Page 63 of The Lord's Compass
He either read her thoughts or felt the same, for, with a small groan as he lifted himself from her, he removed his shirt and tossed it aside, giving Faith the chance to take in his defined chest and arms. She had known how large he was of course, but his clothing had hidden what was waiting beneath. She lifted her hands and stroked them over the breadth of his muscles, which were as sculpted as those eternalized in marble from Roman days within the museum. Her fingertips tingled as she skimmed them along the valleys of his chest before lowering them to explore the ridges beneath them.
His hands tangled in her hair as their tongues feverishly explored each other's mouths. He seemed to know just how to move against her in ways that sent shivers down her spine as she gasped in both pleasure and need. The tie of her wrapper had somehow already come undone, and he now impatiently pushed it to the side. Faith couldn’t help her grin when he paused as it came off.
She was no young innocent. She had known what to expect when she came in here and had decided that a nightgown was only going to be an inconvenience.
“You were quite sure that I would agree to this, then, were you?” he growled against her lips, and she pushed him up so that she could see his face.
“Are you asking me to leave?” she challenged him, knowing exactly what his answer was going to be.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, before descending again.
Her hands ran over his back, the sensation of his skin against hers now causing her to arch and cling tightly to him, for, truth be told, she was afraid of being swept away by just how strong her emotions toward him could grow – and how he just might ruin any chance she had to accept a life of independence if it ever came to that in the future.
When he shifted slightly, his hard length pressed against her stomach and their breath mingled together, his musky scent filling her and causing her heart to beat ever faster in anticipation.
Their kisses became hungrier as they deepened, teasing each other's lips, while their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Faith wanted so much more of him that she had to concentrate on containing her excitement within. His hands roamed over every inch of her body, except for the one place she needed them.
Finally, she couldn't take it any longer and she hooked her leg around him, drawing him down so that his hips were firmly pressed against her.
"Wait," he said, panting, his forehead damp. "You're not ready."
"I think I know when I am ready," she returned forcefully. "And ready I am."
Eric shook his head before his hands finally reached the place she had been waiting for him. He expertly slid two fingers inside of her as his thumb massaged her above, and Faith gasped as her head rolled back in pleasure.
"Fine," he said as he only intensified his caresses. "Maybe you were right."
"I am always right," she ground out. "But don't stop."
He didn't listen but instead, after one more deep kiss, rolled them over so that now she was on top.
"What are you doing?" she asked, hating that he knew so much that she didn't, but when he lifted his hands to cup her face, he made her feel as though she was the only woman he had ever done this with.
"I'm giving you control," he said as he positioned her above him. "Take what you need."
With her hands on his chest, Faith pushed herself up so that she was poised above him and, with his hands on her hips, guiding her but not pushing her, she lowered herself down upon him. She did so slowly, taking in an inch of him every few seconds before he was seated within her and she stopped, gasping at how full she felt.
"You are so wet. So tight," Eric mumbled as he stared up at her. "Move when you're ready."
She took some experimental thrusts, each one feeling more comfortable until comfort turned into pleasure that began to move through her, stars dancing behind her eyes.
Eric began to move with her, each propulsion pulling them higher together.
He reached up, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, creating sensations unlike anything Faith had ever felt before, and soon she found her movements becoming more frenzied.
Eric's hands left her hips and wrapped around her back as each thrust brought them closer and closer to the edge they both needed to reach.
Their breath quickened, their skin glistening in sweat as Eric moved one of his hands down between them, pushing against her until his thumb found just the right spot, sending her over the edge, giving her what she had been longing for but had been unable to find. With one final forward motion, she went tumbling into blissful oblivion as everything faded away into nothing but pleasure.
Eric tensed beneath her until he pulsed inside of her while he squeezed her hips as though he would never let go.
And she hoped, with everything she had, that he never would.
CHAPTER21
“That was amazing,” Eric said huskily, stroking Faith’s hair as she lay with her head on his chest, their bodies still entwined as her leg was thrown over his.
The pleasure had faded, but his desire for her had not. He knew, however, that this was her first time and he didn’t want her to feel forced into doing anything more than she wanted to.
