Page 34 of The Virgin's Dance with the Devil
Her eyes flew open at the shot of undiluted pleasure it provoked.
He licked it again, but this time he kept his tongue there, and then she had no idea what he was doing with his tongue because suddenly Marisa had tumbled head-first into a world of sensation and, heavens, thepleasure. The pleasure waseverywhere.
The pressure of his tongue slowly increased, and Marisa slowly lost her mind. She was barely aware of the moans coming from her throat or that her back and neck had arched and that she was writhing into him, riding a wave of pleasure that climbed higher and higher until she reached the peak and was flung into a whole new dimension of pulsating ecstasy.
Rico’s heart was thumping so hard he was sure Marisa could feel its vibrations through the mattress.God in heaven…
He would never have believed anything could beat watching and feeling her first climax, butthat…
He’d never experienced anything so beautiful. The tense, frightened woman had melted into liquid.
Lifting himself, he covered her with his body. The ache to be inside and make her inescapably his was stronger than he’d have believed possible. He didn’t just ache for her. He needed her. Needed her in his life, now and forever.
Her eyes flew open and fixed onto his, and all he could do was gaze into the large brown eyes burning with her passion for him and whisper a truth he could no longer deny to himself. “I love you.”
Somewhere in the past four months, Rico had fallen for Marisa. Fallen completely and irrevocably in love.
She clasped the back of his head with both her hands. Her smile was tremulous. “And I love you.”
“Marry me.” The words came from nowhere, and yet they came from everywhere, from all the thoughts and sensations that had been building inside him since he’d first set eyes on her.
Her mesmerising eyes widened. For one heart-stopping beat, fear gripped that she would say no, but then her smile widened and she nodded.
His heart fit for bursting, he fused his mouth to hers, their tongues and lips dancing an exquisite duel that pumped hot blood relentlessly through him.
When the fuse broke, she smiled again and kissed him with a barely restrained chasteness. “Make me yours, Rico,” she breathed into his mouth.
It wasn’t just Rico’s heart that felt fit to burst, it was the whole of him. He’d had sex with more women than he could ever count, but had never felt anything close to what he was feeling now, his arousal a fever burning through his veins. He’d never felt himself tremble before, not even the first time.
Lifting his weight off her so onlythe tips of her breasts brushed against his chest, he gripped his erection and guided it to her opening.
“Relax, my angel,” he whispered when he sensed some of the tension returning in her. “We’ll take it slowly and I’ll make it good for you, I promise… Lift your thighs for me…”
Marisa kept her stare on Rico’s and tried to breathe, but terror and excitement had collided at the first press of his erection between her legs, and even as she raised her thighs, all she could think was that this was it, that the hard, weighty pressure between her legs washim.
Still holding himself, he fed his erection slowly inside her, breaching the virgin flesh, pulling back a little before pushing on, giving her all the time she needed to adjust to the feel and sensation of him slowly filling her.
The lids of his eyes were getting heavy, his features tightening, his breaths deepening, but he didn’t break the lock of their stares, not even when he released his hold on his erection and put his palm flat on the pillow next to her head.
“Open yourself for me,” he crooned softly as he used his hips to drive himself a little deeper inside her. “You’re so tight… so tight…” His groan was low, his features now so taut that her thrashing heart melted at the restraint she couldn’t just see but feel, and when she raised her thighs a little higher, his groan seemed to come from his chest. “That’s it, my angel, let me in…” It was as if her raised thighs spread themselves. “God, yes, that’s it…” He drove his arousal in a little further, a little deeper, giving her all the time she needed, and as he did so, the fear began to dissipate, and Marisa felt her own arousal flicker back to life as the most unimaginable sensation slowly uncoiled inside her.
“God, this feels so good,” he groaned. “We’re nearly there, my angel, just give me a little more…. A little more… Just a little…”
He drove in the final few inches, and their groinslocked together. His powerful body shuddered, and he closed his eyes, breathing out through his mouth before looking back at her through eyes almost black with desire. “Are you okay?” he dragged out.
It was all she could do to move her head. She could feel every inch of his length tight inside her, filling her, a part of her… it felt incredible.
He kissed her gently, then lowered his weight on her and withdrew, not much, but enough that when he drove his length back in, exquisite sensation built and spread.
His movements as he made love to her were unhurried but oh so very intense, and as Marisa’s body adjusted to the brand new feel of his possession, the flickering flame inside her caught alight. Rico was moving inside her and on her, and it felt like she’d found heaven.
Saturated with sensation, she gripped his shoulders and moved with him as the flame grew into a furnace. His gorgeous features were taut with concentration… she couldfeelhim holding himself back, right until the furnace inside her erupted in a mass of rippling, pulsing flames that licked every part of her, and he went rigid, his neck arching back with a long, ragged groan as he let go and spurted his seed deep inside her.
Chapter Ten
It was a long,long time before Rico was capable of speaking. Marisa was cuddled into him, his fingers threading through the long strands of her silky hair. He could feel the strength of her heartbeats against his rib cage and knew she could feel his against her cheek.
He had to swallow to murmur, “Are you okay?”
