She was tight. Petite. He took his time, stretching her and stoking that fiery need. Returning to her tempting breasts, he kissed and teased, never letting his fingers slide fully out of the hot grip of her sex.
His mouth shifted to her lips and she kissed him back with such desperation, he knew it was time.
He moved between her legs and pushed her thighs wide, dragging his tongue through her slit and closing his lips over her sensitive flesh. He continued to tease and pleasure her, loved when her fingers boldly raked through his hair, pulling hard at the strands and anchoring his mouth to her sex. His other hand toyed with her breasts and her body fluttered and responded to every touch.
“You’re almost there.” He stroked and kissed faster and her breath hitched.
He teased her into a frenzy until her cries crested into a breathtaking crescendo and her body came alive, arching against the mattress, back bowed and quivering, calling his name as heat gushed over his fingers.
Her hands knotted in the coverlet. Her body wore a feminine dew of sweat and arousal. The scent of her desire was a drug to him. And he was an instant addict, needing more.
He kept going, kissing her swollen flesh and pumping his fingers. He drank every drop of her sweet release and pushed her to give him more.
He was a glutton for her pleasure, needy to impress her and prove himself the best she’d ever had. He lost count of how many times she cried out in pleasure and her body grew weak. Her limbs draped over the covers and her moans were near delirious.
Taking pity on her, he softened his licks to gentle kisses and removed his probing fingers, simply petting her delicate, but swollen folds.
“You’re so pretty here. Pretty everywhere. But here…seeing your soft, pink skin, swollen from my mouth, wet from my touch… I’m aching to be inside of you.”
She sighed and gave a smile sculpted of the sweetest secrets. “Then why aren’t you?”
When she showed that direct side of her, assertively content in her sexual need and undaunted by the fact that she was a hot, red-blooded woman, he craved her a hundred times more.
Fascinated, he laughed and whispered, “Where did you come from?”
She smiled. “Jasper Falls.”
Yet, no one in the town could claim half her beauty, match her wit, or entice him so completely. Maybe there was some sort of magic hiding in the water up on that mountain where her family lived, something sacred.
“I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She smiled and the flush on her cheeks darkened. “I hope you know I’m not usually this, um…forward with men.”
He leaned in and gently kissed her. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom, he stripped off his tux and opened a condom. She waited in a rumpled heap of blue on the bed, her tapered limbs and tempting curves on full display, her still tight nipples glistening in the moonlight.
She opened her eyes as he pulled her to sit up. “I should have taken this off before we started.” He searched for the zipper as satin and taffeta pooled around her waist.
Her body was pliant, her smile soft and satisfied. He slid the material to the floor, revealing her flawless shape. She was utter perfection in that she appeared so beautifully human with rounded curves and a healthy softness around her hips and thighs.
He joined her on the bed and kissed her tenderly. Their bodies aligned and she looped her arms around his neck, staring deep into his eyes. He settled his weight on his knees, careful not to crush her.
He wanted her without barriers. The hot slide of her sex against the tip of his erection made him resent having to use protection, something he never resented since becoming a father.
He reached between their bodies and guided himself close, sliding along the seam of her sex without fully penetrating.
Her brow creased and he worried he might have been too rough during their foreplay.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No. Keep going.”
He nudged deeper, stretching her, careful to take it slow. Her brow tightened again and he paused. He pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. It’s just…” Her breath teased his ear. “You’re really big.”
He chuckled. “That sort of flattery will only make me bigger.”
She laughed then sobered. “Just… hold me tight. I want to keep going.”
He gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Her body momentarily tensed as he nudged forward, and then he was in. “I’ve got you.”
The sinking feeling that this might be her first time haunted him, but he chased the thought away, as it made her seem too young and innocent, when so far she’d matched his desires every beat of the way.