“Sinclair, stop, it’s, I…” I said incoherently but he ignored me, his fingers moving faster now as he added a third.
The duvet was clenched tight in my damp fists and I bit into my thumb as the pleasure spiraled higher and my womb clenched almost painfully with pleasure. I had never experienced anything so blinding, so beyond normal sense and I was almost afraid to let go, to dive into the deep well of bliss his fingers coaxed me towards.
“Come for me.” His voice was tight with control. “Come for me now, Elle.”
His demand pushed me over the edge and as I went tumbling into the darkness, his voice kept me anchored to reality. The orgasm overwhelmed me, my legs shaking, sex convulsing and it took all my strength just to stay conscious through the powerful onslaught.
“Are you okay?” he asked between gritted teeth as he stood up behind me. His arousal brushed against my buttock, hard and pulsing.
I was exhausted but the feel of him against me spurred me on. “No, I need you. Inside of me.”
Anxiously, I waited as he recovered a condom from his discarded trousers. He groaned as he took my hips between his palms and brought himself to my drenched entrance. I gasped when he pressed forward slightly and moved his hips gently, just kissing the inside of my sex. Passion reignited violently in my belly and I tried to push back against him but his strong hands held me firmly. He planted a kiss on the middle of my back before placing his hand there, gently pressing me down once more so that my rump was raised invitingly. I tightened on the tip of him embedded in my core, causing his fingers to twitch on my hips.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I almost whispered, embarrassed by my bold desires but too stimulated to ignore them.
His fingers tightened an instant before he thrust inside of me, wrenching an animalistic moan from him and cry of pleasure for me. He was so large inside of me that at first, despite my wetness, there was an uncomfortable stretch. I winced slightly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. He paused and I held my breath until slowly, he began to pull out. My breathy sigh must have satisfied him because he moved forward again. His strokes were slow and sure at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting inside my aching depths. The pain was gone, drowned in a tidal wave of pleasure as wave after wave of sensation coursed through my blood.
“You feel incredible,” he rasped as he leaned over my back to play with my hanging breasts. His fingers rolled my taut nipples until I was bre
athless with pleasure.
“Come for me like this,” he ordered, pressing an open mouthed kiss to my damp shoulder. “With me deep inside you.”
One hand dropped from my breast and unerringly found the sensitive nub at the top of my sex. His fingers circled it, mirroring the ministrations of his other hand on my right nipple. The tremors began at my core and vibrated through my entire body as my orgasm took me. I crested the wave on a broken cry, my sex clenched tightly around Sinclair inside of me, milking him until he groaned and climaxed too. I could feel the force of his release deep within me and it drew out my orgasm so that I was left panting and shaking slightly minutes later when we had both collapsed to the bed in exhaustion.
Sinclair rolled over, propping himself on his rippling arm to look down at me as I recovered. “Please tell me you aren’t a virgin, Elle.”
It would have been too good to be true if he hadn’t noticed. I considered how to respond, fingering the white duvet as if I wasn’t concerned with our conversation or my very exposed position.
“Not anymore.”
Chapter Seven.
He cursed under his breath again and was silent for a few minutes. He flopped to the bed beside me and dragged an arm over his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes but I reminded myself that I had wanted this. I had been completely naïve my entire life and I didn’t want to arrive in New York in any way the same meek girl I had been when I left to Paris years before.
“You should have told me,” he said, not accusingly but firmly, as if he was scolding a wayward puppy.
“I thought this was supposed to be just physical.”
I propped my head in my hands in order to look at him. He didn’t sound very angry and I was inordinately glad for it. I was still flushed and joyful from our lovemaking and I wasn’t ready to argue yet.
“An affair is an intimate thing, Elle. I didn’t propose one night of sex with a stranger. I told you on the plane, I’ve never been so drawn to a person in my life. I’m not interested in having sex with a stranger; I want to be with you. And that includes knowing pertinent information about you, like the state of your virginity.”
I nodded. “I’m sorry, I realize it was deceitful of me.”
His brow furrowed and I somehow resisted the urge to smooth it with my fingers.
“I don’t know if it would have changed anything,” he admitted softly.
Joy unfurled in my chest and I smiled at him prettily. “It doesn’t have to change anything now. I quite liked it.”
He lifted his head to raise a cool eyebrow at my attitude but I only grinned at him.
“You quite liked it?” he repeated and his voice was deceptively reserved.
I giggled as he leaned once more on his elbow to look at me. “Well, yes. Didn’t you?”
He shook his head at me and ran his other hand through the tumbled mass of chestnut hair falling around his ears. “I more than liked it. Despite myself, I’m already thinking about all the other ways that I can have you.”