Page 62 of Her Wild Coast Promise

We touch and kiss, and I can’t get enough. When she caresses over my briefs, a hot burst of prickles zip down my spine. She strokes me up and down over the fabric, her breaths quickening between our kisses. To my relief, she doesn’t comment. Maybe she hasn’t noticed yet. I just hope I’m not too much for her.

If she keeps touching me like this, we’re going to make a mess before we get started. I take her hand and raise it above her head, then gently caress the other arm up.

“Why can’t I touch you?” she says, worry in her eyes. “Am I doing something wrong?”

I caress her gorgeous face. “It’s the opposite, sunshine. Patience, okay?”

She groans but doesn’t move her hands.

“If you need to, you can hold onto the headboard,” I say with a smile.

Her eyes brighten. “Is that an order?”

“It’s a recommendation,” I reply, settling alongside her with one hand braced against the side of my head and the other stroking slowly down her body. I caress between her breasts, past her navel, to her soft, wet pussy.

She breathes a sigh into my mouth. I glide where she’s still sensitive, savoring the way she’s so eager for my touch, until her kisses get hungrier and her hips are arching up to meet my caresses. I toy with the idea of coaxing her to another climax, but waiting any longer to be inside her might kill me. Leaning closer, I suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Seth,” she groans—agony and desire blending together in that one syllable.

In one motion, I slide my briefs off, then reach to my side table for a condom. I rip open the package with my teeth.

She rolls closer and caresses down my belly, then to touch me.

I concentrate on my task to keep from bursting. Every nerve ending is firing, aching for the feel of her against me, tightening the base of my spine into a tense, painful knot.

Her fingers wrap around me gently and she looks up at me. There’s apprehension in her gaze as well as desire, and I make a silent pledge to her with my eyes that we’re in this together.

“If it’s too much, it’s okay, we can do other things,” I say.

“I don’t want to do other things,” she replies, her gaze steady.

I roll the condom on, and she cups the back of my neck, pulling me to a lusty kiss. I kneel between her thighs and return the kiss, our tongues dancing a slow and sensual duet.

She caresses down to my lower back, tugging me closer.

I rub her up and down, the friction making me crazy.

She lifts her hips to me, and I press inside. I thrust slowly, watching her face.

“Breathe, sweetness,” I say, and arch a little further.

She pants, and I pause to kiss her. Her breaths soften to a needy little groan, and I thrust again. This time, she hooks her heel around my thigh, urging me deeper.

The long, slow stretch of filling her is pure, delicious bliss. I groan as our bodies align, then force myself to be still so I can savor everything that I’m experiencing.

“You feel so good,” I say, arching down to kiss her breast.

With a tilt of her hips, I’m able to push inside that final inch.

Sweet fuck, it’s intense.

Cora releases a sigh from the back of her throat. It’s carnal and needy.

Gently, I release her nipple, using my teeth, and start to thrust.

I move slowly, focused on reading her cues. She reaches up, grabbing the headboard slats, as if giving me full permission to care for her.

It’s not a gift I take lightly.

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