the crisp dark fur over his heart, and filled the other with his up-thrust maleness. “Simply play with me.”
Antonia caressed him, stroked him, fondled him, and rolled him, watching in fascination as he became more swollen and engorged. He jumped and bucked in her hand and then Adam began to moan low in his throat at the pleasure she brought him. Suddenly it wasn’t enough for Antonia. She wanted to kiss him, to taste him, to take him inside her body. She wanted to give him more pleasure than he had ever known with another woman.
She cupped him with both hands and lifted him to her lips like a precious object she would worship. She dropped a kiss upon the velvet smooth head, then another and another. With the tip of her tongue she delicately traced beneath the ridge, all the way around, then dipped the pointed tip into the tiny opening in the center. Now it was his turn to be vocal and she reveled in her woman’s power over him. She slid her lips down to fasten over the ridge, imprisoning the whole head inside her hot mouth, then with her tongue she licked and sucked until he was pulsating wildly.
“Stop love, I’ll spend.” He gasped.
She gave him a bewitching look from beneath her dark lashes, telling him clearly she had no intention of stopping.
Adam controlled his climax for long minutes, enjoying to the full the intoxicating, addictive sensations as he built and built to explosion. He knew he could not bear much more of her exquisite loving, then finally as he felt himself start, he pulled his swollen shaft from her lips.
His seed arced, then cascaded across her breast and across the black satin sheets, the drops as beautiful as liquid pearls. Antonia touched one with her fingertip, then rubbed his essence between her finger and thumb, marveling at its slippery, silken texture. She lifted her fingers to her nostrils to smell him, then finally her tongue came out to taste him. It was a potent male mixture of salt, sandalwood, and smoke.
“Are you always so impulsive?” he demanded in a raw growl.
“I have learned to seize the moment,” she murmured huskily.
With a great whoop he lifted her from the bed and set her upon his wide shoulders. Then he galloped around the room, playful as a boy. He came to a stop before the mirror so they could see how carefree and uninhibited they both looked. He caressed her long, silken legs, loving the feel of them draped over his shoulders, loving the feel of her scalding mons against the back of his neck.
Antonia knew she was already becoming aroused again. Then her eyes dilated as she watched his cock swell and grow until it stood rigid, almost to his navel.
“How could you fill so quickly?”