seconds,
the scent of her arousal ignited mine, setting a low rumble
vibrating through my chest and filling my hips with a need to
thrust forward. Encouraged by her eagerness, my fingers located the
fastenings of her dress. As I eased it over her shoulders, her
hands came to assist, and in one upward glide, I stood and lifted
her from the fallen fabric.
A chemise, her
only undergarment, clung to her slender form. As I lowered her to
the ground, her arms around my neck brought me down with her, until
I covered her body with mine, and so close to her flesh at last, I
could not rein in my low growl of want.
Locating the
rapid pulse at her neck, I nuzzled there, and she arched into me,
her fingers clutching at my back before reengaging my hair. I
pulled away her straps to release her breasts. Willingness showed
in her lowering lids and quickened breaths, as my lips touched the
swell of each firm mound. Unable to wait a moment longer, I finally
reached below her slip.
Her honeyed
thighs parted to grant access, and warm wetness welcomed my
fingers. As I suckled her nipples, pert in the cool air, her low
moan accompanied the press of my erection against her leg. Before I
could act on the throbbing urge to pound into her, eager hips
pushed upward as she claimed control.
Swollen with
need, she brushed against me until united with my tip. Her body
trembled. She gave a low whimper, and the aroma of her desire
overwhelmed my senses, weakening my control.
“I will not
have you without your permission, Jem,” I said, lowering my lips to
her ear.
Lashes lowered,
her gaze sought mine. “Take me,” she whispered. “I am yours.”
I entered her
with a slowness that took immense effort. When she gave a low cry
born of a gasp, I halted at the thought of causing her pain and
began to withdraw, but her hands snared me, her ankle hooked
mine.
“Sean.”
Startled by the
sound of my Christian name upon her lips, I gazed down at her.
“Please.” She
urged me back, raising her legs to encircle my hips. “I do not wish
for you to stop.”
Entering her
once more, I returned to her lips and tasted her sigh, swallowed
her quiet gasp. Once further strokes assured me she was in no pain,
I burrowed my nose in search of her scent and lost myself in her,
with a tenderness I had never before had a yearning to express.
***
She had been
right in her earlier words: she did appear small beside me. Her
slender legs entwined with the dense muscular strength of mine. I
was certain I would crush her, yet she made no complaint. The
dainty curve of her hip seemed weak beneath my heavy palm, as I
offered a soothing caress. Even the size of her fingers held
infantile proportions, whilst placed upon my cheek, as we lay
facing one another upon the forest floor.
Half closed,
her eyes reflected her sated mood. “Sean,” she whispered,
smiling.
I gave a deep
chuckle. “Six.”
Her lips curved
farther, before she whispered again, “Sean.”
“Seven.” With a
smile, I moved my hand beneath her slip to feather my fingers
across her back, passing over the drying blood coating her
rear.
“Sean,” she
said again.
I laughed,
sliding her closer until her stomach pressed to mine. “How long
will you continue to say a word you have refused to speak for
weeks?”
“Until it
ceases to make you smile. Besides ...” She brushed her lips over
mine. “You asked me to repeat it.”
“That, I
did.”
Her hair, which
had come loose, curled around my fingers, as I toyed with it. When
I skimmed my teeth across her jaw, she pushed into me, until her
exposed breasts embraced my chest. The contact revived my arousal,
and I closed my eyes at the building rumble deep within me.
“Once more,” I
whispered, my earlier words a mere tease.
“Sean.” Her
quiet giggle vibrated against me.
Erect once
more, I smiled as I rolled with her. My hand slid the length of her
torso, over hip, before I raised her knee as I nestled back within
her arms and her thighs. When
the scent of her arousal ignited mine, setting a low rumble
vibrating through my chest and filling my hips with a need to
thrust forward. Encouraged by her eagerness, my fingers located the
fastenings of her dress. As I eased it over her shoulders, her
hands came to assist, and in one upward glide, I stood and lifted
her from the fallen fabric.
A chemise, her
only undergarment, clung to her slender form. As I lowered her to
the ground, her arms around my neck brought me down with her, until
I covered her body with mine, and so close to her flesh at last, I
could not rein in my low growl of want.
Locating the
rapid pulse at her neck, I nuzzled there, and she arched into me,
her fingers clutching at my back before reengaging my hair. I
pulled away her straps to release her breasts. Willingness showed
in her lowering lids and quickened breaths, as my lips touched the
swell of each firm mound. Unable to wait a moment longer, I finally
reached below her slip.
Her honeyed
thighs parted to grant access, and warm wetness welcomed my
fingers. As I suckled her nipples, pert in the cool air, her low
moan accompanied the press of my erection against her leg. Before I
could act on the throbbing urge to pound into her, eager hips
pushed upward as she claimed control.
Swollen with
need, she brushed against me until united with my tip. Her body
trembled. She gave a low whimper, and the aroma of her desire
overwhelmed my senses, weakening my control.
“I will not
have you without your permission, Jem,” I said, lowering my lips to
her ear.
Lashes lowered,
her gaze sought mine. “Take me,” she whispered. “I am yours.”
I entered her
with a slowness that took immense effort. When she gave a low cry
born of a gasp, I halted at the thought of causing her pain and
began to withdraw, but her hands snared me, her ankle hooked
mine.
“Sean.”
Startled by the
sound of my Christian name upon her lips, I gazed down at her.
“Please.” She
urged me back, raising her legs to encircle my hips. “I do not wish
for you to stop.”
Entering her
once more, I returned to her lips and tasted her sigh, swallowed
her quiet gasp. Once further strokes assured me she was in no pain,
I burrowed my nose in search of her scent and lost myself in her,
with a tenderness I had never before had a yearning to express.
***
She had been
right in her earlier words: she did appear small beside me. Her
slender legs entwined with the dense muscular strength of mine. I
was certain I would crush her, yet she made no complaint. The
dainty curve of her hip seemed weak beneath my heavy palm, as I
offered a soothing caress. Even the size of her fingers held
infantile proportions, whilst placed upon my cheek, as we lay
facing one another upon the forest floor.
Half closed,
her eyes reflected her sated mood. “Sean,” she whispered,
smiling.
I gave a deep
chuckle. “Six.”
Her lips curved
farther, before she whispered again, “Sean.”
“Seven.” With a
smile, I moved my hand beneath her slip to feather my fingers
across her back, passing over the drying blood coating her
rear.
“Sean,” she
said again.
I laughed,
sliding her closer until her stomach pressed to mine. “How long
will you continue to say a word you have refused to speak for
weeks?”
“Until it
ceases to make you smile. Besides ...” She brushed her lips over
mine. “You asked me to repeat it.”
“That, I
did.”
Her hair, which
had come loose, curled around my fingers, as I toyed with it. When
I skimmed my teeth across her jaw, she pushed into me, until her
exposed breasts embraced my chest. The contact revived my arousal,
and I closed my eyes at the building rumble deep within me.
“Once more,” I
whispered, my earlier words a mere tease.
“Sean.” Her
quiet giggle vibrated against me.
Erect once
more, I smiled as I rolled with her. My hand slid the length of her
torso, over hip, before I raised her knee as I nestled back within
her arms and her thighs. When
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