The second his tongue touched the moist heart of her, she bucked, the shocked gasp making the feast all the sweeter. He held her open, ruthlessly teasing the tight nub with his lips. He worked the sodden flesh, glorying in her uninhibited response to him. So open, so wild. She thrashed on the sheets, her hips lifting into his caresses, as he finally captured the swollen bud and suckled hard.
She cried out, the sound hoarse and raw, the fierceness with which she surrendered to her own pleasure only making her more intoxicating.
He licked her through the last throes of her orgasm, felt her body collapse onto the bed. As he drew back, he fumbled for a condom in the bedside cabinet, his hands shaking, his movements clumsy. She lay under him, her body sated, her face relaxed, the wariness gone to be replaced by stunned satisfaction.
Grasping her hips, he angled her pelvis. She pulled him towards her as he settled between her thighs. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. Every part of him focussed now on satisfying the driving need to see her surrender again, this time with him.
‘Hold on,’ he murmured. He’d planned to take it slow, but as she lifted her hands to his shoulders the trust on her face had him burying himself to the hilt in one slow thrust.
Ellie stiffened, the sublime cloud of afterglow torn away by the shockingly full penetration.
Alex paused above her, his face tense as he swore softly. ‘Are you okay? You’re so tight,’ he said, the raw need reverberating through his voice.
She nodded, unable to speak, needing him to move, to ease the tight clasp of her body.
She could feel him everywhere, the wild exhilaration joined by the shocking surge of vulnerability.
Her heart crashed against her ribs. Her lungs worked like organ bellows as she tried to gather enough air to regain a semblance of herself.
She felt conquered, branded, all her emotions too raw, too real.
She’d always assumed losing her virginity would not be that big a deal. But how had he known exactly what to do to drive her wild...? And why had she thrown herself at him with such abandon? A man she hardly knew? If he knew how close to tears she had come when her first climax had hit her like a freight train, and how overwhelmed she felt now, how possessed, she would never recover from the humiliation.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, cradling her cheek and forcing her gaze to his.
She swallowed, scared to speak in case he heard the shocked emotion still battering her. She nodded again.
He still hadn’t moved, was still lodged deep inside her. Her tender flesh contracted around him instinctively, trying to drag him in still further. Her face flushed as he groaned.
He cursed again, his breathing as ragged as hers. ‘I’ve got to move.’
‘Yes,’ she managed, her throat dry.
As he drew out, and rocked back, slowly, gently, her tender flesh opened to receive him. And the terrifying intensity of her pleasure ignited again.
She clung to him, his shoulders the only anchor in a new sea of turbulent sensation.
He grunted, the rhythm he established assured, relentless, unyielding. Her body opened further, but this time she couldn’t seem to hold back even a small part of herself, as he conquered her by exquisite degrees—sinking deep, drawing out, sinking deeper still.
She began to meet his thrusts, joining the devastating dance, compelled to follow his lead, her total surrender inevitable.
She tried to cling to that scrap of sanity, hold together the pieces he’d shattered once already. But even as she tried, he demanded more of her. Gripping her hips, he rotated to stroke a place deep inside. She jerked, the intense pleasure making her moan.
‘That’s it, come with me this time,’ he murmured.
The furious sweep of release tumbled towards her—harder, faster—on an unstoppable wave.
She sobbed, the pleasure battering her, but he was relentless, working the spot he’d located with unerring focus. She cried out as the wave crashed at last, his shout echoing as she soared over the high wide ledge, and he pulsed heavily inside her, finding his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, pushing her quaking body into the mattress.
She could feel him, still huge, still hard inside her, and the vulnerability, the sense of paradise found, then lost, hit her like a brick wall.
What the hell was that?
Alex buried his face against Eleanor’s neck and breathed in the erotic scent of her—sleepy, musty, refreshing—his erection still rigid inside her.
He felt washed out, exhausted, turned inside out by a climax so raw it had taken him to another plane of existence.