Page 40 of The Burning Passion of a Fiery Lady
She nodded. “I am very sure.”
She lay back down, waiting for him. He didn’t have to be told again.Shewas in control this time, and he was more than willing to give her what she wanted. He ached with the need of it, now.
Quickly, he spread her legs wide, to receive him, unbuttoning himself. His manhood sprang forward, full and hard. He watched as her eyes widened at the sight of him. A faint smile played around her lips, and she settled back, spreading her legs wider still, in welcome.
He was so aroused, at the sight of her spreadeagled before him, her womanhood exposed and slick with wetness, that his mind started to frazzle for a moment. Blindly, his manhood started to press against her warm folds, seeking entry. She arched her back, so that in one swift movement he was deeply inside her.
He shuddered with the pure joy of it, for one long, agonising moment. She was as deep as he was long, and hot, like a cave.
He felt like he had just come home for the first time in his life.
He gripped her tightly, moving against her, thrusting with pure abandon. At every downward movement of his pelvis, she rose to greet him.
In a frenzy, he quickened, plunging into her, feeling the heat building, second by second. She wrapped her legs around him, enslaving him with her body, forcing him to go deeper still. She was groaning again, twisting her head from side to side, flushed red with arousal.
He gazed down at her. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Suddenly, she started to shudder, and her moaning intensified. He gazed at her in awe. Her release was upon her, and he wasn’t even touching her. It was happening purely through his manhood, and the motion that they had created together.
He felt her muscles grip him, deep inside, as waves tore through her. He could actually feel it. It was so overwhelmingly amazing that he suddenly couldn’t control himself for a second longer. And he didn’t want to.
The cry tore from his lips as he plunged deeper still, gripping her buttocks tightly. The pleasure peaked, and he was filling her with his seed. He could feel it pumping out of him, so much, and so intensely, that for a moment he thought that it would never end. Waves of ecstasy shuddered through him.
He slowed down, falling on top of her, drowsy and satiated. She put her arms around him, gently, drawing him into her chest. He was suddenly conscious that they were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
They stayed in the embrace, clinging to each other, each lost in the beauty of it. He closed his eyes, almost falling asleep. He felt a thin beam of sunlight warming his back.
He had never felt so deeply satisfied in his life.
***
He must have fallen asleep for a moment. He mumbled, as she gently shook him. He opened his eyes, gazing at her drowsily.
“That was amazing,” he whispered. “I simply cannot express how wonderful that was.”
She smiled faintly. “I cannot quite believe it,” she said quietly. “I have never felt anything like it before in my life. I never dreamt that such pleasure was even possible.”
He twined his hands in her hair, giving her a lingering kiss of gratitude.
“I take it … you never experienced that with your husband?” he asked gently, gazing at her with shining eyes. “That side of your marriage was not fulfilling?”
She shook her head. “No, that side of our marriage was not fulfilling for me. Gilbert never tried to give me pleasure, or indeed thought that I needed to feel desire before he took me.” Her lips tightened. “Our encounters were as businesslike as two beasts coupling in a field.”
He sighed deeply. “Most men are the same, Susannah. Especially when they are making love to their wives. For some reason, they think that women cannot enjoy carnal love, or do not care about it …”
She sat up, gazing down at him. “Butyouare not like that. You know how to give a woman pleasure and want her to be driven mad with desire for you.” She paused. “You are a rare man, Jasper Stone.”
He gazed up at her, twining a strand of her hair in his fingers. “I rather think that isyouwho has made me such a man. I have never experienced desire, or fulfilment, like this before, Susannah.” He took a deep breath. “When you … reached your moment of release, while I was inside of you … well, it has never happened to me before. I did not even know that women could achieve it in that way, without touch.”
She gasped. “Is it true? For I never thought it possible, either …”
He wound his hands into her hair, his eyes shining. “I think that it shows we are very compatible, in that way. You are a good woman for me, and I am a good man for you.” He hesitated. “I have lain with women before. But I have never made love like I have with you. It was as different as day from night.”
They gazed at each other intently, their eyes poring over each other, as if seeking something. As if trying to understand the momentous thing that had just happened between them.
“I am in love with you,” he said, in a quiet voice. “I knew, after our first encounter, in the woods. But I did not want to rush you, or alarm you, in any way.” He took a deep, ragged breath. “But now, if I do not tell you what is within my heart, I fear that I will die.”
She paled, her eyes glittering with tears. He felt her quivering.
