Page 35 of Magic Touch
"I do." I turn my head and capture his lips with mine. A low sigh escapes me as he pulls me to my feet and drops the comb.
Simon gives an annoyed cry and trots away.
The kiss is gentle at first. William traces the seam of my lips with his tongue, and I open for him. Once our tongues meet the kiss turns desperate.
Low in my belly, I tighten with need, and desire pools between my legs. "William."
He pulls his head back and cups my cheeks with both hands. "Esme, if this is too fast, I will wait for you. Tell me to go and I will."
I wrap my legs around his waist. "I want you. It may be wrong, but by Goddess, I can't deny a desire this strong."
On the bed, he rests me on my back and covers me. His shaft is hard, perfectly wedged between us, and nestled at my womanhood.
I arch against the teasing hardness and moan.
"Esme. I promise to go slow next time, but I need you so desperately. I long to bury myself deep inside you." His heart beats as one with mine.
I recognize it inside my own thrumming heart. "Yes."
He slides his hand up my leg, pushing my cotton nightgown high. The cool night air touches my thigh and then my bottom. He slips his fingers between my legs and teases my wet center.
"Gods, Esme."
I cry out as he circles my sensitive bead.
When he pulls away, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.
"I only want to take my breeches off, sweetheart." His voice is tight.
With a wave of my hand and a pinch of intention, I remove his clothes and send them to the floor next to the bed.
He startles then laughs. "That's another handy trick you’ll have to teach it to me."
"I can't have you disrobing every woman in the county," I tease.
"Only you, Esme. I only want you naked." He pushes his fingers inside me, teasing and coaxing small gasps from me.
I rock my hips up with every plunge. My body tightens. "I need more of you."
A moment later, he presses his shaft at my entrance and slowly enters me. Inch by torturous inch, he fills me.
So tight is my arousal, it snaps, and I find my release. My core clutches at his cock, and he groans into my neck.
"I'm sorry." I had meant to wait for him to find pleasure, but no amount of imagining could have prepared me for the beauty of having William inside me.
Lifting on his elbows, he meets my gaze. "Never that, sweetheart." He rolls his hips. "I would see your pleasure a million times and die the happiest man in the world."
So slow and deliberate in every stroke, William kisses me just as tenderly. He slides inside me, then pulls back. Each time the base of his shaft rubs my bud until pleasure again tightens inside me.
I claw at his back and lift my hips for more of him. "William." My voice is rough and desperate. It hardly sounds like me.
Each stroke is fuel to the fire roaring within me. Gripping him with my legs, I want more. Need him deeper.
Pulling me tight, he rolls so I straddle him. "Take what you need. I'm yours."
From my position of power, his shaft hits so deep I can't be still. I'm wild with the growing pleasure. I rock back and forth, then rise up on my knees and impale myself over and over.
I have to bite my cheek to keep from screaming with the growing pleasure.
