Page 83 of The Burning Passion of a Fiery Lady
Sweat broke out over her face as she felt the climax drawing near …
Suddenly, it broke. She screamed in pure abandon as it washed over her, her hips bucking furiously. He never once let go of her – if anything, his mouth and tongue increased the pressure, and his hands holding her down were firm. It was as if he was milking every last drop of pleasure out of her.
Slowly, her hips subsided, falling onto the bed as the sensations started to dim. He decreased the pressure until he was just licking her tenderly, barely touching her, a light, butterfly pressure.
It was over. He stopped, pulling himself up, his blue eyes shining as he gazed at her.
“I have been so looking forward to tasting you,” he whispered in a voice husky with desire. “It was more beautiful than I even imagined …”
She sighed with satisfaction, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her.
“That was a first,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “I have never experiencedthatbefore …”
He smiled gently. “I am so proud to be the first to introduce you to it, my love.” His eyes narrowed. “But I am afraid that I can no longer wait, now. I must join with you. Watching you in your moment of ecstasy has driven me wild with lust, and I need you …”
She nodded quickly, lying back down. Gently, she seized him, guiding him into her.
He gave a strangled cry at the first entry, and his eyes squeezed shut, almost in pain.
“Look at me, my love,” she whispered. “Look at me …”
He opened his eyes, gazing down at her, his eyes cloudy with lust. And then, slowly at first, he started to move within her.
She arched her hips to meet him, feeling his shaft sink deeper inside her, almost as if it was disappearing entirely. She groaned, twisting her head again. It felt good; no, it felt wonderful, feeling him inside her, especially in the aftermath of her climax. It was as if her body was quivering, ready to receive him like a flower opening its petals for a bee.
He was quickening the pace, almost pounding into her, so that her head was slamming into the bed head. The rhythm was so primal, and so intense, that she could feel the sensations beginning anew in the pit of her belly.
He was panting, now; she could see that he was struggling to stop himself from reaching his own end …
Abruptly, he pulled out of her. With unsteady hands, he grasped her, roughly pulling her over, so that her face was against the pillow. Then he hoisted her up, so that she was on her knees, facing the bed head.
Before she could even react, he grasped her buttocks tightly. And then, she felt him enter her from behind, sinking again into her moist folds.
He rocked against her, harder, slamming into her. The next moment, he grabbed her hair, twisting her head back, so that she could see him behind her, pounding away. His dark hair was slick with sweat, and there was a look of intense concentration on his face as if he was listening to something only he could hear.
She grabbed the bed head to steady herself as his movements quickened. He was groaning now, rubbing her buttocks, almost kneading them, as he kept moving. She closed her eyes in pure ecstasy.
She had never been entered in such a way, and it was a new experience entirely; a deeper experience, where he slid further and further into her. She could feel the sensations building again in an almost agonising trance.
Suddenly, he gripped her tightly, grinding into her. She felt a gush of hot wetness as he exploded inside her, crying out in wild abandon.
Just as she felt him explode inside her, her own sensations tipped over again, and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She groaned, throwing her head back, lost in the beauty and wonder of it all.
They collapsed into each other’s arms, panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.
Tenderly, he kissed her forehead, staring down at her.
“Well,” he said slowly. “That was worth waiting for …”
She smiled softly as she gazed up at him. “Not disappointed it was in a bed, as opposed to any other place?”
He shook his head, grinning. “I would make love to you anywhere, my love. It does not matter if it is deep in the woods or in a bed … it would be wonderful wherever it was because it is withyou. My wife …”
He gripped her harder, so that she was lying against his bare chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered, tears springing into her eyes. “Thank you, my husband. I never dreamt that intimate love like this could be so pleasurable, but it is like every time we touch, it is new …”
He gazed down at her lovingly. “You give me extreme pleasure, too, Susannah. It is not always like this between a man and a woman, as you know. It is the connection, the deep passion and love that we share, that make it so wonderful …”
