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“I can’t seem to get warm,” she admitted, threadingher hands underneath his shirts until she found his back. She kissed the underside of his chin, then he lowered his face to kiss her fully on the mouth.
He moved slowly, grinding his hips until he was in position to enter her. At the same time,Johnaraised her knees just enough to give him easier access.
“I have a confession to make,” he murmured. “I’m not an expertlover. I’ve had only a couple of girlfriends, and those were short-term.”
She gave him a timid smile. “I have a confession to make, too. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
His eyes widened. “Never?”
“Never. I told you. Most people don’t want to look me in the face.”
“Sooo…does this mean…”
“Yeah.” She gave a single nod. Pulling himdown tightly against her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes. He stared down at her expectant face.
No. It couldn’t be this sterile. This unemotional. This automatic.
Propping himself up on his elbows again, he used one hand to brush the hair from her face. “Johna, look at me.Johna?”
Slowly, her eyes opened, and they were like fourgolden coins reflecting the nearby firelight. Reaching down between their bodies, he found his erection and used it to tease her between her lower lips. His index finger found her clit, slid down, and touched the shield of skin separating them. Gradually, increasingly, he felt himself growing thicker and longer. At the same time, he kept pressure on her tightening nub.Johnagasped softly andarched her neck in response.
“Tell me how that feels.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” He dipped his face to kiss her cheek. Already he could feel her skin warming from their contact.
He couldn’t help being awkward as he fumbled to pleasure her, to prepare her before he entered her. As he’d told her, he wasn’t an experienced lover. He’d has lessthan a handful of sexual experiences himself. It wasn’t because he hadn’t had the opportunity or motive, but because he didn’t believe in sex for sex’s sake if there wasn’t any emotional connection between him and the other person. It was his own personal conviction, not one that had been morally pounded into him.
Placing the head of his erection against her shield, he instinctivelychose to make it through with one forceful thrust. At the same time, he used his shoulder to muffle her, in case she should cry out.Johna’sbody jerked, and she gave a soft whine of pain. Without stopping, he began to move in and out of her, using a slow but steady rhythm. Trying to be gentle as his growing need burned inside him.
She clutched his body, and after a few more strokesshe started to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. Their movements grew more frenzied, more demanding, and Lucien found himself losing himself within her. Something about this moment was different from all the other times he’d coupled. Something about her scent, aboutJohna, made this experience more gratifying. His senses were heightened, and his awareness of everything about them, about whatwas going on around him, blossomed like a flower.
Her orgasm caught him by surprise. Her body clamped down on him, as if it wanted to swallow him whole. When it did, his own body reacted, and he groaned as pleasure flooded his bloodstream, coating his nerves and muscles with unexplainable and unexpected pleasure.
They were both breathing heavy when he slowed to astop. Hers rasped in her chest. Unmoving, he remained planted within her silky heat, neither of them wanting to be the first to separate entirely.
Knowing that if he didn’t move, he might fall asleep on top of her and suffocate her with his weight, Lucien rolled onto his side, bring her with him. She hooked her legs around his to keep them together and buried her face against histhroat.
Within a few minutes, they were both asleep.
