Page 36 of Magic Touch
When he presses his thumb to that pearl of delight at the top of my womanhood, I crash over the edge of reason. My body shakes with the fiercest ecstasy I've ever imagined and never believed possible.
William grips my hips and pushes up inside me with three quick thrusts. Groaning, he lifts me from him, then pulls me down, spilling his seed between us.
His kiss is soft, tender, and I never want it to end.
Rolling to his side, he eases me to the mattress. "You're so perfect, Esme. I'll never get enough of you."
That contradicts my idea that lovemaking would relieve the tension between us, and it should upset me. It should, but I love hearing it.
With a kiss on my nose, he commands, "Don't move."
He's slim-hipped with a muscular bottom. His back is broad, golden, and beautiful. I long to touch every inch of him as he crosses to the basin and pitcher near the wardrobe. He wets a cloth then returns to the bed.
Reverently, he washes his seed from my stomach and thighs. When he presses the damp cloth between my legs, I sigh.
His eyes meet mine, concern wrinkles his brow. "Have I hurt you?"
"No. It feels good to be cared for." Awareness returns, and I squeeze my legs, hoping that after two orgasms, the pressure will relieve my want. But watching him wipe his shaft and abdomen heightens my desire to love and be loved again.
He returns the cloth to the basin then climbs into bed beside me. "I will go if you wish, but I'd like to stay with you awhile. Only if it pleases you."
Rolling, so I'm half covering his chest and my leg is draped over his, I press my cheek to him and listen to the rhythm of his heart. "It pleases me to have you here."
Then he wraps me in his strong arms and kisses the top of my head. "I'm so glad to hear that. I feared you would send me away."
I swallow the emotion building inside me. "I should, but I have neither the energy nor will to deny myself the pleasure of this moment."
"I wish I didn't hear so much worry in your voice. I never want to bring you worry, Esme. Making you happy is what I want most." He skims his fingers along the arch of my spine from my buttocks to between my shoulder blades.
If I could stay like this forever, he would hear only joy in my voice, but life has taught me to be realistic. "I see no end where hearts are not broken."
"Then think not of endings. I want you. You seem to want me in return. My life is a whirlwind of things I never expected right now." He presses his lips to my forehead and is slow to remove them. "Not all I've discovered this last week or so has been pleasant or easy to understand.
"I'm sorry." I want to take the worry from his voice and his heart.
Pushing me to my back, he leans over me and meets my gaze. His eyes are full of emotion that I dare not name. "You shouldn't be sorry for anything. You are the bright light in the storm. I shall never regret a moment spent with you, Esme O'Dwyer, and I pray you shall not regret it either."
Palm to his cheek, I lift my head to kiss his soft, strong lips. "Is it shameless that I want you again so soon?"
"There is no shame in anything we share together, sweetheart." He traces a line with his fingers from my waist to my hip, then cups my bottom to pull me tight against his hard shaft.
I expect and want him to slip back inside me, but instead he kisses my chest, the space between my breasts, then takes my nipple in his mouth. He sucks, licks and nips until I'm wild and writhing on the mattress.
I clutch his head and arch into the delight of his mouth. "William. Good lord, you'll make me into a wanton."
Breaking his connection with my breast, he smiles up at me. "My plan is revealed."
He's so adorable, I'm filled with joy at the sight and feel of him.
Sinking down on the bed, he kisses a path to my navel, my belly, then lightly licks the crease where my thigh meets my body.
I'm mesmerized by him and how every touch drives me higher. Lifting my hips, I'm wild with need for his touch between my thighs.
Kissing lower, he draws a high-pitched gasp from me when his tongue slides between my folds. My mind can't keep up with the rapture of his mouth and tongue teasing and tasting me.
Reaching down, I clutch his hair as he shifts my legs over his shoulders and devours me.
I pump my hips wildly, searching for the culmination of my building rapture.
