Page 21 of The Virgin's Dance with the Devil
Working slowly, he pulled her bikini bottoms down to her thighs, then gently cupped her again without the barrier and for a moment needed to grit his teeth to temper a thrilling surge of lust. Her complete inexperience meant he should have expected the soft, downy hair between her legs, but he hadn’t, and finding it was like discovering sex for the very first time. Finding her soaked and swollen with desire…
Keeping his control had never been more important. He’d never had to fight so hard to hold onto it.
He bowed his head to kiss her neck and gently rubbed her swollen nub.
Her low, hitched moan flooded straight into his loins.
Other than the tremors racking her, she didn’t move, letting him pleasure her, her deepening breaths the only real clue as to how much pleasure she was getting.
He didn’t think he had ever been so turned on.
Keeping his palm pressed against her nub, he slipped a finger inside her sticky heat.
She jerked again, her thighs clamping together.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, lifting his head again.
Her eyes flew open and locked back onto his. Plump lips parted, she made the smallest shake of her head.
“Then open yourself for me, angel.”
Gazing deep into his eyes, her throat moved again before she cupped the back of his head and parted her thighs.
He slipped another finger into the sticky velvet. Her eyes pulsed. God, if she were to touch him now, he would come on the spot.
He’d never felt such urgency before, but he tempered it, gentle strokes of his fingers inside her virgin heat while keeping the pressure on her nub, all the while gazing into wide eyes that had melted with her desire. He sensed from the quickening of her breaths and the way she slowly began to writhe against him that her peak was coming, but he refused to hurry it, as enthralled with her reactions as he’d ever been about anything, and when her neck arched and she tightened and contracted around his fingers with one long, almost surprised, “ohhhh,” he thought he’d never seen or felt anything as beautiful in the whole of his life.
Marisa felt like she was floating. Tingles of bliss saturated her, her heart a dull, distant roar. The only thing keeping her anchored to the world was Rico, the man who’d just lifted her off it. For the longest time, she gazed into his piercing blue eyes pulsing with an emotion that made her feel as if she were made of the most precious jewels.
He lowered his head to kiss her and moved his hand from the place not even her own hand had been before. Not like that.
“Are you okay?” he asked huskily.
She attempted a smile. “I don’t know.”
Rico had rocked the foundations of her world from the moment he’d taken her in his arms on the dancefloorall those months ago, and now it felt like he’d turned the whole world of her upside down.
“Your first orgasm?”
Cheeks burning at how gauche she must seem to him, she gave the tiniest of nods.
He kissed her again, then tugged the sides of her bikini bottoms back up. She raised her bottom to help, thinking she must have done the same for him to pull them down. She had no recollection of doing that. Her only recollection was being carried on a tide of the most unimaginable pleasure.
The bottoms back in place, he smoothed her dress over her thighs. She saw his strong, tanned throat move before he lay on his back and expelled a long breath.
“Areyouokay?” she asked, turning to him and tentatively placing a hand on his chest. He felt sosolid.She could feel the strong beat of his heart beneath her palm.
Eyes fixed on hers, he smiled. “I’m never better than when I’m with you.”
Her heart swelling all over again, she returned the smile and, because she couldn’t not, stretched her neck to kiss him.
He sighed and gathered her to him so her cheek rested above his heart. The beats were making music with the waves of the sea lapping on the shore.
They could be the only two people in the whole world, she thought dazedly, and wrapped her arm tightly around him. There was an inexplicable bone-deep need to wrap the whole of herself around him. With barely conscious thought, she hooked her leg over his and wished she could crawl into his skin.
She heard him expel another long breath. Concerned, she lifted her head again. His eyes were closed, his features tight, as if he were concentrating hard, and suddenly she remembered that brief feel of his arousal against her abdomen.
He’d selflessly given her the greatest gift of her life without asking or expecting anything in return.
