Page 27 of Richard

“Am I hurting you?” he asked thickly. His throat was so tight, he could barely get the word out.

“No,” her voice whispered. He had dislodged the pins that had been holding her tidy chignon together and her hair was spread out over the pale blue cushions.

“I promised that I wouldn’t. Do you believe me?”

She nodded.

“Collette–”he couldn’t continue. Dropping his forehead on hers, he moved slowly, holding his breath and striving hard to retain control. “I don’t want to come yet," he chanted profanities, his mouth moving over her forehead and then her cheek.

His body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat and he knew that very soon, he was going to explode. Reaching between them, he touched the sensitive mound and had her going rigid.

“Relax baby," he groaned. “I want you to cream all over me. Come for me darling," he crooned against her mouth.

As if in response to his command, she did. The climax came from deep inside her soul and seemed to shatter every part of her body. Her fingers made grooves in the flesh of his back. She bowed her body and flung back her head, grounding it into the cushion. He ravaged her throat, her neck, and her collarbone.The climax dragged sobs from her.

Her head twisted on the cushions; her body palsied. Lifting his head, he cradled her face, his fingers gentle, his expression indescribable. He wasn’t able to hold back his own orgasm, and it pulsed and ebbed through his body, sending shudders racing through him.

He called out her name, burying his face in the softness of her neck. He came endlessly, pouring his seed at the mouth of her womb, his body driving into hers with a force that drove her up against the padded arm of the sofa.

Sensations were still racing through her body long after the climax had spent itself.

Shifting slightly, he turned onto his side, bringing her body against him. His arms held her tight, and for several minutes, neither of them said anything.

Her face was crushed against his chest, and he could feel herwarm breath on his skin. His fingers strummed her back slowly, and he wondered what she was thinking. A wry smile touched his lips. This was not some casual hook-up. He was not going to be looking for a replacement after this.

He had spent his entire life being self-sufficient and now…

Bending his chin, he stared at her. Lifting one hand, he shifted the hairs off her forehead, but still, she refused to look at him. The last thing he wanted was her regret. He had rushed her after promising to give her time.

“Would you look at me?” he asked softly.

“I can’t.”

“What we did here was–”

“Careless.”

He stiffened at that. “I was going to say amazing.”

She lifted her face then and he saw how much she was avoiding looking into his eyes.

“Collette–”

“Let me go, please.” She whispered.

“No, dammit.” He jerked her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “You are not going to tell me that you are having regrets.”

“It shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I am so ashamed.”

That threw him for a moment, and then the anger came.

“What the hell for?”

“I couldn’t control myself.” She bit her lip.

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