Page 39 of Legacy of His Revenge
No. He’d fantasised about this for far too long to blow it on a horny, teenage urge to grab and take.
But hell, he was on fire as he sank onto the mattress so that he could remove her clothes.
She was wearing far too much and he was way too fired up to do justice to the striptease scenario. He needed to get under the layers of fabric as quickly as possible so that he could feel her.
Her clothes hit the deck in record time and she helped, squirming out of her cumbersome bra and wriggling free of the lacy underwear, which, he noted in passing satisfaction, was of the sexy thong variety, a choice of lingerie he knew he had encouraged her to wear.
It was almost a shame that he was so hot and hard because he would have liked to have taken his time teasing her with his tongue through the lace of her underwear.
‘Matias...’ Sophie fell back against the pillow and arched a little so that her full breasts were pushed out invitingly to him.
He was kneeling over her and, on cue, he took her breasts in his big hands and massaged them gently until his thumbs were grazing her nipples and sending shivers of racing pleasure straight downwards.
She circled him with her hand and played with him, knowing just how fast and firm he liked the rhythmic motion of her hand.
‘Matias...what?’ he encouraged with a wicked smile and she looked back at him with wry understanding because she knew just what he wanted.
‘You know...’ she blushed furiously ‘...what I like...’
‘Oh, I know...’ He bent to suckle her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and taking his time to lave it with his tongue, circling the aching tip until she was writhing under him.
He knew her so well. It felt as though they had been making love for ever. Knew that she liked him to be just a little rough, to nip her big, pouting nipples until she became even wetter and more restless. He knew what else she loved, and he explored lower down her glorious body, taking time to appreciate all the small changes he had wondered about.
Her breasts were at least a cup size bigger and her nipples were more pronounced in colour, no longer a rosy blush but a deeper hue. Her belly was just a bit more rounded. Having never thought about babies or becoming a father, at least not since the hapless incident a thousand years ago with the ex-girlfriend who had tried it on, he had never looked twice at pregnant women, but this woman, with his baby inside her, was beyond sexy.
Her roundness thrilled him, made him even harder than he already was.
Working his way down her body, he slipped his hand between her legs and played with the soft down between them. Then he slipped his finger into her and she moaned softly and squirmed until his finger was deeper inside her, finding her softness and working a path to the tiny bud that was begging for attention.
He knew that if he dawdled too long there, she would come. She was the most responsive woman he had ever known. So he played with the tingling bud, then stopped, then played with it again, until she was begging him to take her.
‘Not just yet,’ he whispered. Hands on her waist, he dropped down between her legs and nuzzled, breathing in her honeyed sweetness.
He flicked his tongue along the slit of her womanhood, then began exploring her wetness.
His finger had already teased her and now his tongue did the teasing, until she was moaning and wriggling, pushing him down hard one minute, jerking him up the next, her fingers curled into his hair.
She bucked against his mouth, rising up with jerky movements, and he cupped her buttocks, holding her still and torturing her with the insistent push of his tongue inside her.
‘I’m going to come,’ she gasped as her body began moving quicker to capture every small sensation of him between her legs. ‘I don’t want to come like this, Matias... I want tofeel you inside me.’
Matias rose up. He automatically reached down to find his wallet but then he remembered that there was no need for protection and he dealt her a slashing smile.
‘The horse has already bolted...’ he grinned ‘...so no need to do anything about locking the stable door.’
Sophie drowsily returned his smile. Her body was hot and flushed and the waves of pleasure that had almost but not quite taken her over the edge were still there, making her want to wriggle and touch herself.
‘You’re so hot for me,querida...’
‘I can’t help it,’ Sophie half groaned. ‘It’s a physical thing.’
‘Now, now, don’t go spoiling the mood. I want to ride you and take you to the outer reaches of the universe.’ He prodded her with the blunt head of his shaft and she parted her legs, unable to contain her eagerness to have him deep inside her.
He slid in and the sensation was beyond belief. She was slick and wet and tight and her softness welcomed him in ways that he couldn’t define but just knew made him feel better than good.
He wanted her so badly. This was going to have to be fast and hard. He couldn’t hang around any longer, he couldn’t devote any more time to foreplay or else he risked the unthinkable.
He drove into her, thrusting long and deep, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and, yes, he rode her until she was bucking and crying out with pleasure, until the breathing hitched in her throat. Until, cresting a wave, she came just as he did, with a rush of sensation that flowed over her and around her like a tsunami.
