Page 26 of Richard

“Let me love you.” His voice was like rough velvet and touched her skin softly. She did not respond, at least not verbally, but her body was moving restlessly beneath his, giving her wordless assent.

With a ragged sigh, he lifted the edges of her sweater, pushing it up slowly over her bare torso. The minute his fingers touched her skin, he felt the rivulet of passion surging through his body.

He plucked the sweater over her head, his head bending to stare at the black see-through lace covering her generous bosom. Hunger, such as he had never experienced before, pommeled him. Flicking the clasp, he eased the thin straps off her shoulders and sucked in a breath when her breasts sprang free.

“Please.”

His head lifted to stare at her.

“You are beautiful," he told her thickly. “Surely you know that?”

Without waiting for a response, he bent his head and nuzzled at the nipple. Fire shot through her body at an alarming rate and had her gripping his shoulders. He took his time, even though the lust was raging inside his body.

Using his tongue, he circled the tight bud slowly, concentrating on the pointed flesh that was begging to be suckled. Seizing the pebble-hard flesh, he sucked it into his mouth.

Her body arched off the sofa, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Her cries echoed around the room as he drew the bud into his mouth and ravished it hungrily. He felt like a man who had been starving for a very long time and was now presented with a sumptuous banquet. He forgot about finesse and allowed the emotions chasing through his body to take over.

By the time he had switched to the other nipple, she was a quivering mass beneath him. Their clothing became constricting and in the way.

Letting go of the nipple, he made short work of taking off his sweater and the white undershirt. Collette, who was still in a whorl of passion so intense, she couldn’t bear it, was subjected to a chest so magnificent, it had her gasping.

Muscles rippled and bunched on the skin-tanned to a light brown. Dark brown hairs covered the impressive flesh and had her mouth watering. Dragging her eyes from the impressive sight, she stared at him and found him watching her, his eyes bright.

“I need you naked," he rasped.

She nodded, words failing her.

Hunkering over her, he worked the skirt over her slender hips and felt the gut punch as he stared at the scrap of material barely covering her sex. He quickly tugged off the skirt and sat on the edge of the sofa to work her boots off and then her stockings. When she was completely naked, he rose and toed off his shoes.

His hands went to his belt, his eyes trained on her face as he tugged it out of the loops. He reached for his zipper and her eyes stayed there until he worked the pants over his hips. Her eyes flew to his face at the bulge inside his underwear. Her breath was strangled inside her throat.

He correctly read the fear in her eyes and lowered himself over her.

“No.” He captured her face between his palms. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

“It’s been a long time.” She whispered.

“How long, baby?”

His voice was rough and tender and set her heart aching.

“He- he was my first, and after he did what he did, I tried with two others, and I couldn’t–”She bit her lip but continued. “It’s been five years.”

Richard stared at her in abject shock, his body going still.

“Please stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he asked thickly.

“Like I am a freak.”

“Far from it," he whispered hoarsely. Bending his head, he rubbed her lips open, tongue driving into her mouth with an intensity that shattered her control. Her body arched to meet him and his plan to romance her went to pieces. It had to be now. If he did not have her, he was going to die.

Reaching between them, he used trembling fingers to guide himself at her entrance. Taking his time, he entered her slowly, an inch at a time. She was moist, the walls of her vagina hugging him tightly and pulling him in.

His tongue plundered hers as he eased more into her incredibly tight sheath. He went still then, his mouth leaving hers as he stared at her. His chest was heaving, his body hot. Nothing had ever felt this good. He had merely wanted a physical relationship, but it had turned into so much more.

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