Sweat began to bead Christian’s brow and upper lip as he recognized her touch would be the hallmark of Megan’s lovemaking as well.
He willed himself to endure the pleasure of her alternating butterfly light touches and squeezing fist for as long as he could. But when she focused her curious fingers on the engorged tip of his erection, he reached his limit. His breath was coming ragged and harsh as he bent and removed her underwear. His urgency had become so great that he couldn’t take the time to appreciate how stunning she was when she was fully revealed to him. He was next to her before Megan could fully murmur his name.
He swallowed the end of her plea in a fiery kiss.
Their bodies responded naturally to their need to mate and join. But even though Megan opened for him, she was small and untried, and the space on the couch wasn’t large enough for her to spread further. Christian could feel her entrance with his erection. She was very wet. Her kisses and desperate hands told him that she was ready.
But he wasn’t going anywhere.
For a few seconds, reality sobered him. He sunk his head into the juncture of her neck and shoulder and breathed like he’d just crossed the finish line of a sprint.
“I should have taken you to bed. I’m sorry.” He felt her hands on his hips and buttocks and he groaned. “Megan, stop…just give me a second to—“
“I don’t want to stop. Come inside me now, Christian.”
She met his stare when he raised his head slowly. His need tore at him.
He raised himself to his knees and lifted her lower body. When he did, it allowed her freedom to move her feet and calf over the back of the couch. She instinctively opened her thighs further to accommodate him. When she nudged her sex next to him with an erotic shift of her hips, Christian gritted his teeth. Their gazes melded as he entered her with painstaking slowness. When he saw her face tense, he paused, utilizing as yet untried resources of willpower. She squeezed around him in a tight, pitiless grip.
“Don’t stop, Christian. Please,” she whispered.
He studied her face, memorized it. Her features were damp with perspiration. Her facial muscles were pulled tightly, but Christian suspected it was with arousal, not fear or pain.
He gripped her hips tightly and sunk into her completely in one stroke.
The sensation of being fully inside of her ripped at the very limits of his consciousness. The groan that tore through his throat was both emotionally and physically rendered. In a searing moment of realization, his eyes opened wide. The full awareness of what he was doing struck like an electric jolt.
When the ability to breathe returned to him, he heard Megan whisper.
“It feels…odd.”
“I should…stop…should I stop?” he asked disjointedly in a strangled voice. God in heaven, please let her say no.
She shook her head at the same time that she shifted her hips, accommodating him completely. Christian bit his lip to stifle a groan at the same time that an aroused cry spilled over Megan’s lips.
“It’s starting to feel nice,” she admitted as she experimentally ducked her hips. The stroke made his eyes go wide in desperation.
“Ah, Christ, Megan. You feel so… I have to…”
“Yes…please.”
With those sweet, generous words, he lost himself in her.
* * * *
Megan’s mouth fell open in wonder at the sensation of him loving her without doubt or restraint. He wasn’t gentle with her. He seemed to know instinctively what she needed to build the mounting pressure within her ever higher. He never broke his rhythm, even when he bent over and kissed the stunned expression from her mouth.
“I’ll never be able to tell you how good you feel.”
“I think I’m starting to guess,” she murmured next to his cheek before she gasped at his next powerful stroke.
“Megan…shift up, so… ah, God…like that. You’re warm and sweet and tight,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “I could lose myself in you.”
She made a high, breathy sound of arousal as he continued to praise her and prompt her and love her so deeply that her mind became a fuzz of blending sensations. She tasted his murmured love words, felt them run thickly down her throat like honey. She saw their mating bodies as if from a distance, knew in her bones how beautiful and right they were together. She heard Christian’s hesitation, his longing to prolong the inevitable climax, even though he never spoke a word of it.
He paused on an inward stroke and leaned down far enough to tongue her tight nipple. She chanted his name mindlessly when he suckled her greedily at first, then with so much gentleness, tears squeezed past her tightly clenched eyelids. She quivered in incipient release. She felt his eyes on her face when he lifted his head.
“I told you how much I wanted to do that while I was deep inside of you. It was a thousand times better than I imagined.”