aside the weight of her hair, his tongue outlining the curve of her inner ear. “You’re so sweet. I love the taste of you.” His hands, with a touch as exquisitely sensitive as sunlight on rose petals, moved from her breast to her waist and then slid down over the firmness of her belly to the soft down that guarded her womanhood. “The feel of you. You’re going to like this, Dany. Just relax and let me helpyou.” Then his hands were moving deftly between her thighs with an expertise that made her arch back against him as a shaft of electrifying pleasure shot through her.
“Anthony!”
“I said you’d like it.” His tongue plunged suddenly deep into her ear and the combination of erotic fingers and warm tongue was like an upsurge of white-hot flame. His voice was a harsh rasp. “Do you know how much it excites me to know I can give you pleasure?”
Then he was touching her in a new and different way with the pad of his thumb, and a low cry broke from her. “Anthony, I can’t stand it. It’s breaking me apart.”
“Shhh, it’s all right.” His strong teeth were nibbling at the lobe of her ear with a pressure sharp enough to be on the borderline of pain, but it only added to the erotic arousal. “Just let go. I’m right here holding you.” His caresses suddenly accelerated with a force and skill that caused a small moan to break from her. “Just let go, love.”
The release of tension came with a brilliant burst of sensation that was like nothing she’d everexperienced before. Even when the spasms that rocked her to her foundations subsided, she still found herself shaking and breathless. She drew a deep breath and was startled to hear it turn into a sob. There were tears flowing down her cheeks, and she couldn’t seem to stop them.
She heard Anthony’s low exclamation, and then he was turning her to face him, her face buried in the rough triangle of hair on his chest. His lips were pressed to the top of her head and he was holding her with a cautious gentleness as if she were infinitely precious. “Don’t cry,” he said thickly. “Please don’t cry. Now I’m the one who’s breaking apart. I didn’t hurt you, did I? I tried to be careful. I only wanted to help you, love.”
“You did,” she half-sobbed, half-laughed. “Oh, you did. I don’t know why I can’t stop the waterworks. It’s all so stupid.”
“No, it’s not.” There was a trace of relief in his voice. “It’s my fault, I suppose. I’ve thrown everything at you all at once. You’d have to be some kind of superwoman not to experience a pretty traumatic reaction.” He gave her a swift hug. “I’mjust grateful I didn’t hurt you. Hell, I don’t know anything about virgins.”
She stiffened as she felt a swift pang. No, he wouldn’t be expected to be familiar with the idiotic reactions of the inexperienced, she told herself. His chosen mistresses were always knowledgeable and sophisticated in the extreme. Like Luisa. “No, you didn’t hurt me,” she said quietly. “You were very gentle.”
“I tried to be.” His lips brushed her head again. “It wasn’t easy when all I wanted to do was to come to you and love you. Can you sleep now?”
“I think so.” But he wouldn’t be able to rest. She could tell by the tense readiness of his body he still felt the aching frustration from which he’d just relieved her. Oh, Lord, why wouldn’t he let her help him? Why wouldn’t he take from her? Why did he always have to be so damn strong? She nestled her cheek closer, breathing in the lovely clean smell of him. It wasn’t any use fighting him. Anthony always did exactly as he thought best. Perhaps someday she’d be able to convince him the aching incompleteness she felt at his refusal to let her share was even worse than thephysical incompleteness she’d known before. “Good night, Anthony.”
Dany reached out and turned off the faucets with a decisive motion. All this reminiscing wasn’t accomplishing
“Anthony!”
“I said you’d like it.” His tongue plunged suddenly deep into her ear and the combination of erotic fingers and warm tongue was like an upsurge of white-hot flame. His voice was a harsh rasp. “Do you know how much it excites me to know I can give you pleasure?”
Then he was touching her in a new and different way with the pad of his thumb, and a low cry broke from her. “Anthony, I can’t stand it. It’s breaking me apart.”
“Shhh, it’s all right.” His strong teeth were nibbling at the lobe of her ear with a pressure sharp enough to be on the borderline of pain, but it only added to the erotic arousal. “Just let go. I’m right here holding you.” His caresses suddenly accelerated with a force and skill that caused a small moan to break from her. “Just let go, love.”
The release of tension came with a brilliant burst of sensation that was like nothing she’d everexperienced before. Even when the spasms that rocked her to her foundations subsided, she still found herself shaking and breathless. She drew a deep breath and was startled to hear it turn into a sob. There were tears flowing down her cheeks, and she couldn’t seem to stop them.
She heard Anthony’s low exclamation, and then he was turning her to face him, her face buried in the rough triangle of hair on his chest. His lips were pressed to the top of her head and he was holding her with a cautious gentleness as if she were infinitely precious. “Don’t cry,” he said thickly. “Please don’t cry. Now I’m the one who’s breaking apart. I didn’t hurt you, did I? I tried to be careful. I only wanted to help you, love.”
“You did,” she half-sobbed, half-laughed. “Oh, you did. I don’t know why I can’t stop the waterworks. It’s all so stupid.”
“No, it’s not.” There was a trace of relief in his voice. “It’s my fault, I suppose. I’ve thrown everything at you all at once. You’d have to be some kind of superwoman not to experience a pretty traumatic reaction.” He gave her a swift hug. “I’mjust grateful I didn’t hurt you. Hell, I don’t know anything about virgins.”
She stiffened as she felt a swift pang. No, he wouldn’t be expected to be familiar with the idiotic reactions of the inexperienced, she told herself. His chosen mistresses were always knowledgeable and sophisticated in the extreme. Like Luisa. “No, you didn’t hurt me,” she said quietly. “You were very gentle.”
“I tried to be.” His lips brushed her head again. “It wasn’t easy when all I wanted to do was to come to you and love you. Can you sleep now?”
“I think so.” But he wouldn’t be able to rest. She could tell by the tense readiness of his body he still felt the aching frustration from which he’d just relieved her. Oh, Lord, why wouldn’t he let her help him? Why wouldn’t he take from her? Why did he always have to be so damn strong? She nestled her cheek closer, breathing in the lovely clean smell of him. It wasn’t any use fighting him. Anthony always did exactly as he thought best. Perhaps someday she’d be able to convince him the aching incompleteness she felt at his refusal to let her share was even worse than thephysical incompleteness she’d known before. “Good night, Anthony.”
Dany reached out and turned off the faucets with a decisive motion. All this reminiscing wasn’t accomplishing
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